Chapter 135: The Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Dragon Tongue Flower

  At the Sen Luo Wan Xiang Auction, many bigwigs had arrived today. Yang Tian could sense the powerful auras emanating from the boxes nearby, so formidable that even the nearby formations couldn't prevent a hint of their leakage.

  "Thank goodness for the Art of Transforming Heaven and Earth. Otherwise, I'd be in trouble today," Yang Tian thought, lazily reclining in his chair, not daring to make any unnecessary movements, fearing that these old monsters might discover him.

  This silence lasted for quite some time until the hall suddenly became chaotic. An elderly man slowly walked onto the auction podium. His eyes were cloudy, giving him the appearance of an ordinary person.

  "Why is Master Meng Li presiding over today's auction?"

  "Yes, today must be because there are astonishing treasures. Otherwise, why would Master Meng Li personally preside over the auction?"

  Many people below were discussing, and Meng Li was indeed a genuine half-step great power. He often attended various auctions, and if he was presiding over one, there must be rare treasures.

  "Hehe, I suppose many of the guests here recognize me. I won't waste your time. The auction will now begin," Meng Li said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a deadpan expression, as if everyone owed him money.

  As soon as Meng Li finished speaking, a crimson longsword appeared in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the sword emitted a dragon's roar, and strands of crimson light fell. The patterns engraved on the sword body began to shine brightly.

  "It's actually a semi-finished Dao Artifact!" Someone exclaimed in surprise. Starting with a semi-finished Dao Artifact, the Sen Luo Wan Xiang Auction House had prepared quite a few treasures this time.

  "The Crimson Rosy Cloud Sword, a semi-finished Dao Artifact. The starting bid is one hundred thousand mid-tier blood stones!" Meng Li's face remained expressionless despite the fervent gazes from below.

  "One hundred thousand..." This indifferent voice made many people gasp. They couldn't help but smack their lips; such a price was beyond their budget.

  "I don't think the blood stones I have could even buy a Dao Artifact," Yang Tian muttered, feeling a twitch in his mouth. He had thought he was wealthy, but he didn't expect a semi-finished Dao Artifact to be so expensive.

  After a few moments of silence, a price was called out from a box upstairs. A semi-finished Dao Artifact-level item was worth as much as a family treasure in a medium-sized family, and the price quickly doubled.

  "This sword is not bad..." In the box, Yang Tian scratched his head, showing a hint of interest. He couldn't fully utilize the Golden Crow Divine Furnace's power, and this Crimson Rosy Cloud Sword seemed suitable for him.

  "Uncle Xiao, what do you think about auctioning this sword?" Yang Tian asked inside the ancestral dragon ring, seeking Yang Xiao's opinion.

  "Why auction it?" Yang Xiao shook his head urgently, "You don't need any artifacts right now. Wait until you break through to the Xuan Tong realm and forge one yourself."

  "Forge it myself?" Yang Tian was taken aback and then couldn't help but smack his lips. He had never touched forging, and refining pills already consumed some of his time.

  "Although the Golden Crow Divine Furnace in your sea of qi is powerful, you can't use it freely, and it's hard to grow. Only by forging your own artifact can you reach the peak together with it, understand?" Seeing Yang Tian's displeasure, Yang Xiao shook his head slightly and smiled.

  Artifacts could grow with their owners. Only artifacts forged by oneself could unleash their maximum power. Many high-tier artifacts could sometimes backfire, and if one's cultivation was insufficient, forcibly using them could consume a large amount of essence and blood.

  "I'll keep an eye out for you for better quality materials. If they're trash, there's no need to forge them. The artifact I forged back then cost several decades' worth of ordinary refining materials alone."

  "Several decades?" Yang Tian's throat moved, stunned by Yang Xiao's words.

  The Crimson Rosy Cloud Sword, after a period of bidding, was eventually bought for over three hundred thousand mid-tier blood stones. Then, the auction house brought out several more semi-finished Dao Artifacts.

  The atmosphere of the entire auction became exceptionally heated. Subsequently, the pill segment began, and the final highlight was a sixth-tier "Battle Emperor Pill!" It had an astonishing effect on breaking through to the Battle Emperor realm, doubling the success rate.

  In the end, this pill was auctioned for nearly ten million mid-tier blood stones. A major family almost exhausted their entire family fortune to acquire it, shocking everyone at the auction house.

  "Xiao Tian, the Dragon Tongue Flower is up," a sudden light laughter reached Yang Tian's ears.

  Yang Tian's heart leaped. His gaze fixed on the old man's hands, where a silver flower with sparkling silver light on its branches and leaves was incredibly gorgeous. The dense silver intertwined, emitting a medicinal power that startled many.

  "What grade of spiritual medicine is this?" After a few glances, Yang Tian frowned. This spiritual medicine was of very high age and couldn't be auctioned off with just a little blood stone.

  "Hehe, this is a ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Tongue Flower. It seems even heaven is helping you. You must auction it down," Yang Xiao said inside the ancestral dragon ring, suddenly bursting into laughter upon seeing the Dragon Tongue Flower.

  "Ten thousand years..." Hearing this, Yang Tian's throat moved. The highest age in his void ring was only four thousand years, and he only had one.

  "This is a ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Tongue Flower. The starting bid is one hundred thousand blood stones, and each bid must be no less than ten thousand," Meng Li scanned the hall and said indifferently.

  "One hundred and ten thousand blood stones!"

  "One hundred and twenty thousand blood stones!"

  "One hundred and fifty thousand!"

  Many skilled in pill refining kept bidding. Ten-thousand-year-old spiritual medicines were extremely rare. This Dragon Tongue Flower could not only be used to refine pills but also extend life. Such a long-lived spiritual medicine contained abundant vitality.

  The price quickly climbed to five hundred thousand blood stones. The price of this spiritual medicine had risen significantly and continued to soar.

  "Damn, am I setting a trap for myself?" With each bid, Yang Tian's heart twitched. When it reached six hundred thousand, it was mainly the ancient families scrambling for it, clearly needing many spiritual medicines to extend their lives.

  "Eight hundred thousand!" Yang Tian couldn't hold back and directly called out eight hundred thousand mid-tier blood stones, climbing ten thousand from the previous price.

  When they saw it was a bid from the sky box, people below cursed in their hearts, thinking that one hundred thousand blood stones were a significant wealth for some medium-sized families, enough to run a medium-sized family for several years.

  "I bid eight hundred and fifty thousand. I wonder if the young friend would be willing to let this spiritual medicine go to me. I am from the ancient Li family, Li Qingji," a deep voice slowly rose from another sky box.

  "Li Qingji, a Battle Emperor strongman!" Many people's faces changed as they recognized his origin.

  "You old fart, trying to suppress me with the name of the ancient Li family. You must have a donkey kick to your head," Yang Tian thought with a hint of coldness in his eyes, cursing inwardly. This old fart deliberately called out his name, clearly trying to make him back down.

  "Nine hundred thousand blood stones..." After two breaths of silence, a lazy voice spread throughout the auction.

  The entire venue was in an uproar, everyone widening their eyes, secretly guessing the background of the person inside. Those who could auction items in the sky box were core figures of superpowers.

  Li Qingji was a formidable Battle Emperor. Being challenged today, he certainly wouldn't let it go easily.

  In an auction box, Li Qingji's face was cold, and his wrinkled old face showed a hint of ferocity. Being refuted by a junior today was somewhat unacceptable to him.

  "I bid nine hundred and fifty thousand!" Li Qingji raised the bid again, doubling the price of the spiritual medicine.

  Everyone's eyes sparkled. Two tycoons were clashing, and the atmosphere at the venue reached its peak.

  "This young master bids one million. If you bid again, I'll let it go to you," Yang Tian said, touching his nose and smiling indifferently.

  Whoosh! The entire venue was in an uproar. The mysterious young man was blatantly challenging Li Qingji. A price of one million could already buy two or three of them.