In the original story, when Rayleigh sold himself, he merely claimed to be an old man skilled in coating technology.
But earlier, when Lin Xuan had sent the auction house manager—who was under Uchiha Madara's Genjutsus—to inform the Celestial Dragon, he had deliberately exposed Rayleigh's true identity.
Naturally, he had done that to cause a bigger commotion and earn more Prestige Points .
What he hadn't expected, however, was that Rayleigh would refuse to play along—and run away early!
Clearly, Lin Xuan had overestimated the old man's courage.
Just as he was grumbling about his ruined plan and the lost opportunity to rake in Prestige Points , a crisp system notification suddenly rang in his mind:
Ding! Congratulations, Host — Prestige Points +9999!
Lin Xuan's eyes widened in surprise. "Almost ten thousand points?! Where did that come from?"
System: "Although the Host failed to auction Rayleigh, revealing his true identity caused shock, outrage, and confusion among many people. The resulting uproar has still generated a significant amount of Prestige Points."
Lin Xuan chuckled. "So that's it! The Dark King Rayleigh being captured, then escaping in front of everyone—yeah, that would stir things up quite a bit."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward the VIP section of the auction hall—
where three Celestial Dragons were seated.
The Saint Rosward family— Saint Rosward and his two children, Saint Charlos and Saint Shalria—were fuming with rage.
They had waited impatiently for their "most interesting prize" to appear, only to be told that their new toy, Rayleigh, had escaped!
"BASTARDS!"
"What kind of fools are you?!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Saint Charlos, enraged beyond reason, pulled out his pistol and fired several rounds straight into the auction manager who had delivered the bad news.
The poor man collapsed into a pool of blood as the hall fell silent.
No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.
Even the other auction supervisors didn't so much as glance at their dying colleague.
One of them stepped forward with a forced smile, bowing deeply.
"P-please calm yourselves, noble masters! We have already dispatched men to recapture him! But in the meantime—why don't we proceed with our final, most interesting auction item?"
He had already given secret orders to bring Uchiha Madara out next.
Moments later, before the Celestial Dragon could respond, Madara appeared on stage—
and instantly, every gaze in the room was drawn to him.
Even in a world as bizarre as this, Uchiha Madara's appearance was nothing short of stunning.
That ancient armor, that cold, domineering aura, that handsome face and those crimson Sharingan eyes—it was impossible not to look.
The entire hall collectively forgot about Rayleigh's escape.
Lady Shalulia's eyes sparkled as she leaned forward, voice trembling with excitement.
"Wow! He's so handsome! And his eyes—like glowing rubies! I want him!"
Around her, countless nobles murmured with the same mix of fascination and greed.
Madara, however, stood motionless on stage, his expression as cold and unyielding as ever.
He was still under Lin Xuan's control—his body moved, but his will was bound.
Just then, Lin Xuan suddenly heard a familiar tone in his mind:
"System Notification: Uchiha Madara requests a mental communication channel. Accept?"
Lin Xuan raised a brow. "Mental communication? That's a thing?"
System: "Indeed. It is a special function allowing direct telepathic dialogue between the Host and any reincarnated summon."
Without hesitation, Lin Xuan accepted.
Instantly, a deep, furious voice thundered in his mind:
"You! What are you trying to do? Release me at once!"
Lin Xuan curled his lips in amusement.
"Didn't you notice? I just want to use you to stir up a bit of chaos in this world. After a day, I'll end the Impure World Reincarnation and let your soul return peacefully to the Pure Land. Of course—if you're willing to cooperate, I could release you even earlier."
Madara fell silent.
In truth, ever since Lin Xuan had resurrected him, he had been aware of everything happening outside.
And the more he saw, the more certain he became—
This world was not the Shinobi World.
The technologies, the people, the strange creatures—it was all far beyond anything he'd ever seen.
That realization had shaken him to his core.
The once-invincible Uchiha Madara now found himself standing in a world with completely different rules… and, admittedly, he was curious.
Even so, being controlled like a puppet was infuriating.
And now, Lin Xuan was actually trying to auction him off! The humiliation burned through him.
That was why he had demanded this telepathic link—to confront Lin Xuan directly.
Yet, the fact that Lin Xuan could communicate mentally through Impure World Reincarnation shocked him even more.
Who exactly is this man? Madara wondered.
He looks like an ordinary human… but even I, Uchiha Madara, can't resist his control. Could it be that he's something far greater than I imagined?
The thought sent a ripple of unease through his battle-hardened heart.
After a long moment of contemplation, Madara finally spoke again, his tone low but steady.
"Fine. I'll agree to your terms."
After all, if he didn't cooperate, Lin Xuan would still use his body however he pleased.
Better to go along for now—at least then, he wouldn't have to endure the humiliation of being completely dominated.
Besides, Lin Xuan had promised to send him back to the Shinobi World once everything was done.
Madara wasn't ready to leave this strange new realm yet—he wanted to see more.
Lin Xuan's smile widened.
"Now that's more like it."