Led by the young girl, Lin Yuan finally achieved his wish and stepped into the true heart of the Tiandou Auction House.
The girl guided everyone to the entrance of the auction hall and then turned to leave. Another staff member was present inside.
The auction hall resembled a large auditorium, with a layout similar to the main soul combat center of the Great Spirit Arena. At the center was a circular stage, surrounded by radially arranged seats.
The seating was divided into five sections. The three rows closest to the podium were red, arranged radially outward, followed by black, purple, yellow, and white seats. The arrangement clearly corresponded to different levels of bidders.
The receptionist had previously informed them that access to the innermost red seats required a special passage and dedicated security. This was the so-called millionaire VIP area, reserved for those of the highest status.
The black seats outside were for ordinary millionaire VIPs—any wealthy person could enter.
Further out were purple seats for Level 50 VIPs, yellow seats for standard VIPs, and the outermost white seats, the largest area, were for ordinary VIPs like Lin Yuan.
The staff led the group to the white section, allowing them to choose freely.
Lin Yuan observed the expressionless waitstaff, feeling no emotional ripple.
These female attendants were essentially part of the auction house itself, their very lives tied to it. They had been purchased as children and trained from a young age. They were not only servers but also integral to the auction house.
If one wished to buy them to free them, it would only be another tragedy.
These women possessed no other survival skills beyond serving men. Even if purchased, their beauty would eventually make them fall back into men's hands. Their fate would only become more miserable.
They had no souls, no personal world. Moreover, each was priced at 100,000 Gold Soul Coins—ten times the cost of the highest-class courtesan—so few could afford them.
At this time, the number of bidders inside the auction hall was sparse, with only about a fifth of the seats occupied.
On the auction stage, a soul-guiding device resembling a belt was being auctioned. Its price had already risen significantly, and it was successfully sold at a set Gold Soul Coin price.
Nothing in the evening auction captured Lin Yuan's interest. In the end, he spent a few Gold Soul Coins to purchase several storage soul guides.
After a long wait, it was finally time for the Spirit Pill auction.
The host on stage held a megaphone and smiled at the bidders: "Next, we will auction a rare treasure. The auction official introduces this item as a pill. We will auction in batches. This pill is called a Soul-Consolidating Pill, capable of restoring a soul master's Soul Power. Each pill's starting price is one Gold Soul Coin, and each bid must be at least one Gold Soul Coin."
"Spirit pills? What are they?"
"I don't know if they truly restore Soul Power, nor if they are effective."
The VIP seating area erupted in chatter. The host was momentarily at a loss. A VIP in yellow pressed the bidding button with a Gold Soul Coin, but initially, there was no response.
"Very well, this yellow VIP bids one Gold Soul Coin. Any higher bids? One Gold Soul Coin! Two Gold Soul Coins! Three Gold Soul Coins! Sold! Congratulations to the yellow VIP."
As the gavel fell, the yellow-clad VIP approached the stage and took the pill.
Suddenly, his previously weak Soul Power began to surge, slowly recovering.
Everyone in the VIP section witnessed this.
"Damn, it really works!"
"This could greatly reduce the risk in future battles!"
Downstairs, a commotion arose.
"Guests, please be patient. The Soul Refining Pill auction will begin shortly."
When the yellow-uniformed VIP left the stage, his attendant brought out eight more Soul Refining Pills.
"These are eight Soul Refining Pills. Each has a starting price of 1,000 Gold Soul Coins, with minimum increments of 1 Gold Soul Coin. We will auction all eight together. Let's begin!"
"20,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
"28,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
"40,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
"50,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
…
"100,000 Gold Soul Coins for the first, 100,000 for the second, 100,000 for the third—sold!"
Lin Yuan did not expect these eight pills to fetch 100,000 Gold Soul Coins each.
The VIP who acquired them immediately experienced a recovery of Soul Power. This confirmed Lin Yuan's suspicions.
Nearby, a well-dressed middle-aged man frowned, speaking to the person beside him: "Uncle Jian, if this pill is truly effective, it could threaten our Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Sect."
Next to him was an elderly man in snow-white robes, with white hair and a youthful face—Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.
"Yes, Fengzhi. If the pill's effect is truly this powerful, replacing the auxiliary system soul masters would be easy."
"Judging from the auction quantity, few have participated, but we must find out who brought this pill here."
"Fengzhi, do you plan to go out later?"
"Of course. If possible, we will try to befriend them. If not, we'll eliminate them. The pill itself isn't important; the extraction method is."
Elsewhere, the Snow Prince in the red VIP section felt uneasy. The pill was indeed valuable.
Others present also had mixed feelings.
By now, five bottles of pills, each containing ten pills, had been auctioned, with prices exceeding 50 Gold Soul Coins per bottle, surprising Lin Yuan.
Subsequently, a series of Spirit Concentrating Pill auctions followed.
Ning Fengzhi purchased a bottle to study after returning to his sect, as another pill was already up for auction.
"These pills were also handcrafted by Soul Refiners, called Zi Mang Pills. They heal soul masters' injuries. Starting prices are the same as the Soul Refining Pills. Begin!"
"I'll use this for healing! 20,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
"? Only buying? Gold Soul Coins!"
"Move! 100,000 Gold Soul Coins!"
The auction hall erupted in chaos.
Bids increased dramatically.
"20 Gold Soul Coins!"
Hearing the voice, everyone turned to see.
"I hope you'll give Ning some face. After Ning finishes this bottle, he should stop bidding."
"Since Ning Sect Leader said so, we'll naturally respect him. It's in your hands."
"Yes, yes."
"Congratulations to Ning Sect Leader for spending 20 Gold Soul Coins to purchase the Zi Mang Pill."
Lin Yuan glanced at Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin. Perhaps attracted by this look, they also looked toward him.
Chen Xin whispered something into Ning Fengzhi's ear. Ning's eyes flashed with surprise but quickly returned to normal, smiling at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan awkwardly smiled back and nodded, then turned to continue watching the auction.
"Uncle Jian, is what you said true?"
"Yes! I can't see through that young man, but that woman's Soul Power is comparable to mine. The monk and the little dark-skinned boy should both be at Level 93 or 94, and the one in green is probably Dugu Bo, at Level 89!"
(Sword Douluo is set at Level 95.)
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly. "I don't know what I'm thinking."
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