Yes, it was worth it.
The energy in Tang Ling's dantian had already thickened up, and now one-third of it was in a liquefied state.
As a matter of fact, energy was a very abstract thing, but that was only for living beings.
For living beings, energy could come from steam, oil, batteries, and so on.
It was only after the Purple Moon era and the emergence of supermen that energy started to materialize.
As for the specific reason, the scientists had yet to figure it out. Take the concept of the dantian as an example. According to the biology of the old civilization, wasn't the dantian just below the belly button? Inside the dantian were all kinds of organs. Where was the dantian?
However, ancient Huaxia had always had this concept. How did it come about? Tang Ling took a deep breath. He felt like the dantian was the source of energy. Was this proof?!
However, in the Purple Moon era, people sensed their own bodies. They no longer saw their own organs and bones. Instead, they sensed something more abstract, like the dantian, meridians, and acupoints.
So, where did ancient Huaxia get all this knowledge from?
Walking out of the cabin area, Tang Ling stretched his body under the hot sun. He was impressed that he could think of so many abstract questions from energy.
However, it was impossible for him to come up with an answer. Tang Ling was more concerned about the auction later.
It seemed like he was being too generous with his money. He had spent half of his 13,000 Black Sea coins in the blink of an eye. Would he get anything else from the auction?
Even if he did not get anything, it would be fine. He had already gotten two Purple Moon Combat Arts manuals.
Tang Ling was rather optimistic because he had no choice but to be optimistic. He had already spent all his money, so what else could he do?
What troubled him was that he had suddenly become rich after being poor all his life. Why did he spend his money like a noble? What if he could not adapt to his lifestyle in the future?
Actually, Tang Ling was overthinking. The way he spent his money was nothing like a noble. In fact, he had the temperament of a nouveau riche.
**
The big black market auction that was held once every three months was not held in the underground black market.
The auction was not held in the underground black market's territory like Tang Ling expected. Instead, they rented the best spot in the commercial district of Darkness Port, the most westernized Captain's House, and booked the entire first, second, and third floor of the building.
The place strictly enforced the invitation card system. Without an invitation card, no matter how rich or powerful one was, one could not get in.
However, Tang Ling did not think it was that exaggerated. If one was really rich and powerful, could one not even get an invitation card? Was this the so-called sense of ritual?
In short, after Tang Ling changed into his auction attire, he walked in with his head held high since he had an invitation card.
The entire auction hall was very grand.
Tang Ling did not even bother to describe the splendor and splendor of the place. In short, following the captain's cabin's style was the unspoken rule of the important places in Darkness Port. Tang Ling lacked the ability to appreciate this style.
However, his sight was filled with people wearing captain masks and black capes with all kinds of black market advertisements on the backs of their capes. Tang Ling was a little embarrassed.
Their statuses should not be low, right? Why was his back full of 'Floating Ice Black Market, the world is different because of it', 'Super Black Market, technology is people-oriented', 'Open Madam's Black Market, good luck will come naturally'?
Are you shameless? It was rare for Tang Ling to pay attention to his image because the slogan on his back was' Dark Gold Black Market, top-notch service, more lubrication, less friction. '
If I'm not mistaken, this dark gold black market should be a black market that provides all kinds of information services, right? For example, buying information or issuing missions.
The slogan was rather appropriate, but why did it feel weird?
Tang Ling scratched his head. He looked up and saw a service counter at the entrance with a sign that read, 'Remove the slogan and purchase a voice changer to keep a low profile.'
There's such a service? Tang Ling squeezed into the crowd. He realized that the service cost 10 Black Sea coins and he had to return the voice changer when he left.
It seemed like he could not be stingy with the 10 Black Sea coins since he was already immersed in the image of a noble.
Compared to the chaos on the first floor, the second floor was a lot quieter.
In order to get to the second floor, a VIP invitation card was required and the service was different depending on the quantity.
In the second floor, there was no need to wear a cape with advertising slogans on it and there was no need to spend money to remove the slogan.
If one wanted to hide one's identity, a top-notch velvet cape was provided.
On top of that, there was no need to sit with everyone on the first floor. It was like watching a movie in the old civilization.
The second floor was filled with large booths and each of them had a comfortable sofa, coffee table, and a color-changing glass that could be put down.
Through the glass, one could see outside but not inside.
On top of that, the voice that came from the second floor would change automatically, so there was no need for a voice changer that required a deposit.
If one wanted to, one could order all sorts of food and drinks with a little money. It was very comfortable.
Tang Long sat on the second floor calmly. He saw a strange guy with the slogan 'More lubrication, less friction' printed on his back. He thought it was a little funny.
Fortunately, the guy had the sense of shame and removed the slogan. Other than being shameful, the slogan might also serve as a way to identify one's identity.
Tang Long smiled faintly and moved his gaze away.
As a matter of fact, he was not very interested in the black market auction of Darkness Port. Due to his identity, he had been to the top auction a few times and had seen a lot of good stuff. What was there to look forward to in a black market auction that only happened once every three months?
If it were not for the rumor that there was a translated version of Luca's Purple Moon Combat Technique, Tang Long would not even be here.
After all, as one of Luca's supporters, even though Tang Long knew most of Luca's combat techniques were trash, he was still willing to collect them as a form of respect.
Tang Long no longer cared about the practical value of the combat techniques.
That was because one of his trump cards, a trump card that no one knew about, was that other than his foster father, no one knew exactly how many battle skills he possessed and how powerful they were.
Tang Ling had no chance of winning against Tang Ling in the Life Or Death Ring.
"Young Master Long, why don't you go to the third floor?" Draconic Twelve appeared at the spacious booth. His tone was as gentle as usual with a sense of sincerity that made people feel comfortable. He seemed to be surprised that Tang Long would choose the second floor.
Given Tang Long's identity, he could have chosen the third floor because that was where the VIPs were.
Everyone had their own room and all the food and drinks were provided for free. There was also a screen that could display every detail of the auction item.
"It's not necessary," Tang Long answered calmly before he took a sip of the red wine on the table.
When did it start to change? Tang Long used to only drink plain water, but now, he needed alcohol every day.
Draconic Twelve never asked questions, and if Tang Long said it was not necessary, then it was not necessary.
However, when Draconic Twelve saw how Tang Long drank, an indecipherable gaze flashed over his eyes under the mantle.
It had to be said that this black market auction, which was a little funny, was organized quite well.
Whether it was the messy hall on the first floor or the VIP booths and lounges on the second and third floors, everything was taken care of 10 minutes before the auction started.
Everyone in the hall on the first floor sat down, and it was no longer messy.
Even the VIPs on the second and third floors were not neglected.
After everything was ready, the red curtain in the middle of the hall was pulled open.
All the lights on the first, second, and third floors were switched off, leaving only a bright beam of light in the middle of the huge stage behind the curtain.
There was nothing else on the stage other than the auction stage in the middle of the light. There was a row of microphones on the stage and an auction hammer that symbolized the sanctity of the auction.
"The atmosphere is quite lively." It was Tang Ling's first time attending an auction, so he was curious about everything, but he was also cautious.
He suspected that the man who kept picking his nose three rows in front of him was Boss Huang.
After all, the captain's mask was designed to expose the mouth and a little of the nose.
The crowd waited patiently while Tang Ling observed the man who kept picking his nose.
It was not until an exciting melody came from the stage and a man descended from the sky that Tang Ling came back to his senses. He cursed in his heart, 'Why did you scare me like that? Why didn't you warn me?'
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the black market auction of Darkness Port. I'm Promise, who has always been concise, "said the man behind the auction stage.
He was a normal looking man with a normal body, but his voice was loud and infectious. Did he just say that he was concise? Did he not need to promote himself?
Tang Ling was curious, but the auctioneer on the stage was straightforward. "Now, let's move on to the first segment of the auction, the Heartbeat Cliff.
"The first item is the usual — Intricate Dori Box. Five to a set, and the starting bid for each set is 20 Black Sea coins. Every increment is 5 Black Sea coins. "
After that, the auctioneer stopped talking.
On the pitch-black stage behind him, a few strong men appeared. Very quickly, they moved ten groups of five so-called Intricate Dori Boxes onto the stage.
No one was surprised as they seemed to be familiar with the process.
Only Tang Ling was still wondering why the first segment was called the Heartbeat Cliff. Why did the Dori Boxes that were only sold for 1 Black Sea coin double the price here?
While Tang Ling was pondering, the first set of Dori Boxes was placed on the stage.
The crowd might not be that passionate, but they started to bid for them.
Soon enough, the Dori Box that was priced at 20 Black Sea coins per set was raised to 50 Black Sea coins.
In the end, it was bought by a fat man in a black cloak at the price of 65 Black Sea coins.
The fat man's back reminded Tang Ling of the fat man in the Dream Domain, but it was just a fleeting thought. He would see the fat man in the next dream anyway.
"Congratulations to the gentleman on the first floor. According to the rules, we will open the box on the spot. We wish you good luck, "the auctioneer said after the hammer landed.
He was ready to open the Dori Box himself.
Tang Ling's interest was piqued, but he somehow realized that the people around him were not interested.
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