Early in the morning, the morning glow gushed out. West Dam City was bathed in a golden radiance. The black walls were inlaid with golden edges, adding a sense of holiness.
Ye Fan came to a small restaurant and ordered a bowl of tofu pudding and a basket of small buns. He sat down and ate while looking at the passersby on the ancient street.
The sun had just risen, and the morning glow was very gentle, sprinkling warmth on one's body. There was no clamor, no murderous cries, no dazzling magical treasures, and no fresh blood. There was only tranquility and simplicity.
These past few years, Ye Fan's pace of life had been very tight. He had gone through fire and water and was used to seeing sharp blades beheading people and blood dyeing the sky. He wandered between life and death, and now he felt very peaceful.
For a mortal, this was just a very ordinary morning. Perhaps some would complain that the morning glow was a bit dazzling, but for Ye Fan, it was a kind of enjoyment.
The brilliant morning glow, the warm rising sun, the clean porcelain bowl, the lustrous tofu pudding, and the passersby all made him feel simple and natural.
"Cultivators are a group of non-humans. It is difficult for them to feel the beauty of the mortal world. It is too boring." Ye Fan sighed.
At this time, many cultivators should be deep in the mountains and in front of ancient caves, far away from the mortal world. There were even more people in seclusion, not seeing the sun and moon all year round.
Mortals envied flying in the sky and burrowing into the earth, but they did not know that it required many years of accumulation. One could endure the torment in boredom and silently cultivate alone, but there was no guarantee of success.
Ye Fan was going to cultivate in seclusion in the near future. He planned to use the bottle of dragon marrow to break through to the fourth transformation of Dragon Transformation. These days, he had relaxed his mind and felt the mortal world. When the time came, he would break through the tribulation in one go.
The street suddenly trembled and the limestone slabs on the ground trembled. More than ten strange beasts rushed in from the direction of the city gate. Each of them was incomparably handsome. Some were like qilins flickering with purple light, while others were like dragon steeds burning with raging flames.
As they rushed past, the entire ancient street shook and rumbled. Then, they entered the largest inn in the city.
Not long after, some people arrived on clouds and descended from the sky. Moreover, it was not just one or two batches. From time to time, people would rush over and enter West Dam City.
This was one of the ten great ancient cities of the Central Continent. There were many powerful cultivators who lived in seclusion here, and there were even more cultivators who frequented this place. The common people were already used to this, so they didn't panic.
"The bi-monthly super auction is about to begin. This time, it will be held in the Nine Li Divine Dynasty's Treasure Tower. Many people have rushed here overnight."
"I wonder what kind of divine object will be born. Most likely, there will be many Imperial Lord level characters."
At a table not far away, someone was discussing softly. West Dam City held a large scale event every two months. The various large auction houses took turns holding it, and it often attracted Holy Lord level characters.
The tranquility of the early morning was broken. People continuously flew over from the horizon and landed in the city. Some of the people in the city speculated that there would most likely be an unusual magical treasure this time. Otherwise, how could so many people be attracted?
The sounds of hooves were loud, and the sounds of wind and thunder could be heard. Another six or seven riders galloped over from the city gate like streaks of flowing light, their speed extremely fast. These mounts were all mutants. Some had wings on their ribs, and their bodies were glowing. Some had thick scales and large hooves.
All of the strange beasts trod in the air. They were half a foot above the ground, and their feet did not touch the ground. However, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard, and it was even louder than when they were trampling on the limestone ground.
At the very front was a Golden Divine Hou and a Purple Qilin Beast. The Golden Divine Flame and the Purple Heavenly Flame burned fiercely, causing the two people on the mounts to exude divine might.
"These are the elites of the Extraordinary Warrior Manor. They have also come to join in the fun. They are all the most outstanding inheritors of the five great regions. In the future, there will be no lack of their figures here."
The Extraordinary Warrior Manor opened once every ten thousand years, and now, it was destined to make this city even more prosperous. These people definitely did not lack resources, and most of them were future sect masters.
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed. He saw an old friend. The Golden Divine Hou's rider wore golden battle clothes. He was majestic and strong, and his eyes were like a tiger's. His black hair was scattered behind him.
Jin Chixiao, the inheritor of the Golden Family of the north region. The blood of an archaic king flowed within his body.
Ye Fan did not expect to see this person here. Last time in the Eastern Wasteland, the Fire Demon Ridge, when 13 saints surrounded and attacked him, this person was among them.
"I triggered the heavenly tribulation to kill a group of people. At that time, Saint Yan escaped, but I killed him afterward. I didn't expect him to also be a fish that escaped the net."
Participating in the plot to kill him, Ye Fan naturally did not have any good feelings for this person. If he was not in West Dam City, he would definitely attack him.
The six or seven strange beasts stopped, and everyone got off their mounts. They went straight to the front of the small restaurant. Clearly, they were going to eat breakfast here.
"Ding!"
A piece of silver fell on Ye Fan's table and made a soft sound. It spun a few times before stopping.
"Go, bring our mounts to the inn in front."
The person who spoke walked in side by side with Jin Chixiao. He was wearing a purple robe and only glanced coldly at Ye Fan. He did not look at him for long and found a seat to sit down.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?" Seeing that Ye Fan did not move, the person beside him revealed a strange expression. He was just a mortal, but he was actually unmoved by a piece of silver.
"You think it's too little? I'm only letting you walk a few steps." Jin Chixiao glanced over and threw a golden leaf at Ye Fan's face.
"Ding!"
Ye Fan caught the golden leaf with two fingers and casually threw it on the table. Two beams of light shot out from his eyes as he looked at the few people and said slowly, "You want to order me around and throw a golden leaf at my face?"
These people were surprised and immediately understood that this was not a mortal. Otherwise, he would not dare to speak to them like this.
"You don't even want the golden leaf. We'll find someone else to lead the horses," one of them taunted. The others did not say anything else, afraid of causing trouble.
Ye Fan flicked out a few golden leaves which landed in front of Jin Chixiao and the person who spoke. "This is for you. Be quiet and don't be noisy."
"You..." The few people were furious and stood up.
Jin Chixiao's expression changed and he said, "Forget it. Let's eat first and rest later. We still have to go to the Jiuli God Dynasty's palace."
"My apologies, friend. Since you are not willing, we disturbed you just now." The man in purple also spoke. Clearly, he did not want to cause trouble.
"Since you have said so, forget it." Ye Fan stood up and left.
"You..." One of them was very unwilling, but he did not act up.
Jiuli was one of the four great Immortal Dynasties of the Central Plains. It had an ancient heritage and its influence was as vast as the sea. In each ancient city, there were weapon halls and auction houses.
At this moment, in front of this palace, there was a sea of people rubbing shoulders. Many people had come to participate in this super auction.
The Jiuli Heavenly Palace was very grand and occupied a large area. It was like a city within a city.
After walking in, there was a door of light. Every time someone entered, it would flash, displaying a person's strength. There would be people receiving them according to the light.
Ye Fan tried to hide, but the light still flashed a few times. A young girl came out and led him to a pavilion in the air. Upon closer inspection, one could see that this place was filled with cultivators of the Dragon Transformation Realm.
In the end, he asked for a private room. He sat in the floating pavilion and looked down at the auction hall. He could see everything clearly.
"I hope there is a peerless dragon marrow. If that's the case, I can immediately break through." Ye Fan sat in the pavilion and paid attention to everything in the auction hall. The transaction had already begun.
"A six-thousand-year-old spirit medicine, starting price of 10,000 kilograms of Source."
"11,000 kilograms of Source."
"12,000 kilograms of Source."
…
In the end, the spirit medicine was sold for 20,000 kilograms of Source. This was the first transaction in the Jiuli Heavenly Palace.
The auction hall was tepid, but everything was proceeding in an orderly manner. There were no special treasures that had appeared yet.
"A Fleeting Fire Sword, starting price of 50,000 kilograms of Source."
Finally, there was a commotion in the hall below. Many people were attracted and immediately started to bid.
This sword was crimson like blood and surged with mist. Fleeting fire burst out and the heat was difficult to resist. This was an ancient sword interwoven with natural laws. It was a Divine Lord level weapon.
"150,000 kilograms of Source!"
"180,000 kilograms of Source!"
"200,000 kilograms of Source!"
…
In the end, the Fleeting Fire Sword was sold for a frighteningly high price and fell into the hands of a young man. Many people were shocked. It was a disciple of the Unique Warrior Manor.
Then, the atmosphere in the auction hall became more and more heated. Treasures appeared one after another, causing waves of exclamations. The final price became more and more shocking.
When a jade-white, flawless piece of iron was placed on a jade plate and sent into the hall, the auction reached its climax.
"A piece of mutton-fat divine iron, starting price of 500,000 kilograms of Source."
Boom! The hall was in an uproar. Many people stood up and looked forward.
That was a piece of divine iron the size of a human head. It was pure white like snow and without a single flaw. It didn't have any special characteristics of metal and was like a piece of mutton-fat jade.
However, everyone knew that this was a rare treasure. Even if a Divine Lord refined a weapon for himself, a little bit of it would be enough. It was extremely rare.
It was said that this kind of precious material could be used to refine a King Weapon. It was needed by all kinds of King Bodies and was extremely rare.
"600,000 kilograms of Source!"
"700,000 kilograms of Source!"
"800,000 kilograms of Source!"
Many people were very excited. They raised the price by 100,000 kilograms of Source in one go, all wanting to get their hands on it.
Ye Fan was speechless. There were so many people who had Source. Although he was the successor of the Yuan Taoist Master, he had never thrown out a few hundred thousand kilograms of Source like this.
"1.5 million kilograms of Source." Suddenly, a young man calmly said.
All the voices in the hall disappeared. This person suddenly raised the price from 500,000 kilograms of Source to 1.5 million kilograms of Source, showing his determination to win.
"Who is he? Although this kind of thing is rare, the risk of refining it is very high and it can be easily destroyed. It's not worth a single cent, yet he really dares to bid for it. "
"Xu Zixuan, the Yuhua King of the young generation of the Central State. This kind of physique hasn't appeared in 15,000 years."
"If it weren't for the fact that the Central Emperor is too shocking, as one of the experts of the young generation of the Central State, his great name would have already spread all over the world."
In the end, the Yuhua King won the head-sized mutton-fat divine iron for 1.5 million kilograms of pure Source. An old man beside him paid for him.
Obviously, he had a powerful background and the support of an ancient clan. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to take out so much Source on his own.
"The next auction item is a King Weapon!"
"Hua!"
This time, there was an uproar. Everyone stood up. In the end, this kind of thing was auctioned. It was beyond everyone's expectations.
With a King Weapon in hand, one could move unhindered in the world and fight against a group of experts of the same level alone. Its power was peerless!
Ye Fan was also stunned. He had once held one of the Nine Divine Armaments and had truly experienced that terrifying power. It was unstoppable and unstoppable.
And now, he had a black war chariot about an inch long. It was a King's War Chariot, and it was similarly terrifying. In his hands, he had only been able to suppress it with one of the Nine Divine Armaments.
This was a small bell, only the size of an infant's fist. The body of the bell was green and made of divine jade, like green agate.
A King Weapon seemed to be translucent and gentle, but it possessed an incomparably terrifying might that affected the minds of everyone present.
"I have to obtain this weapon!" Jin Chixiao said, his eyes flashing with golden light.
Even in the Central Plains, it was almost impossible to see a King Weapon being auctioned in a supreme auction like this, as they were simply too rare. Anyone who obtained one would nourish it and fuse it with their flesh and blood, not sell it.
"Truly a treasure. It's probably going to be at the heaven-step. I still want to buy Dragon Marrow, but I probably won't be able to buy this treasure," Ye Fan softly sighed.
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