Chapter 270: Auction Storm, Meteor Flying Dagger, He is Actually the Ferocious God

Chapter 270: Auction Storms, Meteor Flying Dagger, He Was Actually the Fierce God Qin Feng!

Vice President Lin personally led Qin Feng to the highest-grade Celestial Cave Mansion of the Crimson Feather Trading Company, then respectfully bowed and withdrew.

The heavy door, forged from an unknown alloy, slowly closed, sealing off all sound and prying eyes from the outside world.

Within the cave mansion, a world unto itself was formed. Cosmic primal energy, so dense it nearly turned into tangible mist, flowed gently, nourishing every living being that entered.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion at the center of the cave, but did not immediately enter a cultivation state.

His mind sank into a stillness as eternal as the starry sky, and he began to meticulously sort out his current state and future path.

This one year, on the scale of his current lifespan, was but a snap of the fingers. Yet if used wisely, it could elevate his strength to another level, adding crucial leverage to the increasingly fierce pursuit that lay ahead.

His thoughts first delved into that seemingly innate new ability—Mechanical Duality.

With a slight shift of his mind, Qin Feng’s perception split instantly.

One part remained within this flesh-and-blood body, sensing the pure energy of the cave mansion;

The other part crossed vast distances of space, descending upon a remote, barren asteroid within the Crimson Feather Cosmic Kingdom.

There, a crude metallic construct, casually forged by Qin Feng from galactic-grade alloy, floated silently in the vacuum.

“The talent of the Mechanical Clan…”

Qin Feng’s consciousness flowed unimpeded between the two bodies, an unprecedented experience surging within him.

Foremost among them was the terrifying talent known as “Mechanical Thought.”

At this moment, Qin Feng clearly felt that his spiritual power, already immensely powerful due to the [Eternal Singularity], seemed to have been loaded with a super computational core.

The same thought, the same deduction, might still require leaps of inspiration and logic in the mind of the flesh-and-blood body, but in the thinking module of the mechanical avatar, it transformed into billions of parallel data streams.

Every composition of runes, every energy circuit of secret arts, could be instantly disassembled into the most basic particle motion models, undergoing billions of simulations and optimizations.

“With the same total spiritual power, the Mechanical Clan’s thinking and computing ability, especially in analysis, construction, and deduction, is indeed terrifyingly superior.”

Qin Feng admired inwardly. This talent was nothing short of divine aid for comprehending top-tier secret arts as complex as the [Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram].

Next came the Mechanical Clan’s detached attitude toward the “body.”

Qin Feng could sense that as long as the core consciousness remained, that metallic construct could be discarded at any time. As long as there was enough advanced alloy, he could instantly reshape a more powerful combat shell for himself.

This near-immortality, and the ability to infinitely upgrade combat power by swapping hardware, exuded a cold and cruel charm. The shackles of the flesh barely existed for true Mechanical Clan experts.

“Yet the most twisted aspect is the absolute control over artificial intelligence.”

Qin Feng’s consciousness swept over the nascent AI he had personally written within the mechanical avatar.

He could clearly perceive that every logical circuit of that AI, every data interaction, was imprinted with his deepest will authority.

He could grant it high autonomy, let it manage combat, handle billions of complex affairs, making it appear no different from an independent intelligent life.

But at the same time, no matter how advanced or “intelligent” this AI evolved, even if it developed a so-called “self,” with a single thought from Qin Feng, it could be completely erased from the most fundamental level, reduced to meaningless data chaos.

This absolute dominance rooted in the essence of life was the fundamental reason the Mechanical Clan could build a vast mechanical army spanning the universe without ever fearing an AI rebellion.

“Pity…”

Qin Feng’s thoughts returned to reality, tinged with regret.

He examined his current mechanical avatar, whose shortcomings were equally obvious.

“This avatar, after all, is just a crude construct I made by brute force, using galactic-grade alloy. It has neither systematic Mechanical Clan creation secret arts nor any energy matrices inscribed to enhance combat power. More importantly, I have no territory of my own, no resource collection points, no automated production lines…”

Qin Feng understood that a true Mechanical Clan prodigy must have a vast secret base behind them—a “lair” capable of endlessly producing mechanical armies, researching new alloys, and iterating combat shells.

But right now, he was just a “general without an army” possessing Mechanical Clan talent.

“This path has infinite potential, but it cannot be achieved overnight.”

Qin Feng quickly made a decision. “The urgent task is to complete the death mission of the Cosmic Will and seize the foundation of the [Final Singularity].

Only then will I seek an opportunity to go to the Mechanical Divine Kingdom and obtain truly top-tier Mechanical Clan inheritance secret arts.

At that time, my mechanical avatar can truly begin to develop, expand a secret territory of my own, forge an endless mechanical army, and even… forge an ultimate combat body made of cosmic artifact-grade alloy for myself.”

With the future plan for Mechanical Duality settled, Qin Feng temporarily set it aside and immersed his mind completely in his foundation—martial cultivation.

His thoughts focused on the [Eternal Singularity], feeling the terrifying power within that singularity, enough to split heaven and earth.

Then, this power was guided to flow through his body along an extremely profound trajectory. Beneath his skin, totemic patterns faintly glowed.

“[Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram]…”

After a hundred years of bitter cultivation since the Twin Rivers Battle, especially with the aid of “Mechanical Thought” in deduction, he was only one final threshold away from reaching the second spirit realm.

That threshold was the arrangement and combination of the final core runes that formed the second primordial diagram.

“If I can break through this last difficulty, my basic strength, on top of the thirty percent boost from the [Twin Masks], will double again! Then my combat power will truly surpass most ultimate Black Hole-level beings.”

A firm light shone in Qin Feng’s eyes.

“If I can go further, comprehend the third spirit, and gain a triple boost… perhaps I will have the capital to fight head-on against those true ultimate Black Hole-level old monsters, and even slay them!”

At this moment, Qin Feng’s martial heart was clearer than ever.

All past experiences, all battles, all thoughts, converged into a single, distinct path.

“What complicated knowledge, what profound secret arts, what intricate formations, matrices… For me, their only value is to enhance my physical strength and spiritual power quality!”

A corner of his mouth curled into a domineering arc.

“My path is to prove the Dao through power! To crush all flashy techniques and rules with absolute basic stats!”

This was not arrogance, but the most rational and efficient choice based on his own conditions.

The [Final Singularity], the supreme foundation promised by the Cosmic Will, had its core in granting the possessor “unprecedented” physical and spiritual power quality.

And the existence of the [Twin Masks] cosmic artifact was even simpler—a straightforward percentage boost.

When a nearly infinite base number is multiplied by a constantly doubling coefficient, the final result is a terrifying power that no technique can compensate for, a power that inspires despair.

“This is the only path that maximizes all my advantages!”

Having clarified all this, there was no more confusion in Qin Feng’s heart.

He completely abandoned all distracting thoughts and poured his entire mind into comprehending the [Nine Spirit Primordial Diagram].

His spiritual will seemed to transform into an invisible scalpel, precisely probing the phantom of the inheritance stele left by the Nine Spirit King in his mind.

On the stele, billions of runes flowed endlessly, each containing cosmic truths, each flow representing countless permutations and evolutions.

Time lost meaning in deep cultivation.

For Qin Feng in his high school days, a year was long enough to change the course of life.

But for Qin Feng, a Black Hole-level powerhouse sitting in the Celestial Cave Mansion, a year was merely an insignificant wave in the cosmic river—a single breath, a single heartbeat.

Within the cave mansion, the energy mist sometimes churned into massive whirlpools, sometimes fell into dead silence.

Qin Feng’s body was like the center of the universe; every energy inhalation and exhalation resonated with the laws of this small world.

With his “Mechanical Thought” operating at full capacity, the final difficulty in arranging the runes for the second primordial diagram was broken down into trillions of basic modules.

The energy flow of each module, the force field interference between each rune, every possible failure combination—he simulated and eliminated them one by one.

This was a process tedious enough to drive any normal being mad, but Qin Feng reveled in it.

He relished this sensation of peeling back a complex problem layer by layer, until finally touching the core truth.

At long last, in the final moments of this year, Qin Feng’s eyes snapped open.

Within them lay not a shred of emotional fluctuation, only pure, golden light flickering like a data torrent.

He had found it!

That last and most critical sequence of rune arrangement, the perfect structure sufficient to bear the full might of the Second Soul!

"So that is how it is..."

Qin Feng murmured softly, his hands slowly closing before his chest to form an ancient and profound hand seal.

The energy within his body was no longer merely circulating; instead, it began to undergo an unprecedented convergence.

The essence of black hole-grade secret arts, and indeed all supernatural power in the universe, conformed to the most fundamental cosmic laws.

Driven by his will, mental energy and spiritual energy fields collided and fused, forming the most basic "convergence modules";

Hundreds of millions of different modules then linked through specific methods to constitute a "mental-spiritual energy field" with unique attributes;

Hundreds of millions of different energy fields, like threads weaving a sweater, interlaced and intertwined, finally condensing into a stable and powerful "rune";

Following that, billions of runes with varying functions combined according to countless trillions of different permutations, ultimately allowing one to invoke the power of the cosmic source, unleashing might capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and shattering stars.

This was the truth behind the so-called "secret arts."

This was also why all living beings who aspired to climb to the peak of martial arts had to construct a mental singularity.

For only a singularity could provide such vast and precise computational power and control to master these nearly infinite combinations and variations.

At this moment, within Qin Feng’s body, a grand and meticulous "weaving" was taking place.

Countless newly born runes fell into place, linked, and resonated with absolute precision according to the sequence he had just deciphered.

Hum—

A terrifying aura, far stronger than before by twofold, erupted violently from within Qin Feng’s body!

The space behind him groaned under the unbearable weight of this power, rippling with layer upon layer of distortions.

Behind his back, a brand-new, incomparably vivid phantom of a Primordial Metagraph slowly emerged.

It was a towering figure bathed in holy light, behind whom unfurled a pair of wings composed of pure golden radiance, his visage sacred and noble, filled with both mercy and majesty.

The mere existence of this powerhouse's phantom exuded a supreme aura sufficient to purify all evil and judge all sin.

According to the sporadic information left in the inheritance stele, this second metagraph was said to depict the founder of a certain warband named the "Blood Angels" in the ancient legends of the human race.

Seeing this familiar image with golden wings, Qin Feng’s mind lapsed into a barely perceptible daze.

Involuntarily, he recalled that comrade-in-arms who had fought side by side with him in the Genius Tournament.

"I wonder how Caesar is doing now."

A faint, barely audible murmur echoed in the silent cultivation chamber, vanishing immediately after.

That brief reminiscence was like a pebble tossed into the sea, failing to stir any major ripples in his rock-solid Dao heart.

He did not continue to indulge in the past, but instead raised his hand to look at the timer.

Not a second more, not a second less, exactly one year.

Qin Feng stood up slowly, reining in the aura that was potent enough to make stars tremble, and pushed open the door of the cultivation chamber.

Almost the exact instant he emerged from his secluded cultivation, Vice Chairman Lin, who had been waiting outside the entire time, sensed it immediately.

Not daring to delay for a moment, his figure flashed, appearing before Qin Feng with a face full of humble and eager smiles.

"Senior, you have completed your seclusion!"

Vice Chairman Lin spoke while sizing Qin Feng up.

Although Qin Feng’s aura was fully restrained at this moment, appearing no different from a year ago, Vice Chairman Lin instinctively felt that this "Senior Qin" before him seemed to have become even more unfathomable, and that faint, ghost-like pressure made his heart leap with apprehension.

"Senior, the weapon you commissioned has been successfully forged."

Vice Chairman Lin dared not overthink. He hurriedly retrieved an exquisite jade box from his storage space and presented it with both hands. "The Sovereign's eldest disciple, that limit black hole-grade grandmaster blacksmith, personally took action to refine all the material essences you provided, ultimately forging them into a set of eighteen flying daggers in total.

This set of flying daggers possesses diverse attributes; they can separate or combine, and with their array formations linked, their might is immense. They are rated as a mid-grade black hole-tier secret treasure, inscribed with a total of eighty-two restrictions, making them a top-tier boutique even among mid-grade secret treasures."

He paused, adding, "According to market valuation, we have temporarily set the starting bid for this set of flying daggers at one billion Red Feather Coins."

"Mm, good."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, not opening the jade box to inspect it.

To him, these external objects were merely tools to exchange for resources; he was well-satisfied with the result.

He cared more about another matter.

"How much time is left before the auction begins?"

"Replying to Senior, there are still three days,"

Vice Chairman Lin answered hastily. "Right now, the entire capital is already warming up for the auction. Countless powerhouses have rushed over from surrounding star fields, making it an unprecedentedly grand occasion. As per your instructions, we have prepared the highest-specification Heaven-grade bidding room for you. Shall I escort you there now?"

"Lead the way."

Qin Feng was concise.

"Senior, this way please."

Vice Chairman Lin bowed and extended his hand, personally leading the way in front to guide Qin Feng toward the auction venue.

Passing through several luxurious corridors connected by spatial arrays, Qin Feng soon arrived before a colossal structure grand beyond words.

The building itself was a powerful spatial secret treasure; viewed from the outside, it was merely a majestic palace, but its interior contained a vast starry sky of its own.

Upon entering, the first thing that met the eye was a massive auction stage hovering right in the center of the starry sky.

That auction stage was forged from a solid block of an unknown divine metal, upon which light flowed and the rhymes of the Dao formed naturally.

Surrounding the auction stage, below it were dense, countless individual futon seats, dotting the void like stars and extending to the very edge of one's vision.

Each futon emitted a faint fluctuation of energy, clearly equipped with its own defensive and isolation arrays.

These seats were provided for those powerhouses fortunate enough to participate in this grand gathering.

Qin Feng swept his gaze across, making a rough estimate that the number of living beings present below already exceeded a massive one million.

And among those capable of sitting here, the lowest cultivation belonged to stellar-grade powerhouses.

Above these ordinary seats, independent spaces the size of stars hovered in rings within the void. These were the private booths.

On the outermost layer, and greatest in number, were the Earth-grade booths.

These booths were specially reserved for galactic-grade powerhouses, allowing them to enjoy a more comfortable environment while displaying a status distinct from ordinary experts.

And at an even higher elevation, where the numbers sharply decreased but each structure exuded a terrifying aura, were the Heaven-grade booths.

These booths were supreme VIP seats reserved exclusively for black hole-grade existences.

Every single Heaven-grade booth possessed top-tier arrays that blocked all mental energy probes, representing a transcendent status and power within the Red Feather Cosmic Empire.

Vice Chairman Lin led Qin Feng, passing through layers of guards and arrays without any hindrance, finally stopping before the door of a Heaven-grade booth inscribed with the ancient seal script "Thirty-Three."

"Senior, this is Room Thirty-Three of the Heaven-grade prepared for you. Please enter."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, remaining silent as he stepped across the threshold.

Behind him, the heavy door slid shut without a sound.

Seated cross-legged within private lounge Heaven-33, Qin Feng was completely isolated from the world by an invisible array that barred all external clamor and divine sense probes from penetrating even an inch.

His eyes gently closed as his mind immersed itself in the insights of the newly broken-through second layer of the Nine Spiritual Origin Chart, stabilizing the sudden surge of raw power within him.

For a powerhouse of his caliber, a few days of waiting passed in what felt like a single breath.

It was only when a melodious and ancient bell rang out, echoing through the vast and colossal auction arena, that Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

A flash of gold and crimson divine light vanished in the depths of his pupils, and his aura became increasingly restrained, resembling a bottomless ancient well that concealed every trace of its sharp edge.

The auction had officially begun.

A soft beam of light focused upon the towering central auction stage, where a woman clad in a magnificent yet solemn blue gown walked forward with elegant, measured steps.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, her countenance peerlessly beautiful, with a hint of mature competence in her brow that spoke of a life lived through worldly trials—it was none other than Skyfox, once one of the five chiefs of the Azure Planet.

At this moment, her cultivation had already reached the peak of the Stellar level, and a powerful confidence and aura radiated naturally from her every gesture.

Holding a delicate mithril gavel, her gaze swept across the entire arena, looking from the millions of futon seats below to the elevated private lounges that represented noble status—the Earth-tier and Heaven-tier suites—as her voice, amplified by the formations, reached the ears of every bidder with absolute clarity:

"Welcome, honored guests, to the Red Feather Merchant Guild's once-in-a-ten-millennium grand gathering. I, Skyfox, am privileged to serve as the host of this auction.

Without further ado, as I am certain our esteemed guests have long been waiting, let our very first auction item take the stage!"

Looking at Skyfox upon the stage, a subtle ripple of emotion stirred within Qin Feng's heart.

The young girl who had once stood reverently before him, listening to the ultimate truths of the martial path, had now grown into a powerhouse capable of standing on her own and presiding over such a monumental event.

Such was the wonder of the universe, where time flowed relentlessly, and the world transformed while people changed.

His budget for this journey depended entirely on the price his collection of spoils would fetch after being refined.

Vice Chairman Lin had estimated that the set of throwing daggers named "Meteor" would have a starting price as high as one billion Red Feather coins.

Over the past few days, Qin Feng had gained a clear understanding of the purchasing power of Red Feather coins through the information provided by the merchant guild.

One billion was a colossal sum capable of drawing a sideways glance even from ordinary Black Hole level powerhouses; it was enough to purchase several excellent mid-grade Black Hole level secret treasures, or a vast sea of rare resources sufficient to sustain his cultivation for thousands of years.

As time progressed, the auction proceeded in an orderly and efficient manner, with one rare and exotic treasure after another being presented upon the stage.

There were ores infused with peculiar energies, technological creations from perished civilizations, amber sealing the cubs of powerful exotic beasts, and even living slaves possessing unique bloodlines.

The atmosphere of the entire auction hall grew incredibly fervent, with bidding voices rising and falling in an unbroken chain.

For most of the time, Qin Feng kept his eyes closed to rest his mind, only occasionally opening them whenever he felt a mild interest in specific materials, knowledge jade slips, or inheritance steles.

He bid a few times, securing some high-tier resources used for replenishing energy and recovering from injuries at relatively low prices; though it was better than nothing, it served as an appetizer for the intense bidding that would follow.

The scale of this auction far exceeded Qin Feng's imagination; it was not an affair concluded in a single day, but was scheduled to last for three entire months.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month of the auction had already passed.

During this period, tens of thousands of items had been put up for auction, ranging from the Stellar level to the Galactic level, creating a dazzling and comprehensive display.

As time marched on, the value of the items began to skyrocket until, finally, treasures capable of catching the eye of Black Hole level powerhouses began to appear.

On this day, Skyfox's expression grew more solemn than usual, and with a wave of her jade-like hand, a jade tray guarded by a defensive array was carefully carried up by several handmaidens.

Resting quietly upon the jade tray was a strange stone about the size of a fist, completely pitch-black like ink, yet its surface seemed to contain countless stars kindling and extinguishing in an endless cycle.

"Honored guests, the next item up for bid is an extremely rare Void Source Stone!"

Skyfox's voice carried a hint of excitement, "This stone was born within the eye of a storm in a spatial fissure, formed through the flushing and condensation of temporal and spatial forces over hundreds of millions of years.

Its interior contains the purest origin of space, possessing inestimable efficacy whether used to refine space-attribute Black Hole level secret treasures or to study spatial knowledge! For powerhouses specializing in the path of space, it is a priceless treasure! The starting bid is eighty million Red Feather coins, with each incremental increase no less than one million!"

The moment her voice fell, a collective sharp intake of breath resounded through the hall, as the starting price of eighty million had already shut the door on ninety-nine percent of the Galactic level powerhouses.

"Eighty-one million!"

A voice echoed from an Earth-tier private lounge, evidently belonging to a financially sound peak Galactic level powerhouse who wished to take a gamble.

"Eighty-five million!"

"Ninety million!"

After a brief ascent, the price fell into a lull.

Although this treasure was magnificent, its attribute was far too specific, and its exorbitant price caused many to shrink back.

Right at that moment, an indifferent and slightly arrogant voice emerged from private lounge Heaven-11, concise and to the point:

"One hundred and fifty million."

The moment this bid was made, the entire hall instantly fell dead silent.

A one-time increase of sixty million was no longer bidding; it was a declaration of ownership, and that brook-no-argument dominance was clearly conveyed to everyone present.

Qin Feng opened his eyes slightly and cast a glance toward the direction of lounge number eleven.

The person sitting inside should also be a Black Hole level powerhouse, and their aura was condensed and heavy, clearly indicating they were no novice to this realm.

As for this treasure, Qin Feng had no need for it at the moment.

Although he intended to study spatial knowledge in the future, there was no rush; facing the tasks of the Universal Will, his urgent priority was to purchase reserve resources.

Skyfox paused on the stage for a moment, and seeing that no one else dared to speak, she cried out loudly, "One hundred and fifty million once! One hundred and fifty million twice! One hundred and fifty million thrice! Sold! Congratulations to the honored guest in private lounge Heaven-11!"

With the settlement of the first Black Hole level resource, the atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly fiery.

Several days later, another item appeared that piqued Qin Feng's interest.

It was a jade bottle carved from warm jade, inside of which was a pool of milky-white liquid that exuded a life aura so refreshing that merely looking at it made one feel all exhaustion wash away.

"Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Marrow, harvested from the deepest depths of the core of a life planet, a life essence that takes ten thousand years to condense a single drop."

Skyfox introduced, "Its nature is mild, devoid of any violent energy, allowing it to be consumed directly to rapidly replenish life origin and repair damage to one's Dao foundation.

Whether it is depletion from cultivation or trauma from combat, it possesses miraculous efficacy.

For beings below the Black Hole level, a single drop can bring the dead back to life and grow flesh on bare bones;

For Black Hole level powerhouses, it is likewise a rare and superb holy medicine for recovery! There are ten drops in total, auctioned as a whole bottle, with a starting bid of thirty million Red Feather coins!"

"Thirty-one million!"

"Thirty-three million!"

The bidding for this treasure was far more intense than that of the Void Source Stone because its universality was too strong; it was useful to any living being and was a true life-saving object.

The price soared all the way, quickly breaking through the fifty million mark, with most of those participating in the bidding being Galactic level powerhouses from the Earth-tier private lounges.

"Sixty million."

Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice calm and without a ripple, devoid of any emotion as if he were merely stating a fact.

His bid caused the intense atmosphere in the hall to freeze for a moment, as an esteemed guest from a Heaven-tier lounge had finally made a move.

"Sixty-one million!"

A Galactic level powerhouse was clearly determined to obtain this object, gritting his teeth to raise the price.

"Seventy million."

Without a second thought, Qin Feng bid once more.

This method of raising the price, as light as a breeze and as faint as a cloud, carried a pressure more oppressive than any threat.

It made it clear to everyone that this price was but a drop in the bucket to him.

The galaxy-level powerhouse fell silent.

He understood that contending with the presence in the Celestial Suite was futile unless the other party chose to yield; otherwise, he had no hope.

In the end, this bottle of [Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Marrow] was effortlessly secured by Qin Feng for seventy million.

To him, this resource capable of rapidly restoring his primal power would prove invaluable on the path of pursuit that lay ahead.

The auction continued, with one climax after another.

One day, a special lot was presented.

It was a silver shuttle engraved with intricate patterns, named the [Realm-Breaking Star Shuttle].

"This item is a one-time consumable, yet it can save your life at a critical moment!"

The voice of Phantom Fox was highly compelling. "It can be activated instantly, carrying the user through a short-range spatial jump, ignoring the spatial locks of most galaxy-level beings! It is the ultimate talisman for galaxy-level powerhouses venturing into the cosmos! Starting bid: five million Red Feather Coins!"

This price was not low for galaxy-level powerhouses, but for the sake of "one life," it seemed incredibly worthwhile.

"Five million one hundred thousand!"

"Five million three hundred thousand!"

"I bid six million!"

Almost all the bidders were galaxy-level beings seated on the cushions below or in the Earth Suites.

Their voices were filled with longing and urgency.

For them, having one more trump card like this meant one more chance to survive.

After a fierce round of bidding, the [Realm-Breaking Star Shuttle] was finally won by a galaxy-level powerhouse in Earth Suite No. 72 for twelve million Red Feather Coins—nearly a third of his entire fortune.

When Phantom Fox announced the deal, a sigh of relief could be clearly heard from within his suite.

But what truly pushed the auction atmosphere to a new peak was the appearance of the fourth lot.

It was a crystal bottle containing a handful of spring water that emitted a faint blue light. Within the water, countless souls seemed to howl and sink into silence, exuding a contradictory yet mysterious aura.

"[Water of the Nine Abyss Soul Spring]!"

Phantom Fox enunciated its name word by word, her voice carrying unprecedented gravity. "Legend has it that this rare substance from the Necromancer Clan's domain has an incredible nourishing and tempering effect on the soul.

It can cleanse impurities from the soul, enhance mental resilience, and for half-step powerhouses on the verge of breaking through to the Black Hole level, it can help stabilize the prototype of their spiritual singularity, greatly increasing the chance of success!

The value of this item needs no further elaboration. Starting bid: one hundred million Red Feather Coins!"

As soon as this price was announced, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

"One hundred and ten million!"

An old, excited voice came from an inconspicuous cushion below.

It was an immensely powerful elder, his energy surging, already at the limit of the galaxy level, just one step away from attempting to condense a singularity—what was known as a "half-step Black Hole."

At that moment, he stared fixedly at the [Water of the Nine Abyss Soul Spring] on the stage, his eyes bloodshot. It was his only hope in this lifetime.

"One hundred and twenty million."

Qin Feng's voice rang out again. Though his [Eternal Singularity] was already forged, this kind of rare substance that purely nourished the spirit was equally beneficial to him, capable of enhancing the quality of his mental energy.

"One hundred and twenty-one million!"

The elder almost roared out the price. Every additional million felt like cutting into his flesh.

"One hundred and fifty million."

At this moment, the indifferent voice from Celestial Suite No. 11 rang out again, tinged with a hint of disdain and mockery, directly raising the price by nearly thirty million.

The elder's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly but did not immediately follow with a bid.

"Senior!"

The elder stood up, bowing deeply toward the direction of Celestial Suite No. 11, his voice pleading. "This item concerns my path of cultivation. I beg you to show mercy. I am willing to offer all my possessions, only asking for your grace!"

There was a moment of silence from Suite No. 11, followed by a light laugh: "In the auction hall, the highest bidder wins. If you have the money, continue bidding. Why beg me?"

These words mercilessly shattered the elder's last hope.

"One hundred and fifty-one million..."

The elder's voice trembled as he named the limit he could bear.

"Oh?"

The voice from Suite No. 11 carried a hint of amusement. "Then I bid two hundred and ten million."

Upon hearing this, the elder swayed, as if about to say something more.

Just as he prepared to raise his bid again, an icy, vast, abyss-like mental pressure spread without warning from Celestial Suite No. 11, like an invisible tide, instantly enveloping the area of the half-step Black Hole elder below.

That pressure did not target the entire hall but precisely locked onto the elder alone.

The elder felt as if his soul were gripped by an invisible giant hand, plunged into a bottomless ice cavern, his thoughts nearly frozen, his Dao heart trembling.

He clearly sensed that with a single thought from the other party, his soul could be easily crushed.

This was a naked threat!

At the Red Feather Trading Company's auction, openly using power to intimidate!

The elder's heart was instantly filled with boundless fury and humiliation.

He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, endured countless hardships to reach this point, and now, with the hope of breakthrough right before his eyes, his dignity was so easily trampled, his hope stripped away.

He wanted to resist, to roar, to demand by what right the other party acted!

Yet the chill of reason instantly extinguished this fury.

By what right? By the right of being an exalted Black Hole-level powerhouse!

By the right that the other could decide his life and death as easily as crushing an ant!

If he dared to show any further disrespect, even a single resentful glance, what awaited him might be utter catastrophe.

The other might not dare to kill openly within the Red Feather Cosmic Capital, but once he left this place, the vast universe would offer him no refuge.

For a chance that might or might not succeed, to risk his life, and even possibly implicate his descendants—was it worth it?

It was not worth it...

The bloodshot fury in the elder's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a dead, ashen gray.

He slowly lowered his head, his clenched fists loosening powerlessly, as if all his spirit and vitality had been drained in that instant.

He gave up—not just on this lot, but on his dignity, on the martial heart that had once driven him forward with courage.

Qin Feng glanced at Suite No. 11 and said softly, "Three hundred million."

"Three hundred million—is there any higher bid?"

Phantom Fox frowned slightly on the stage but still inquired according to the rules.

The entire hall fell into a dead silence.

From the eleventh private box, the spiritual pressure of a Black Hole-level being spread out, bearing down on Qin Feng, but he merely sneered and dispelled it.

"Good!"

"Friend, I, Li You, will remember you!"

The being in the eleventh box sneered.

"What?"

"It's Li You!"

"A powerhouse among Black Hole-level beings!"

"Second only to the Limit Black Hole!"

"He is the Third General of the Lihe Cosmic Kingdom."

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, clearly the being Li You in the eleventh box held great renown across the star region surrounding the Red Feather Cosmic Kingdom.

In the end, that bottle of [Nine Nether Soul Spring Water] was pocketed by Qin Feng.

The auction continued.

Another month passed, during which the items up for bid grew increasingly precious, even several low-grade Black Hole-level secret treasures appearing.

Qin Feng made two more moves, winning a battle blade and a shield, both low-grade Black Hole secret treasures.

He naturally did not intend to use them himself; with his "Star Devourer" and "Limit" power armors, he looked down on these.

He bought them purely as "rations" to feed his two Heaven-Evolution soldiers, letting them devour the essence within to accelerate their growth.

Beyond that, he also stocked up on a large quantity of recovery-type resources, fully preparing for the long journey ahead.

And during this month, the Black Hole-level strongman in the Tianzi No. 11 box repeated his old tricks, using his released pressure and aggressive bidding to force several competitors to back down, snatching many valuable items at low prices, growing ever more reckless.

Finally, the auction entered its last month, ushering in the true finale.

Every item up for bid was enough to drive Black Hole-level experts into a frenzy.

That day, when Phantom Fox stepped onto the stage again, her expression was solemn to the extreme, and the atmosphere of the entire auction hall froze.

"Distinguished guests, after nearly three months of bidding, our grand event is about to reach its ultimate climax!"

Phantom Fox's voice rang clear and forceful, "And next to appear will be one of the final treasures of this auction! It is a set of composite secret treasures, forged with painstaking effort by a mysterious master artifact refiner, using the remains and secret treasure fragments of dozens of Black Hole-level experts as materials! Behold!"

As her words fell, a display case made of transparent crystal slowly rose from the center of the auction stage.

Inside the case, eighteen flying knives of various shapes and dazzling colors floated silently, forming a perfect ring.

Some knives were crimson like fire, some azure like ice, some heavy as mountains, some swift as wind... Each emitted a powerful and pure energy fluctuation, and when combined, their aura was so strong that it caused a slight distortion in space.

Phantom Fox's eyes also sparkled with a stunning light. She took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "This set of secret treasures is named 'Meteor'! Eighteen in total, each comparable to a top-tier Galaxy-level secret treasure. Combined, their power stacks, making this a genuine mid-grade Black Hole-level secret treasure! Most rare of all, through the masterful crafting of the artifact master Gu Hong, its interior has been constructed with—eighty-two prohibitions!"

"Eighty-two prohibitions!"

At these words, from all the Tianzi private boxes came sounds of breathing, some light, some heavy.

For Black Hole-level experts, while the grade of a secret treasure was important, the number of prohibitions within was the core standard for measuring its quality and potential.

The more prohibitions, the more precise the structure of the secret treasure, the stronger the power it could bear, the higher the compatibility with the user, and the more terrifying the might it could unleash.

Ordinary mid-grade Black Hole secret treasures usually had between sixty and seventy prohibitions.

Those reaching over eighty were already top-tier among mid-grade secret treasures, their value even rivaling some ordinary high-grade Black Hole secret treasures!

"I'm sure you all understand what eighty-two prohibitions mean!"

Phantom Fox's voice resounded throughout the hall, "Such a divine object needs no further words from me! The flying knives 'Meteor,' sold as a set, starting bid—one billion Red Feather coins!"

"..."

Inside the Tianzi No. 33 private box, Qin Feng looked at that set of familiar yet unfamiliar flying knives, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

He had taken an interest, not out of any nostalgia for his former "scrap," but rather to see how much this set of "Meteor," forged from materials he had provided, would ultimately add to his coffers.

After all, the higher the selling price, the more resources he could buy.

A death-level Cosmic Will mission had too high a standard; the slightest difference could alter the outcome, and Qin Feng did not want that to happen.

(Chapter End)