The city market buzzed with energy. Soyang stood silently on the street, watching the crowd swarm like ants—buyers haggling, sellers shouting, children running wild. He scanned the area, waiting for the right moment to head to the Auction House.
Just as he reached its grand entrance, a commotion erupted nearby.
A young girl, dressed in elegant robes, was whipping an old man with a hunter's whip. Her eyes were full of arrogance as she shouted, "How dare you! You filthy thing, you touched my clothes!"
The old man, kneeling and trembling, begged, "I—I'm sorry, young miss! I only brushed past you!"
But she didn't care. She struck him again, fury undeterred.
A small boy pushed through the crowd, hugging the old man. "Miss, please forgive my grandfather. He didn't mean to offend. We're just poor."
Someone in the crowd whispered, "She's from the Oyan family. One of the Three Great Clans. No one dares oppose her."
The girl raised her whip again—this time toward the boy.
[ Author: as we soyang not like the other novel main character , he work in shadow]
Without a word, he released a surge of energy in crowd , system also system hide his present . He made a energy hand and grap the girl and pill into the air
"I'll spare you the pain of humility," Soyang said coldly. "Leave."
The old man and his grandson bowed deeply and scurried away, vanishing into the crowd
Then soyang leave the girl and slap the him
"Who—who dare touch me! Do you know who I am? I'm the young miss of the Oyan family!" she screamed.
guardian step forward to protect the young miss of oyan family, oye said captured the man
Soyang waking into the crowd don't look back. He calmly walked through the auction house gates, leaving the girl screaming behind.
Inside, a polite young woman greeted him. "Welcome, young master. May I see your pass?"
Soyang handed her a sleek black card. Her eyes widened.
"You're... Soyang? Our House Lord has instructed us to treat you with the utmost respect. Please, follow me."
She led him to a private VIP room overlooking the auction stage. One-way spirit mirrors allowed perfect visibility, but no one could see in. A special formation.
Soyang took his seat and surveyed the hall. "System, do you sense any special individuals in the other rooms?"
After a pause, the system replied, "Room 3: Young miss of the Oyan family. Room 9: An old woman with dense spiritual energy. Both are noteworthy."
Soon, the auction house owner took the stage. "Esteemed guests, welcome! Today's auction features rare and precious items. Without further delay, let's begin!"
A graceful woman stepped up as the auctioneer. "Our first item is a fifth-grade healing pill, rarely found in the market. Highly potent."
Soyang it is my pill
Gasps filled the crowd. In a city like this, such pills were treasures.
Wang li Said to my heel my injury , this pill can do it
"Starting bid: 100,000 spiritual stones."
"110,000!"
"150,000!"
The bids soared until a young master on the balcony shouted, "300,000!"
Another, not to be outdone, yelled, "350,000!"
"400,000!"
"500,000!"
"Sold—for 500,000 spiritual stones to Young Master Wang Li!" the auctioneer declared.
Soyang smirked , on the fighting of both I gain profit
Next came a truly rare item: a half-seventh-grade Cultivation Enhancement Pill. The crowd erupted.
"Starting bid: 1 million stones!"
"1.5 million!"
"2 million!"
"5 million!"
Bids flew like arrows in battle. Eventually, the pill was sold for 10.5 million to a cloaked figure known only as "Zhang."
After a few more rounds, the auctioneer smiled. "Now, our most mysterious item."
A small silver scroll was brought forward. It shimmered with unknown energy.
"We don't know about this item," she said. "It cannot be burned, torn, or cut. Its origin is unknown."
Soyang's eyes narrowed. "System, what is it?"
"Unknown," the system replied. "But I recommend you buy it. Burn it using your Eternal Heart Flame."
"Starting bid: 20,000 spiritual stones."
Silence.
No one dared waste money on something useless.
Just then, Soyang's voice echoed from Room 7. "22,000."
Laughter broke out in the hall. "Some idiot bought the paper!"
The auctioneer slammed her gavel. "Sold! To Room 7!"
Soyang leaned back, eyes gleaming.
Certainly! Here's a rewritten, polished version of the intense bidding scene where Soyang wins the Incomplete Phoenix Wings after a dramatic auction:
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[Option: Continent – Auction Hall]
The hall dimmed slightly as the next item was revealed.
Suspended above the jade pedestal was a pair of fiery, incomplete wings. Crimson feathers shimmered with traces of divine light, and each gentle flutter distorted the air around them.
A low murmur rippled through the crowd.
The auctioneer cleared his throat, struggling to maintain composure.
"Next item—Unknown Flaming Wings. Capable of granting flight upon successful fusion. True origin unknown, but suspected to be tied to a divine beast. Starting bid: 1 lakh spirit coins."
Soyang's system activated with a cold chime.
[System: Item identified – Incomplete Phoenix Wings. Status: Usable. Condition: 62%. Compatibility: 81%. Extremely rare treasure. Highly recommended.]
Soyang's smirk deepened. "A broken toy with wings? Sounds perfect for me."
He casually raised his number plate.
"One lakh."
A beat passed, then a flurry of hands shot up.
"One lakh ten!"
"One lakh fifty!"
"Two lakh!"
The tension built quickly.
Soyang leaned back in his seat, eyes half-lidded. "Looks like I'm not the only one with bird envy."
Suddenly, a cold voice echoed from a private booth above.
"Three lakh."
All eyes turned to a cloaked figure behind a silver mask in Pavilion Box Seven.
The room fell into murmurs again. A VIP. Not someone to take lightly.
Soyang narrowed his eyes.
"Three lakh fifty."
The masked bidder didn't even pause.
"Four lakh. With a Fire Essence Crystal thrown in."
The crowd gasped.
"Throwing in items now?" Soyang chuckled, tapping the armrest. "Fine."
He stood up slowly, drawing all attention to himself, and retrieved a small glowing vial from his sleeve.
"Five lakh," he said, holding up the vial, "and a one drop of True Yang Blood."
The entire room went dead silent.
Even the auctioneer looked like he might faint. That drop alone could elevate a fire cultivator's foundation by an entire realm.
Up in the VIP box, the masked man's composure cracked.
"Six lakh," he said tightly.
"Seven," Soyang replied, without hesitation.
"Eight!"
"Nine," Soyang said coldly, his voice like steel. "And if anyone bids again, I'll feed these wings to my furnace instead."
The crowd collectively held their breath.
Up in the VIP box, the masked bidder finally sat back, fists clenched.
"Nine lakh going once… twice… sold!"
The unknown wings sold to box no 7.
Soyang smile hahahahaa
Option continent in next chapter