"Boss, this Tongtong is quite extraordinary. Do you want to get her?" Tangyuan looked at Tongtong, his eyes ablaze. Tongtong’s power could take out both humans and demon beasts.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng didn’t say a word; he directly flicked Tangyuan’s forehead.

"Boss, why did you knock my head again?" Tangyuan, with his round eyes, looked at Lin Feng as if he was extremely wronged, tears almost welling up.

"Nothing much, spare me the nonsense." Lin Feng deliberately pulled a stern face and said to Tangyuan. He wouldn’t provoke other women; his space ring had plenty already, and adding one or two more would be too much to handle.

Seeing Lin Feng’s attitude, Tangyuan didn’t dare to say anything, obediently perched on Lin Feng’s shoulder, but a peculiar glint flashed in his small eyes.

Tongtong on stage had already started her official duties.

Tongtong placed a tray in front of her, on it were horns from an unknown demon beast, which emitted a faint black light. Clearly, it wasn’t ordinary. Tongtong explained to the crowd: "These are five hundred-year-old Purple Black Deer Antlers, possessing very special anti-magic properties. If incorporated into artifact refining, the weapons will have special functions. Since this item falls into the materials category, its starting bid isn’t high, at twenty Yuan Stones, with each increment being five Yuan Stones."

Yet, after Tongtong finished speaking, no one participated in the auction. Though the items were indeed good, the main issue was finding a skilled artifact refiner was very challenging—not to mention costly. In terms of cost, it was more worthwhile to auction a finished product, saving the trouble of running everywhere.

Seeing the silent room, Tongtong glanced at Shang Fei, fluttered her big eyes at him, and flirtatiously said: "Young Master Shang, can you give me some face?"

Hearing Tongtong plead, Shang Fei’s eyes immediately brightened. He replied, "Sure, since the beautiful Tongtong has spoken, how could I refuse? It’s not much anyway, twenty Spirit Stones it is."

"Young Master Shang is indeed generous, twenty Spirit Stones first bid, anyone else offering?" Tongtong went on hosting the auction as usual.

No matter how much Tongtong tried, no one else bid again. She was in a bind, and in the end, Shang Fei won the Purple Black Deer Antlers at the base price.

Lin Feng had no interest in such refining materials, so he didn’t bother making a scene. Tangyuan, however, watched with keen interest—but he wasn’t looking at the auction items; he focused on other people. What he was thinking, only Tangyuan himself knew.

Next was the second auction item brought forward. Tongtong lifted the red cloth before the crowd, revealing a stone. Yes! Just a stone, one that looked no different from those found in the field.

"Beautiful Tongtong, what’s with auctioning a stone?" A burly man in the audience directly shouted. He could understand auctioning materials, but auctioning a stone was perplexing.

"This stone is far from ordinary!" Tongtong said with a proud expression and explained further: "Our auction house couldn’t determine the stone’s origin, but it has a particular function. When holding it for cultivation, the speed of cultivation increases. Though the increase is minimal, we’re certain of its effect. Let’s start the auction for this unique stone, with a starting bid set at two hundred Yuan Stones, ten Yuan Stones for each increment."

As soon as Tongtong finished speaking, someone immediately bid: "Two hundred Yuan Stones!"

"Two hundred twenty Yuan Stones!"

"Two hundred sixty Yuan Stones!"

"Two hundred eighty Yuan Stones!"

...

Excited by Tongtong’s description, the crowd eagerly bid. Even if the increase was slight, it’s better than none. In the blink of an eye, the stone’s price breached the five hundred Yuan Stone mark.

"Boss, this stone is unusual; we should get it!" Tangyuan whispered to Lin Feng, "I suspect there’s more to this stone. If you trust me, we must bid for it."

Lin Feng, hearing Tangyuan’s words, became even more curious. He was already intrigued by the stone but didn’t know its origin. Tangyuan’s words confirmed his instincts; he was just about to speak.

Before he could say a word, a domineering voice rang out.

"Six hundred Yuan Stones!" Shang Fei casually announced, as if six hundred Yuan Stones were no different from six.

This madman!

So arrogant, but such antics end badly!

...

The crowd, silenced by Shang Fei’s bid, could all afford six hundred Yuan Stones. But being so early in the auction, who would pay such a high price? Moreover, competing with the auction house’s wealth was impossible; fighting Shang Fei in bidding, they simply couldn’t afford it!

Seeing the people around him at a loss for words, Shang Fei showed a smug smile on his face. His family had Spirit Stones, and they used them to crush others—what of it! Seeing the dejected looks of those around him, it gave him immense satisfaction!

But before he could laugh out loud, a voice interrupted.

"Seven hundred Spirit Stones."

The voice was soft yet clear, and instantly everyone’s gaze shifted to Lin Feng, scrutinizing him to figure out where this young man got the courage to oppose Shang Fei. But as they examined him, they were all taken aback!

This kid is an Ascender?

Looks barely in his twenties?

What’s his background?

...

The crowd around was full of shock and disbelief; none could imagine an Ascender daring to bid seven hundred Spirit Stones. Everyone knew that Ascenders had a tough time in the Myriad Heavens Divine Realm; even if they managed Yuangang Transformation, they were suppressed from all sides. It seemed Lin Feng had just ascended; how could he possibly have so many Spirit Stones? It was simply impossible!

Shang Fei’s face turned grim as he glared at Lin Feng, his eyes oozing murderous intent as he asked, "You, an Ascender, dare to disrupt?"

"So what if I’m an Ascender? This is an auction; if you’ve got the guts, just bid higher." Lin Feng replied nonchalantly.

"Eight hundred Spirit Stones!" Shang Fei shouted coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent. He, the eldest of the Shang family, would be a laughingstock if he couldn’t outbid an Ascender. He wanted to see what this Ascender was capable of!

"Nine hundred Spirit Stones!" As soon as Shang Fei’s words ended, Lin Feng’s voice rang out again, just as calm as before.

"One thousand Spirit Stones!" Hearing Lin Feng’s bid, Shang Fei couldn’t control the Yuangang within him, causing the surrounding tables and chairs to shatter as he stood up. The audacity of an Ascender raising the bid so high, wasting four hundred Spirit Stones of his, was utterly unforgivable!

Lin Feng, at that moment, initially wanted to continue bidding, but suddenly noticing the murderous intent in Shang Fei’s eyes, he had a sudden flash of insight, shook his head, closed his eyes, and stopped bidding.

Seeing this, Shang Fei almost coughed up blood. He realized now that this Ascender, from who knows where, was just messing with him, courting death! Fine, if this young man walks out of here alive today, then he, Shang Fei, is not who he claims to be!

This kid is finished!

This Ascender isn’t too bright!

What a pity, indeed!

...

Seeing this scene, and the murderous aura emanating from Shang Fei, the people around looked at Lin Feng with sympathy. In their eyes, Lin Feng was courting death by provoking the Shang family, whose position in Ning City was unshakable. A newly ascended person with almost imperceptible Yuan Energy, causing such disruption, could only be seeking death!

Yet, while most thought this way, there were always those with different views. In a private room, Ye Lang’s eyes widened at this moment. He sensed there was more to Lin Feng than met the eye. Not only Ye Lang, but Feng Modao, Young Master Lu, and the flamboyant Mo Yunxi all had a glimmer of perception in their eyes, suspecting something unusual...

As this round of bidding ended, the third auction item was presented to everyone. The item was relatively normal this time—a knife emitting a Cold Qi, its blade shimmering with tiny star-like lights. It looked somewhat like Mo Yunxi’s style. It was indeed a knife perfect for showboating and attracting girls!

"This knife is called the Cold Star July Slay; the Blade Gang it strikes will turn into starlight. It’s of ice attribute, starting at one hundred Spirit Stones, with increments of ten Spirit Stones each time!" Tongtong introduced enthusiastically, displaying an affection for the knife.

Seeing Tongtong’s demeanor, the crowd in the open seats went wild!

"One hundred and twenty Spirit Stones!"

"I bid one hundred fifty Spirit Stones!"

"I bid one hundred sixty Spirit Stones!"

...

The bidding voices arose one after another, as they all fantasized about winning the knife and showing off in front of Tongtong. Even a brief moment of glory with her would make the purchase worthwhile, so the scene quickly descended into chaos, with two bidders even coming to blows over their offers.

Throughout the commotion, none of the young masters in the VIP room spoke, finding the scene amusing and Tongtong’s allure increasingly potent. Tongtong had been at the auction house for over two years but was never seen outside, nor even during regular times. And yet, these people still harbored thoughts about Tongtong—it was laughable. If anyone had a chance, it would be the young masters of their families; ordinary folks didn’t stand a chance.