Chapter 269: Crimson Feather Cosmic Country! Meeting an Old Friend Again! Qin Feng's Terror

Chapter 269: The Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom! An Old Friend Encountered! Qin Feng’s Terror Shocks the Red Feather Trade Association!

In the boundless vacuum of space, a figure crossed the cold, dead darkness with nothing but his physical body, without relying on any vessel.

His form was encased in a suit of blue-gold limit power armor, its surface flowing with arcane energy patterns, like a relic from a mythical age.

Behind him, a pair of crimson-gold wings stretched slightly, each subtle flap carving a dazzling trajectory through space, leaving countless meteors and star dust far behind.

This figure was none other than Qin Feng.

His destination was a massive cluster of celestial bodies radiating a life-glow ahead in the star chart—the Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom.

This was the first marked point on the [Path of Finality] route laid out for him by the cosmic will, a temporary waystation.

Now, a hundred years had quietly passed since the battle of Twin Rivers that had shaken countless powerhouses.

A century of unexpected calm. The cataclysmic pursuit he had anticipated never came; the universe seemed to have forgotten this newly risen god of slaughter, allowing him to traverse the lonely route.

But Qin Feng’s heartstrings had never slackened even slightly. He knew better than anyone what turbulent undercurrents were brewing beneath this placid surface.

The death mission issued by the cosmic will had begun; the chessboard was set. The hunters lurking in the shadows were merely waiting for the perfect moment to strike, weaving a net vast enough to utterly annihilate him.

When the grand silhouette of the Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom—composed of hundreds of life-bearing planets and countless space structures—finally came into clear view, Qin Feng slowly retracted his crimson-gold wings and decelerated.

He decided to stay here for a while.

“A hundred years is enough for those pursuers to cool down from the shock of Twin Rivers.”

Qin Feng’s thoughts echoed within the sealed power armor, his voice calm without a trace of ripple. “They witnessed my strength firsthand; they won’t make the mistake of underestimating me again. Their next strike will be thunderous, fully prepared.”

His mind worked like a precision supercomputer, rapidly analyzing the current situation.

“My enemies are far more than those who accepted the cosmic will’s mission.”

“First, there are the direct foes. Neil of the Light Clan, Yeluo the Stone Emperor’s son, and other mission takers. They suffered great losses at Twin Rivers, lost face, and will never let it go. Their clans are also my opponents. The energy of these peak cosmic clans is unfathomable; the forces they mobilize are far beyond a few prodigies—likely including old-guard Limit Black Hole level experts.”

“Second, there are the profit-driven predators. The news that I possess a cosmic artifact like the [Twin Masks] is probably no longer a secret. The innocent man with a jade is guilty—this principle is pushed to its extreme in the brutal myriad-race battlefield. Countless interstellar pirates roaming the star seas, lone powerful cultivators, and even some covert cosmic kingdom forces will be drawn like sharks to blood. They might not dare to openly oppose the Human Empire, but on this long escape route, there are plenty of gray areas to exploit.”

“Finally, and most troublesome, I lack a top-tier secret technique to perfectly conceal my identity and aura.”

Qin Feng’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

His current disguise could only fool beings far weaker than himself.

Once he encountered a peer—especially one skilled in tracking and detection techniques—his [Eternal Singularity] foundation and that fierce, unmatched killing aura would stand out like a lighthouse in the dark night.

Of course, even if he could hide, he couldn’t conceal the annual location exposure from the cosmic will’s mission.

Based on these considerations, Qin Feng set a minimum stay of one year in the Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom.

He needed supplies.

He also needed time to integrate his current system of secret techniques.

The battle at Twin Rivers had yielded enormous gains.

The [Twin Masks] granted a 30% base attribute boost and the “Mechanical Twin” ability; the [Nine Spirit Origin Chart]’s first spirit realm doubled his base attributes. Combined with his [Eternal Singularity] foundation, they could unleash terrifying power, but Qin Feng had yet to figure out the path to the Domain Lord level.

Especially the “Mechanical Twin”—his research on the Mechanical Clan was far too shallow. Not inheriting the “Wild” memories was a major loss.

Of course, beyond these reasons, there was one core, crucial purpose.

“The mission reward from the cosmic will—an annual cross-galaxy teleport—I wonder if it can be accumulated?”

Qin Feng’s gaze grew deep. “If this ability can stack, then staying here for a year means the next activation might allow two consecutive teleports. If I can accumulate ten years, a hundred years… that would be a trump card in my hand to instantly escape any pursuit.”

This conjecture was vital to him.

For a hundred years, he had not rested a single day, activating the teleport every year without fail.

One hundred teleports had carried him across a hundred unfamiliar galaxies. Now, his distance from Twin Rivers was so vast it defied numerical description.

But Qin Feng knew in his heart like a mirror: the true danger never lay in the first half of the journey.

As he drew closer to the final destination, “Thunder Cosmic City,” that region would surely be layered with enemy blockades.

The final pass would be the most difficult and bloodiest chapter of this death mission.

By then, any hidden card could be the key to life or death.

Having made up his mind, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.

He adjusted the form of his limit power armor, making it more subdued and ordinary, transforming into an inconspicuous streak of light that silently merged into the bustling interstellar traffic of the Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom, heading toward the core capital planet.

…

The Red Feather capital was a modified planet the size of a giant star, its surface shrouded in a pale golden energy shield. Countless runes flickered faintly on the shield, exuding a pressure that made the heart tremble.

This was undoubtedly a grand formation personally laid by a Domain Lord-level powerhouse, enough to withstand ordinary interstellar disasters and foreign invasions.

Passing through a starport with rigorous spatial detection, Qin Feng set foot on this land.

The moment he entered, a completely different atmosphere from the Human Empire’s territory washed over him.

The architectural style here was rougher, more diverse, blending features from dozens of races. Metal spires piercing the clouds stood alongside ancient, heavy stone temples. Anti-gravity vehicles zipped through energy-belt aerial tracks, while on the ground, massive alien beasts pulled ornate carriages at a leisurely pace.

The energy in the air was mixed yet vibrant, and the cosmic laws seemed more active.

Qin Feng’s divine sense spread like quicksilver, silently gathering vast amounts of information.

The prosperity here was no less than many border cities of the empire he had seen, earning a hint of recognition from him.

After some inquiries, he confirmed his guess.

The Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom was indeed a human-dominated realm.

Its ruler, known as “Red Feather,” was a genuine Domain Lord.

Interestingly, this Lord Red Feather did not originate from the Human Empire.

He was a wild human born on the myriad-race battlefield. Without the empire’s resource support, relying solely on his own perseverance and fortune, he rose from the very bottom, step by step, eventually using the mission system of the cosmic will to carve a bloody path and achieve the Domain Lord position.

“Such human powerhouses are not uncommon.”

Qin Feng understood.

The myriad-race battlefield was too vast. Even the “Saint Academy Sea” they were currently in contained billions of war zones.

Though the Human Empire’s influence was immense, it was far from controlling the entire Saint Academy Sea or incorporating every planet with human blood into its territory.

Thus, in corners untouched by imperial power, it was normal for such human rogue cultivators to emerge.

Of course, when these rogue cultivators grew to a certain height—like establishing a cosmic kingdom—they would inevitably establish ties with the Human Empire.

After all, the bonds of kinship and mutual benefit were natural links.

The empire usually supported and courted these “extraterritorial” kin, rarely interfering in their internal affairs.

“Domain Lord…”

Qin Feng chewed on these two words, and in his mind surfaced the teachings of his master, Devourer King, and his mentor, Yu Han.

"Tearing through space, crossing the sea of stars—this is the hard requirement and hallmark ability of a Domain Lord-level powerhouse. Only by mastering such might can one truly be called a hegemon of a region."

"Founding a cosmic nation, establishing schools and sects, forming star-spanning pirate bands, or representing an empire to lead vast caravans of wandering merchants... the minimum cultivation threshold for the leaders of these forces is the Domain Lord."

"Thus, the term 'Domain Lord' is less a realm name based on cultivation philosophy and more a title of power positioning. It signifies that you already possess the absolute strength to dominate a star domain."

As Qin Feng pondered, he strolled along the broad streets of the Red Feather capital.

He noticed that the composition of the residents here was quite intriguing.

About seventy percent were human warriors with black hair and black eyes, their aura slightly different from those within the empire—less disciplined, more rugged and wild, honed by survival in the wilderness.

The remaining thirty percent were alien beings from various races, some passing through to train, others already settled as members of this cosmic nation.

However, Qin Feng keenly observed that beings from the universe's peak races—such as the Light Race, the Mechanical Race, and the Stone Race—were extremely rare here.

Even if one or two appeared occasionally, they were mostly in a hurry, clearly just passing through for a brief rest.

This indicated that, against the backdrop of the Myriad Races Battlefield, even in a neutral cosmic nation, the invisible lines of racial camps still existed.

The capital was well-planned, with distinct zones for residence, markets, and cultivation.

Along the streets, signs for martial halls, trading firms, and sects stood in abundance, brimming with vitality and energy.

As Qin Feng walked, he absorbed the cultivation atmosphere here.

Planetary-level beings were the most common on the streets, forming the backbone of the entire cosmic nation.

Stellar-level powerhouses were already considered notable experts, earning respect wherever they went.

As for Galactic-level beings, they were quite rare; when one appeared, they drew hushed whispers and reverent glances from the crowd.

And Black Hole-level... after wandering here for half a day, Qin Feng had only sensed a few faint auras, all stationed in the capital's core areas, clearly major figures.

He, a Black Hole-level powerhouse with his aura concealed, did not stand out while walking the streets.

"I need to replenish some supplies first, then find a place for quiet cultivation."

Qin Feng had a plan.

He couldn't use the official trading network of the Human Empire.

Thus, trading in a place like the Red Feather Cosmic Nation was the best choice.

He swept his gaze and quickly locked onto the most magnificent and imposing building. It was a palace entirely constructed from some kind of crimson crystal, with a massive plaque hanging above, bearing three bold characters in the universal cosmic language—Red Feather Trading Company.

Named after the nation itself, it spoke volumes about its official background and formidable strength.

Qin Feng adjusted his black robe, ensuring it concealed his face and figure, then stepped inside.

The interior of the trading company was vast, employing advanced spatial folding techniques, likely the work of a Domain Lord.

Upon entering, it felt like stepping into an independent starry sky, countless rare treasures sealed within crystalline energy shields, dotting the space like stars.

The patrons coming and going were wealthy and noble, their auras mostly not weak.

Qin Feng's appearance caused no stir.

Though he deliberately concealed his aura, making it impossible to gauge his true depth, such attire was too common on the Myriad Races Battlefield.

Soon, a female human warrior at the Planetary-level peak, dressed in neat servant attire, approached with a professional smile.

"Sir, welcome to Red Feather Trading Company. How may I assist you?"

Her demeanor was neither servile nor arrogant, her eyes sharp and capable.

As a receptionist at a top-tier cosmic nation trading company, her discernment was naturally extraordinary.

She had seen many guests like Qin Feng, who deliberately hid their identities.

Such people were either fleeing with blood feuds or carrying precious treasures and keeping a low profile.

But either way, it meant one thing—the mysterious black-robed man before her was no ordinary character.

Those who could stir up trouble and still live well were never weak.

Thus, she showed him due respect.

"I need some supplies and also want to offload some things."

Qin Feng's voice, altered, came out hoarse and low. "Preferably barter, but if not, exchanging for your local currency works too."

"Of course, sir."

The servant nodded with a smile. "Our company accepts all forms of transactions. However, I have a better suggestion. One year from now, we will hold an auction featuring many rare items seldom seen. The auction will settle exclusively in 'Red Feather Coins.' If you're not in a hurry, you could deposit your goods with us for appraisal and convert them into Red Feather Coins. Participating in the auction then might yield unexpected gains."

"Alternatively, we can auction your items on your behalf."

"An auction?"

Qin Feng's interest was piqued. This was a good opportunity—he could offload his 'junk' and also see if there was anything useful for himself.

He was now flush with wealth; the spoils from the Twin Rivers battle would make any Black Hole-level powerhouse envious.

"Agreed."

Qin Feng replied succinctly.

Hearing this, the servant's smile widened. She respectfully led Qin Feng to a VIP room deep within the company.

The VIP room was elegantly furnished, with powerful barriers to block any probing.

After serving Qin Feng a fragrant tea infused with pure energy, she stood quietly aside, waiting for him to present his goods.

Qin Feng wasted no time. He indeed had plenty of 'junk'—mostly looted from the corpses of fallen powerhouses during his millennium of slaughter at Twin Rivers.

Among them were numerous corpse fragments, pieces of secret treasures, and many rare alloys of considerable grade.

These items were of little use to him.

His weapon, 'Star-Swallower,' and his armor, 'Limit,' were both Heavenly Evolution artifacts capable of self-growth, turning up their noses at such 'scraps,' being extremely picky.

But for other Black Hole-level powerhouses, these materials were coveted treasures.

With a thought, Qin Feng retrieved a metal block the size of a human head, pitch-black with starlight shimmering on its surface, from his subspace storage unit.

"Do you accept this?"

He casually placed the block on the jade table before him, producing a dull thud.

The servant took one look and her breath caught!

As a senior receptionist at Red Feather Trading Company, her eye for treasures was honed to perfection.

In a single glance, she recognized the metal—it was 'Void Star Iron,' sufficient for forging Black Hole-level secret treasures!

And of exceptional quality!

Such grade alloy was a strategic resource throughout the entire Red Feather Cosmic Nation; even a small piece would spark fierce competition among countless Black Hole-level beings.

Suppressing her shock, she was about to ask how much he had when Qin Feng continued:

"I have about... the volume of several medium-sized stars' worth of similar stuff."

"Also, quite a few Black Hole-level corpses from various races, fragments of secret treasures, and miscellaneous odds and ends."

“Ah?!”

This time, the attendant could no longer maintain her composure.

Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief and horror, her rosy lips slightly parted, unable to close for a long time.

Her mind went blank, almost believing she had misheard.

Several… medium stellar volume… black hole-grade alloys?

What kind of concept was that?

The mass and volume of a medium star were already astronomical numbers.

Such a colossal quantity of top-tier strategic resources, not just within the Red Feather Cosmic Nation, but even across dozens of neighboring cosmic nations, would be enough to spark a black hole-level bloody war!

The attendant swallowed instinctively, her throat dry.

When she looked at Qin Feng again, her gaze had completely changed.

It was no longer professional respect, but a heartfelt awe… for an unimaginably terrifying existence.

If Qin Feng’s words were true, then his strength was likely at the limit of the black hole level, approaching that of a Domain Lord!

When the attendant heard Qin Feng’s words, her voice carried a faint, barely perceptible tremor—a mix of extreme excitement and slight nervousness.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and bowed respectfully to Qin Feng, lowering her posture greatly.

“My lord, a transaction of this magnitude… far exceeds what I can handle. In fact, even the manager of my branch has no authority to deal with such a massive resource exchange.”

Her voice was slightly hoarse from emotional fluctuation, and she continued, “This matter must be decided personally by Vice President Lin of our Red Feather Merchant Guild. Vice President Lin happens to be at the capital headquarters today. Would you be willing to accompany me to the inner hall?”

Her words were earnest, her gaze full of anticipation and reverence.

She understood clearly that the mysterious black-robed man before her was a super-important figure beyond her imagination.

If she could successfully facilitate this transaction, the benefits she would gain would be immeasurable.

“No problem.”

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his voice calm and devoid of any emotion.

For him, this was just an ordinary transaction, dealing with some “scraps” he had no use for.

The reason he had taken a liking to the Red Feather Cosmic Nation, besides it being part of human territory, was that under this starry sky, most cultivators he saw had black hair and black eyes, their forms highly similar to the star region under the Limit War Group in the depths of his memory—his homeland—and even more distant Qiming Star.

This sense of familiarity made him unconsciously restrain the cold killing intent accumulated over a thousand years of cosmic warfare, and he became much gentler in his dealings with others.

The attendant felt as if she had been granted amnesty and quickly led the way.

She did not choose the regular passage through the bustling merchant hall but opened a hidden door on the wall.

Behind the door was not a corridor, but a shimmering spatial teleportation array.

“My lord, please.”

The attendant bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

Qin Feng stepped in, and in an instant, the light and shadows shifted around him, a gentle spatial force enveloping his entire body.

This was not a long-distance interstellar teleportation, but a high-level technique for folding space over short distances within a building, proving the strength of the Domain Lord Red Feather behind the Red Feather Merchant Guild.

After the short teleportation, the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic change.

From the initial noise and bustle, it gradually transitioned into an extreme quiet and solemnity.

The energy particles in the air became purer and denser, even forming faintly visible strands of pale white spiritual mist.

The material of the corridor changed from ornate metal and jade to a deep, strange black rock that absorbed all light and divine sense probing.

Finally, the attendant stopped before a massive door carved from a single piece of space crystal.

He straightened his robes, his expression becoming extremely solemn, and stepped forward to knock lightly three times.

“Vice President Lin, a distinguished guest has arrived.”

She reported in a low voice.

The door silently dissolved inward, like melting snow, revealing a strange world beyond.

The attendant bowed again and led Qin Feng inside.

The sight before him made even Qin Feng raise an eyebrow slightly.

This was not a room, but a vast, forcibly opened space.

Beneath their feet was a white jade platform suspended in the void. On the platform, pavilions, towers, small bridges, flowing water, exotic flowers, and rare plants were all present, like a fairyland.

In the distance was the deep cosmic starry sky, with stars moved here by some great force, turning into points of light in this space, emitting a soft glow.

At the center of this space, within an elegant pavilion, two warriors stood facing each other.

One was dressed in a brocade robe, with a refined face and a deep, ocean-like aura—the master of this place, a genuine black hole-level existence.

The other was a woman with a graceful figure and stunning beauty, wearing a tight combat suit that outlined her breathtaking curves, with a waterfall of silver hair cascading down.

Her cultivation had reached the peak of the star level, and she was currently bowing slightly, reporting something to the black hole-level being.

When Qin Feng’s gaze passed over the star-level female warrior, he paused slightly, a faint trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This face seemed familiar to him.

Memories surged like a tide. Thousands of years ago, when he was still at the Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, about to graduate, he had taken on a special graduation mission—to go to a nascent civilization planet called “Blue Star” and sow the seeds of the empire’s martial arts.

On that planet, a world-ending giant beast crisis was unfolding.

At that time, the strongest guardians of Blue Star’s human civilization were five warriors honored as “Chiefs.”

The stunning star-level female warrior before him was none other than one of those five Chiefs, code-named “Phantom Fox.”

Qin Feng clearly remembered that when he saw the five Chiefs had mixed foundations and numerous hidden injuries, out of a desire to nurture talent and forge good karma, he had personally used the “Ten Complete Hands” to sort out their internal energy and reshape their martial foundations.

He hadn’t expected that a seed casually sown back then had now grown to the star level and appeared in this distant cosmic nation of the myriad races’ battlefield.

Seeing Qin Feng and the attendant enter, the black hole-level Vice President Lin raised his hand, and the reporting Phantom Fox immediately understood.

She turned to leave.

As she brushed past Qin Feng, she only nodded politely, not recognizing the mysterious figure completely shrouded by the black robe and spiritual barrier.

This was not surprising; Qin Feng’s life level and aura had undergone earth-shattering changes, and with his deliberate concealment, unless a Domain Lord-level expert forcefully probed with their original spiritual power, no one could see his true face.

Qin Feng had no intention of revealing himself.

For him, that experience was just a small episode in his long life—a chance encounter, and when it ended, it ended.

Seeing an old acquaintance safe and greatly improved in strength here, he only felt a faint sigh, marveling at how that casual good deed had truly changed a person’s fate, shaping a star-level being who was considered strong even in the cosmos.

Such was karma—mysterious and intriguing.

When Phantom Fox’s figure disappeared into the spatial ripples, the attendant stepped forward and bowed deeply to Vice President Lin.

“Vice President Lin, this lord is…”

She paused mid-sentence, realizing she still didn’t know Qin Feng’s name, and felt a bit embarrassed.

“My surname is Qin.”

Qin Feng spoke at the right moment, his voice as calm as still water.

The attendant quickly continued, “Lord Qin has a large amount of resources he wishes to exchange for the circulating currency of our Red Feather Cosmic Nation, the ‘Red Feather Coin,’ to participate in the upcoming Red Feather Auction.”

Oh?

Upon hearing this, the gaze of Vice Chairman Lin shifted away from the jade slip in his hand and settled upon Qin Feng.

His look was peaceful, yet it carried an air of scrutiny capable of peering directly into a person's soul.

As a Black Hole level powerhouse and the vice chairman of a top-tier chamber of commerce, the formidable figures he had encountered were as numerous as the hairs on an ox; he had long since cultivated a discerning eye for reading people.

He was unable to detect Qin Feng's spiritual power, which instantly sent a shock through him, making him realize that the black-robed man before him surnamed Qin possessed an aura like an abyss, unfathomable and deep, absolutely indicating a being of formidable strength.

"Sir, I wonder from whence you hail? Do you possess any credentials?"

Though Vice Chairman Lin's tone was polite, the caution within his words was entirely unconcealed.

This was not an intentional attempt to make things difficult. The current situation within the Scarlet Feather Cosmic Nation was truly quite complex.

Although the Nation Lord, Scarlet Feather, was a Sector Lord capable of suppressing an entire region, he had been gone for hundreds of thousands of years, and there were even rumors of his demise.

Recently, several alien cosmic nations bordering Scarlet Feather had been making frequent moves, mobilizing troops and dispatching generals, and many unfamiliar powerhouses had flooded into the Scarlet Feather capital, giving rise to surging undercurrents.

Particularly with this once-in-a-millennium massive auction

As the name suggests, they are those who have just broken through, their Dao foundation newly formed, still unskilled in wielding Black Hole-level power, having mastered no notable secret arts, and possessing very few trump cards—they are the "newcomers" of the Black Hole level.

The second tier is the "Ordinary Black Hole level."

Such beings have already immersed themselves in the Black Hole level for some time, mastered a few common Black Hole-level secret techniques, begun to dabble in the myriad knowledge of the universe, and accumulated a fair number of trump cards—they are the backbone of the Black Hole level. He himself stood at this tier.

The third tier is the "Black Hole-level Powerhouse."

To reach this level, one must either have mastered one or even several powerful advanced Black Hole secret arts, boasting extraordinary combat prowess;

Or possess profound mastery in a certain field, such as formations, alchemy, artifact forging, spatial knowledge, and the like, wielding unpredictable means.

There is also a special case: those peerless prodigies nurtured by empires like the Human race, who have forged the [Eternal Singularity] Dao foundation. Once they ascend to the Black Hole level, relying solely on their unreasonably robust physical constitution and spiritual power, they can directly rank among the "Black Hole-level Powerhouses."

As for the fourth tier, it is the legendary "Limit Black Hole level."

Such beings are invariably ancient monsters who have steeped themselves in the Black Hole realm for millions of years or more. They possess countless secret arts, numerous trump cards, and a comprehension of the laws that has reached the pinnacle. Their strength is formidable enough to escape calmly from under a Domain Lord's hand—they are the true peak combat power below the Domain Lord level.

And at this moment, Vice President Lin was almost one hundred percent certain in his heart that the seemingly calm black-robed man named Qin before him was undoubtedly a terrifying existence of the fourth tier—the Limit Black Hole level!

In the Red Feather Cosmic Nation and its surrounding patch of territory, aside from the elusive Domain Lord, Red Feather Lord, the Limit Black Hole level was the supreme combat power walking the world—a myth, a legend!

With this thought, Vice President Lin dared not show the slightest negligence any longer, and even his address to Qin Feng changed imperceptibly.

"Sen... Senior."

He spoke cautiously, his voice carrying a faint trace of reverence: "Senior, the value of these treasures of yours is truly too immense to be measured in Red Feather coins.

If they were all converted into currency, it would likely cause financial turmoil across the entire cosmic nation."

He paused, as if organizing his words, then a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes as he offered a suggestion: "Senior, this junior has a proposal.

You see, although these materials of yours are top-grade, they are still fragments. If you trust our Red Feather Trading Company, we are willing to mobilize our greatest resources and invite His Majesty the Lord's first disciple—a grandmaster of artifact forging who has also reached the Limit Black Hole level—to personally refine these materials for you, purifying the dross and forging them into a brand-new Black Hole-level secret treasure.

Given the volume and quality of these materials, this junior dares to estimate that the final product will be at least a mid-grade Black Hole secret treasure, with the potential to even reach high-grade!"

He looked at Qin Feng and continued: "After the secret treasure is forged, you may choose to use it yourself, or have our company sell it on your behalf at this upcoming auction.

If sold on consignment, since we provide the forger and the platform, we would need to take a twenty percent commission as remuneration. What does Senior think of this?"

This proposal was truly sincere.

Turning scattered materials into a complete secret treasure multiplied their value by more than tenfold.

The Red Feather Trading Company only taking twenty percent meant that most of the benefits went to Qin Feng, clearly aiming to forge a bond of goodwill with this mysterious Limit Black Hole-level powerhouse.

"How long will the forging take? Can it make it in time for this auction?"

Qin Feng asked, quite tempted by the proposal.

"It can, it can! Absolutely!"

Vice President Lin quickly assured him, "His Majesty's first disciple, 'Master Lone Swan,' is already a Limit Black Hole-level artifact forger. Forging a mid-grade secret treasure is no difficult task for him.

With sufficient materials, it will surely be completed within a few months! There is still a year until the auction—more than enough time!"

"Very well, then."

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and made his decision.

He was not short of secret treasures now.

"Star-Swallower" and "Limit" were sufficient for his needs.

"Then do as you say—sell it on consignment at the auction."

He added, "Also, arrange for me a top-grade cultivation meditation chamber. I need to stay here for a while."

"Of course! Of course! This is this junior's duty!"

Upon hearing Qin Feng's agreement, Vice President Lin was so excited his face glowed red, and he quickly stood up.

He personally secured the spatial ring bearing the earth-shattering wealth, then made a "please" gesture to Qin Feng, leading the way himself, his posture humble as he said: "Senior, please follow me. I will immediately arrange the best 'Heaven-Numbered' cave dwelling in the capital, ensuring no one will disturb your cultivation!"

(End of chapter)