Chapter 162: Overlord Blade
At this moment, the auction continued. The curtain behind the auction platform was lifted, and two figures walked out from behind it. One of them was the old man from before, while the other had his hands and feet bound by chains, and on his face was branded a large character: "Overlord."
This "Overlord" character, combined with his disheveled long hair, gave him an air of domineering coldness.
"A slave cultivator."
Lin Feng's gaze sharpened. This auction house was indeed selling slave cultivators as well.
Humans could be auctioned off like wild beasts.
At this moment, the crowd stared at the slave cultivator, murmuring in surprise. Those who frequented the fighting pits had a flicker of fervor in their eyes.
"Overlord Blade... it's Overlord Blade."
Finally, they were putting Overlord Blade up for auction. Many of them had been waiting a long time.
The old man swept his gaze across the crowd. Seeing the excitement in their eyes, a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Overlord Blade, Spirit Martial Realm, Sixth Layer. His record in the fighting pits: eighty-one victories."
The old man's indifferent words made the crowd's hearts tremble violently. Eighty-one victories—how terrifying. Fighting eighty-one battles without a single defeat, killing eighty-one cultivators of the same level. It was too horrifying.
Lin Feng's heart also trembled. Those simple words—"eighty-one victories"—meant that eighty-one Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Layer cultivators had died at Overlord Blade's hands. Eighty-one Sixth Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts—that was an absolutely terrifying number. The blood of eighty-one same-level experts had forged the Overlord Blade of today.
"I won't say much about his value. You only need to understand that Overlord Blade will step into the Mysterious Martial Realm sooner or later. When that happens, he can rival the Eight Young Masters. Imagine having a slave cultivator comparable to the Eight Young Masters." The old man smiled faintly, then added, "Overlord Blade, starting bid: two hundred mid-grade origin stones. The auction begins now."
As the old man's words fell, the crowd's eyes burned with intensity as they fixed their gazes on Overlord Blade. That's right—in the future, this would be a figure as brilliant as the Eight Young Masters. If he were their slave cultivator, how majestic would they be?
As if sensing the fervor in the crowd's eyes, Overlord Blade slowly raised his head. Instantly, a sharp blade intent burst forth—extremely sharp, domineering, stinging the eyes of the onlookers. That single gaze was like a blade's edge, capable of wounding.
When Overlord Blade's gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Lin Feng, Lin Feng's body trembled slightly. His own eyes shot back a sharp, peerless edge, as if trying to pierce through everything.
This was sword intent.
Overlord Blade's gaze stopped on Lin Feng. Their eyes met in the air, blade dao clashing with sword intent. An invisible sharpness filled the space.
But soon, Overlord Blade looked away, allowing Lin Feng to relax inwardly, though his heart still trembled.
"What a domineering blade intent. This slave cultivator has comprehended and mastered blade momentum, and deeply at that."
Lin Feng thought to himself. No wonder he had achieved eighty-one victories without a single defeat. His understanding of momentum far surpassed that of Mu Fan. Coupled with the momentum of the blade, he was almost invincible among those of the same level.
Unless someone, like Lin Feng, had not only comprehended momentum but also reached the level of subtlety, they could suppress the opponent's dominance.
The young man behind Lin Feng had burning eyes. A Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Layer slave cultivator who had killed eighty-one same-level experts—the allure was immense. If he could obtain him, he might one day have a Mysterious Martial Realm slave. How impressive would that be?
"Three hundred mid-grade origin stones." Someone made a bid, directly increasing the price by a hundred.
"Five hundred mid-grade origin stones." Another voice followed without hesitation. This price was still quite low.
A Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Layer slave cultivator might not be worth much, but a slave cultivator who had killed eighty-one same-level experts—his value was more than ten times that. And a future Mysterious Martial Realm slave was beyond valuation.
"One thousand mid-grade origin stones."
Another indifferent voice rang out, making Lin Feng's heart twitch. These people were truly wealthy. His storage ring only held over ten thousand mid-grade origin stones. Lin Feng had thought that was a lot, but now he realized he was pitifully poor.
This was just the opening bid. The value of this slave cultivator might be enough to bankrupt him.
"Five thousand mid-grade origin stones."
Just as Lin Feng's thought emerged, a voice sounded, making his gaze freeze.
Five thousand mid-grade origin stones—that was a terrifying number. He could cultivate freely in the training tower with that.
And this voice came from behind Lin Feng. The bidder was the young man surnamed Meng.
The crowd was also stunned by this bid. Many smiled bitterly. Five thousand mid-grade origin stones was beyond what they could afford, and it was already a high price.
Seeing the crowd fall silent, the old man smiled and said, "Young Master Meng has good taste, bidding five thousand mid-grade origin stones. This is a future Mysterious Martial Realm slave. Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"
The old man's voice carried a hint of temptation, but the crowd remained silent. A future Mysterious Martial Realm slave was still not one yet. Five thousand mid-grade origin stones was an astronomical price.
"Five thousand and one mid-grade origin stones."
At this moment, a calm voice rang out, making the crowd's hearts tremble. They looked toward the VIP area. The speaker was none other than Lin Feng, the one who had shattered the stone table with a punch earlier.
The young man's pupils contracted as he stared at Lin Feng's figure, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Five thousand one hundred mid-grade origin stones."
"Five thousand one hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice remained as calm as ever.
The crowd wore expressions of amusement. It seemed Lin Feng was doing this deliberately, only adding one mid-grade origin stone each time.
"Five thousand five hundred mid-grade origin stones." The young man's expression grew colder as he spoke slowly.
"Five thousand five hundred and one." Lin Feng's voice was light and breezy, his gaze still calm.
The young man's face twisted with rage. At that moment, the gray-robed man beside him called out to him.
"Young master, auction is just one method."
The young man paused, then revealed a cold, sinister smile. That's right—to obtain this slave cultivator, he didn't necessarily have to rely on the auction.
The crowd's hearts trembled. This was undoubtedly a threat to Lin Feng.
Sure enough, the young man stopped bidding. After a moment, the old man looked at Lin Feng and said, "Congratulations. You may now take Overlord Blade away."
"Leave him backstage for now. Auction my Crimson Flame Demon Lion first, and deduct the origin stones from that."
Lin Feng said indifferently. The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Agreed."
A Crimson Flame Demon Lion would definitely be worth more than Overlord Blade. After all, as long as it grew normally, becoming a Mysterious Beast was only a matter of time. Moreover, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion could become a powerful Mysterious Beast, or even a Heavenly Demon.
Indeed, when the old man led the Crimson Flame Demon Lion out from behind the curtain, the crowd's eyes grew even more fervent, even carrying a hint of madness.
Among the crowd in the auction hall, there was a man with disheveled golden hair, wild and unruly. Even his eyes carried a hint of gold, making him look extremely eerie.
Seeing the Crimson Flame Demon Lion, the golden-eyed young man's gaze flickered with golden light as he said indifferently, "The Crimson Flame Demon Lion belongs to me, Mad Lion. No one can take it."
The old man stood on the auction platform, quietly watching the crowd's excitement. When the atmosphere reached its peak, he raised his hand with a smile, signaling for everyone to quiet down, and then said, "I won't say much about the value of the Crimson Flame Demon Lion. I believe many of you have been waiting for it since it was still in the fighting pits. Now, the Crimson Flame Demon Lion has come to our auction house. Everyone has a chance to obtain it—a future Mysterious Beast, or even a Heavenly Demon."
The old man himself was very excited. He didn't understand how the Crimson Flame Demon Lion had ended up in Lin Feng's hands. Logically, the Bai family, or even those above them, wouldn't hand over the Crimson Flame Demon Lion to an outsider, nor would they auction it off. They would keep it for themselves.
The old man didn't know about the friction that had occurred in the fighting pits. At that time, the yellow-robed young man had indeed wanted to use the Crimson Flame Demon Lion to win over Mu Fan, making him his subordinate. The Crimson Flame Demon Lion wouldn't have escaped either. But Lin Feng had suddenly appeared and snatched it away. What frustrated the young man even more was that he had come and acted as a witness, leaving the young man no chance to seize the Crimson Flame Demon Lion from Lin Feng. He had planned to think of a long-term strategy later, but he never expected that Lin Feng had no intention of keeping the Crimson Flame Demon Lion for himself. Instead, he had brought it here to auction!