In an auction where every second counted, two hundred billion was absolutely crucial.
The cash flow he had on hand was already starting to run tight.
“One hundred and fifty billion!”
An aged, icy voice came from Private Room No. 2.
Wang Teng’s eyes turned bloodshot.
He stared fixedly at the jade slip on the display stage.
He would sell the house and pawn everything he owned!
He was all in!
“Two hundred billion!!!”
Wang Teng slammed his fist against the one-way glass and roared himself hoarse.
“This young master bids two hundred billion!”
“Who else dares to compete?!”
Two hundred billion!
The moment that terrifying figure was announced—
the entire auction hall fell silent.
The old man in Private Room No. 2 was silent for a moment before ultimately saying nothing further.
Two hundred billion.
For a cultivation manual and a spiritual herb.
The premium had already far surpassed everyone’s psychological limit.
“Two hundred billion, going once!”
“Two hundred billion, going twice!”
“Two hundred billion—sold!!!”
As the auctioneer’s hammer came down, Wang Teng collapsed onto the sofa as though all strength had left his body.
He panted heavily.
He got it.
Although he had emptied all the funds he had brought with him and had even overdrawn part of his family’s line of credit—
he had barely managed to secure it!
Meanwhile—
inside Private Room No. 1.
Su Yu sat quietly on the sofa.
Listening to the sound of the hammer falling outside.
In his deep, clear eyes was reflected that astronomical sum of two hundred billion.
After deducting the one-percent commission—
one hundred and ninety-eight billion!
“The rich tycoons of the black market…”
Su Yu lifted a glass of water from the table and took a light sip.
“They really are adorably astonishing.”
Those few items had sold for two hundred billion.
If he were to put up the Demon Saint-grade demon core in his possession—
he could probably squeeze these people until they had nothing left but their underwear!
Still—
Su Yu was in no hurry to bring out the demon core.
Too much was as bad as too little.
The black market’s funds had already been drained almost dry today.
Even if he put up the demon core now, it likely would not fetch an outrageously high price.
Next time, he would come back and hit them with something truly explosive.
Darknet Auction House, Private Room No. 1.
A knock sounded at the door.
A senior executive wearing a featureless mask entered respectfully with several attendants, pushing several heavy carts inside.
Dozens of specially made alloy combination cases were neatly stacked atop the carts.
“Honored guest.”
The executive gave a slight bow and presented the yellowed copy of the *Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship and Creation* with both hands.
“This is the Heaven-tier forging manual you won at auction. Consider it a little extra gift from us.”
“Also, the two items you entrusted to us for auction sold for a final price of two hundred billion Dragon Coins.”
“After deducting the one-percent commission, the remaining one hundred and ninety-eight billion in cash has all been placed in these combination cases.”
The executive’s tone carried an unmistakable trace of reverence.
To casually produce a Heaven-tier spiritual-force cultivation method and a three-hundred-year Nine Nether Soul-Nourishing Lotus—
this mysterious guest’s background had to be unfathomably deep.
Su Yu sat on the leather sofa.
He accepted the *Record of Heavenly Craftsmanship and Creation*, flipped through it casually twice, then tossed it directly into his storage ring.
Then—
he rose to his feet and walked over to the alloy cases.
With a click, he casually opened one of them.
Inside—
Packed to the brim—every single one was a highest-denomination Dragon Coin, minted from primordial magnetic star-crystal film and emitting faint ripples of energy.
One hundred and ninety-eight billion!
A nearly imperceptible flicker of fervor flashed deep within Su Yu’s clear, profound eyes.
That was one hundred and ninety-eight billion years’ worth of cultivation!
Once he recharged it into the system, his Darkgold Divine Blood would undoubtedly undergo another qualitative transformation!
Su Yu did not hesitate.
With a flick of his wrist—
The spatial runes on his storage ring glimmered faintly.
Dozens of alloy combination-lock cases filled with cash vanished into thin air, all swept into his storage space.
“Pleasure doing business with you.”
Su Yu turned to face the supervisor.
“However, I have another question.”
The supervisor immediately lowered his head.
“Please, honored guest. So long as it is within the Darknet’s capabilities, we will spare no effort.”
Su Yu slipped both hands into the pockets of his black trench coat.
His tone was calm.
“Here at your establishment…”
“Do you purchase Demon Saint–class demon cores? Or auction them on consignment?”
Silence.
The air in the private room froze completely in that instant.
The senior supervisor, who had been composed and capable just moments ago, abruptly raised his head.
His mouth opened.
His Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty several times, yet he could not force out a single word.
A Demon Saint–class demon core?!
The supervisor felt as though his mind had been struck by a massive hammer, leaving it buzzing violently.
“H-Honored guest…”
His voice trembled uncontrollably, his tongue stumbling over every word.
“Y-You just said… what class?”
“Demon Saint class.”
Su Yu frowned slightly and repeated himself.
“What? Is that beyond the Darknet’s means?”
“No! No, no, no!”
The supervisor shuddered in fright, frantically waving his hands as cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
“Please calm your anger, honored guest!”
“A treasure of… of that rank is completely beyond my authority!”
“Please wait! Please, wait just a moment!”
“I’ll immediately summon our highest-ranking person in charge!”
With that, the supervisor practically stumbled and crawled out of the private room.
Su Yu watched his retreating figure.
Then he sat back down on the sofa and took a sip of the water on the table.
Five minutes later.
The door to the private room opened once more.
This time—
It was not the flustered supervisor who entered.
It was a woman.
A woman so beautiful that she took one’s breath away, yet radiating an aura of lethal danger.
She wore a fiery red dress.
Its slit rose dangerously high, revealing her long, straight, porcelain-white legs.
A cascade of large, wavy curls fell casually over her shoulders.
Her exquisitely seductive face was bare of any mask. A beauty mark at the corner of her eye lent her an even more soul-stirring allure.
Ji Wuyue.
The chief person in charge of the Darknet Auction House.
A genuine peak Martial Emperor!
In high heels, she strode calmly into the private room.
Yet—
When her gaze fell upon Su Yu, seated on the sofa—
Ji Wuyue’s captivating peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
Her elegant brows drew together almost imperceptibly.
A Martial Spirit?
With the keen senses of a peak Martial Emperor, she instantly saw through the aura of blood and vitality Su Yu was currently displaying.
It was absolutely no more than the Martial Spirit realm!
A Martial Spirit?
A storm of shock immediately surged through Ji Wuyue’s heart.
He came to the darknet auction house claiming he had a Demon Saint–grade magic core?!
Was he insane?
Or was he courting death?!
A Demon Saint–grade magic core was a supreme treasure containing the purest essence of the Abyss!
It was a top-tier resource capable of making even Martial Saint experts go red-eyed with greed, willing to tear off all pretenses and fight each other to the death for it!
And he was merely a Martial Spirit.
How dare he bring something like that to the black market—a place that devoured people whole without even spitting out the bones?
Didn’t he understand the saying: an innocent man gets into trouble simply by possessing a treasure?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Ji Wuyue sneered inwardly.
However,
she did not let her guard down in the slightest.
As the highest-ranking person in the darknet, she knew better than anyone that appearances were never to be trusted in this world.
First of all,
this kid had dared to come alone to auction off a Heaven-rank cultivation technique and a Soul-Nourishing Lotus. And now, he was even dangling a Demon Saint–grade magic core as bait.
Behind him, there was most likely an unfathomably powerful force!
Or perhaps some reclusive old monster who had not shown himself to the world for years!
It was also possible that he had concealed his true cultivation.
Second,
the darknet’s rule was simple: money mattered, identities did not.
As long as the goods were genuine, even if the customer was an Abyssal demon, the darknet would treat him as its most honored guest.
Ruining one’s own reputation or robbing a customer—only low-grade underground factions would do something so foolish.
Finally,
and most importantly,
she still had no idea whether this Martial Spirit really possessed a Demon Saint–grade magic core!
What if he was merely an arrogant fool, spouting nonsense without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth?
Ji Wuyue pushed aside all her thoughts.
A thoroughly professional smile blossomed across her bewitchingly beautiful face.
“Honored guest.”
Ji Wuyue walked over and took a seat across from Su Yu, her voice languid and magnetic.
“I am Ji Wuyue, the person in charge of the darknet.”
“My subordinates tell me that you have a Demon Saint–grade magic core for sale?”
Su Yu looked at the formidable woman before him.
Without another word,
he flicked his wrist.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
