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    Translator: Silavin

     

    When Chen Feng heard this voice, his previously smiling face suddenly darkened.

     

    Obviously, this was directly provoking him, Chen Feng himself, equivalent to slapping his face!

     

    He, Chen Feng. Ever since becoming Radiance Sacred Land’s Sacred Master Candidate, who did not treat him with utmost respect when they saw him? Who did not fear him!?

     

    Yet Qin Yichen alone was the exception.

     

    The entire auction hall smelled of thick gunpowder.

     

    “Brilliant Sky Sacred Land offers four thousand and one drops of Spirit Liquid! Is there a higher bid!?”

     

    On the auction platform, Yilin smiled even more brilliantly. Though her voice became sweeter, it clearly carried instigation.

     

    “Five thousand!”

     

    “Sacred Master Candidate!” Chen Feng still wanted to bid, but someone beside him reminded. “Sacred Master, you must not act on impulse! The main goal as to why we came here is far, far more important!”

     

    Five thousand Spirit Liquid was no small amount.

     

    Chen Feng calmed down slightly, but his anger was hard to dispel.

     

    “Sacred Master Candidate, I believe they did this intentionally. Brilliant Sky Sacred Land has no Disciple with outstanding talent in the Fire Element, so his move is meant to deliberately provoke you, Sacred Master Candidate. If the Sacred Master Candidate expends a large amount of Spirit Liquid on this, wouldn’t that be falling right into the trap of those petty people from Brilliant Sky?”

     

    Hearing him continue this way, Chen Feng glanced again at the provocative Qin Yichen and found it highly credible.

     

    Indeed, though bidding for that Seven Sacred Fire Lingzi could relieve momentary anger, it would definitely impact his subsequent plans.

     

    After all, Radiance Sacred Master had only given him two hundred-odd vials of Spirit Liquid. Using fifty vials now was definitely not a wise move.

     

    In the end, although Qin Yichen secured the Seven Sacred Fire Lingzi with four thousand and one drops of Spirit Liquid, his face showed no trace of a smile.

     

    His action, in Chen Feng’s eyes, was pure provocation. But Chen Feng’s action was genuinely targeting him!

     

    [This grievance was something Qin Yichen similarly could not swallow.]

     

    [I will definitely make you pay a hundredfold, thousandfold price!] A cold gleam flashed in Qin Yichen’s eyes as he said to Mu Yanfeng. “Senior Brother Mu, leave the remaining Spirit Liquid to me to handle, if you would? I’ll explain to the Sacred Master when we return.”

     

    “Fine!” Mu Yanfeng knew what he wanted to do, but this time, he did not stop him.

     

    The enmity between Brilliant Sky Sacred Land and Radiance Sacred Land could no longer be resolved. Since that was the case, why endure in silence!?

     

    “Alas, that poor fellow is going to be crying once he is alone in his room…” Seeing the wicked arc at the corner of Qin Yichen’s mouth, Li Yuanba could not help but mourn for someone for a second.

     

    He truly had never seen anyone who came to a good end after provoking Qin Yichen.

     

    However, after this, Qin Yichen never bid once, nor did he antagonise Radiance Sacred Land, which left Mu Yanfeng unable to figure out what Qin Yichen actually wanted to do.

     

    “This is a killing weapon. Although it’s damaged, our Ancient Jade Pavilion’s appraisers determined that the user of this killing weapon was definitely a Saint!”

     

    Yilin spoke about a long blade that had been brought onto the auction platform.

     

    “Starting auction price, one thousand five hundred drops of Spirit Liquid!”

     

    This long blade was placed inside transparent glass. Though isolated, everyone present could still feel the astonishing baleful aura emanating from that blade.

     

    The blade edge was serrated in shape, its colour dark red. It had drunk who knows how much fresh blood, to the point that the blade body was wreathed in a thick layer of bloody energy.

     

    However, this long blade lacked a handle. It seemed to have been severed by some sharp weapon. Yet through the fracture at the handle, one could still see the interior revealing intimidating blood-red colour.

     

    [This truly is a rare killing weapon! Only, it lacked a handle. Not only could it not be used, but it would also injure the wielder with its murderous aura. That’s why the starting bid is so low.]

     

    “What a good blade!” Chen Feng’s eyes burned with heat.

     

    Wasn’t this blade prepared specifically for him?

     

    It was not that Radiance Sacred Land had no weapons, but rather, it had none suitable for him.

     

    “Two thousand Spirit Liquid!” Chen Feng was the first to speak, directly adding five hundred drops of Spirit Liquid.

     

    Originally, several people who had been somewhat tempted by this weapon heard his voice and gave up bidding.

     

    Chen Feng was a Demon. Those who offended him all ended miserably. For a damaged weapon, it simply was not worth it.

     

    Watching the scene quiet down, Chen Feng revealed a satisfied smile.

     

    He enjoyed holding this kind of intimidating influence over others!

     

    “Three thousand Spirit Liquid!” However, a cold voice suddenly emerged, causing the smugness on his face to instantly freeze.

     

    The one raising the bid was precisely Qin Yichen!

     

    “Three thousand one hundred Spirit Liquid!”

     

    Chen Feng’s voice was almost squeezed out through his teeth, carrying killing intent and rage. The temperature in the venue seemed to drop considerably as a result.

     

    “Four thousand Spirit Liquid!” However, Qin Yichen remained unmoved, almost without thinking, directly adding another thousand in one breath.

     

    “Sacred Master Candidate!”

     

    “Get the Hell away from me!” The person beside Chen Feng still wanted to advise him, but Chen Feng slapped him to the ground with one palm. He almost roared. “Four thousand one hundred Spirit Liquid!”

     

    Obviously, regardless of any other reason, he was determined to obtain this weapon.

     

    “Five thousand Spirit Liquid!” The light, emotionless voice emerged again the moment his voice fell.

     

    “Five thousand and one!”

     

    “Six thousand—”

     

    “Have they gone mad!?”

     

    Everyone in the auction hall stared dumbfounded at the two antagonistic parties.

     

    This weapon was worth at most around two thousand-plus Spirit Liquid, yet now it had been crazily driven up to three times the price!

     

    Of course, there were also those who were happy.

     

    That person was naturally Yilin.

     

    Originally, after Chen Feng spoke up, she thought it would conclude, but who knew Qin Yichen would emerge.

     

    “Brilliant Sky Sacred Land has already bid for six thousand Spirit Liquid! Is there a higher bid!?” Yilin’s voice was still so crisp and pleasant.

     

    “Brat, are you deliberately opposing me, Chen Feng?” A voice filled with murderous intent emerged from Chen Feng’s mouth. Everyone could hear his fury and killing intent.

     

    “*Tsk tsk.* So it turns out Radiance Sacred Land’s last remaining Sacred Master Candidate is this kind of person who can’t even afford six thousand Spirit Liquid…” However, Qin Yichen looked at him with a smile, making clicking sounds with his mouth, naming and ridiculing him directly.

     

    “Bastard!” Chen Feng cursed angrily. “I offer seven thousand Spirit Liquid!”

     

    “Seven thousand, ah…” Qin Yichen seemed to hesitate, and seemed to struggle over whether to continue raising the bid. But after only half a moment, he said regretfully: “Aiya, we don’t have enough Spirit Liquid. In that case, I’ll congratulate Sacred Master Candidate Chen Feng on securing that invincible killing weapon with seven thousand Spirit Liquid!”

     

    Though he said congratulations, everyone could hear the mockery in his words.

     

    Seven thousand Spirit Liquid to buy a damaged weapon… What kind of idiot would do such a thing!?

     

    Although he won the bid, Chen Feng’s face was ashen. However, Qin Yichen’s next statement almost made him vomit blood…

     

    “I wonder, Sacred Master Candidate Chen Feng, is that bit of Spirit Liquid you have still enough to compete for the Heaven Ascension Token?” Although Qin Yichen did not know how much Spirit Liquid Chen Feng had, it definitely was no longer enough to compete for the Heaven Ascension Token anymore.

     

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