"Lot 97, 100,000 for the first bid!"
The auctioneer glanced at the modest middle-aged man and An Yi before bringing down the gavel.
Lot 97 belonged to An Yi!
Instantly, sweat beaded on the middle-aged man’s forehead as societal judgment warred with his personal dignity.
Gritting his teeth, he shakily raised his paddle.
"150,000!"
Then, flushing red with embarrassment, he hastily explained, "That friend of mine and I are sworn brothers! Like family! Seeing him unable to carry on his lineage, how could I stand by and do nothing?"
"150,000—any higher bids?"
The auctioneer shot a look at An Yi.
An Yi raised his paddle, teeth clenched. "160,000!"
The Celestial Star Grass was a must-have for him—no way he’d let some uncle snatch it away!
"Sir, I’m a doctor. I can cure your friend a hundred different ways—just let me have this!" An Yi said earnestly.
Ahem!
The auctioneer cleared his throat in warning.
While their auction house wasn’t strict about rules—no need for fancy international bidding protocols—shouting bids across the floor was pushing it.
The middle-aged man clearly wasn’t buying An Yi’s sweet talk and heroically raised his paddle again. "200,000!"
"210,000!" An Yi countered without hesitation.
The auction hall buzzed with murmurs.
The atmosphere grew peculiar.
"Bro, that kid looks so young, yet he’s got that problem."
"Never judge a book by its cover. And here I thought he looked so dignified."
"No wonder he’s not touching that gorgeous woman next to him—there’s a reason!"
Two monks in the back row, voices booming like temple bells, chimed in loudly.
The entire auction hall erupted in laughter.
"Goddammit!"
An Yi’s fists clenched.
Whoosh!
A blade-like surge of energy slashed toward the two monks, sending them scrambling to dodge.
The air blade struck the wall, leaving a deep gash.
The twin monks exchanged glances, realization dawning.
"Shut. Up."
An Yi’s face darkened as he spoke through gritted teeth.
Personally and professionally, he wanted these two idiots gone.
"Uncle, keep bidding," An Yi forced out with a sinister smile.
The middle-aged man stared at the gash in the wall and gulped.
A threat—blatant and brutal!
Sweat poured down his face as he waved his hands. "N-no, young man… you’re still young. It’s all yours."
An Yi: "..."
The auctioneer’s gavel fell. "210,000, going once… 210,000, going twice—"
"250,000!"
"300,000!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously across the hall.
One belonged to Zhang Fan.
The other—Chen Bing.
An Yi frowned, scanning the room.
Well, well.
All familiar faces!
What were they doing fighting over Celestial Star Grass? Were they both impotent too?!
Elderly onlookers wiped away tears, already drafting their social media posts:
"What is wrong with the youth today? How will our great nation rise with a generation like this?!"
Seeing three able-bodied young men brawl over a remedy for impotence, some began to suspect foul play.
Three men in their prime, all with the same condition? Unlikely.
Could the Celestial Star Grass have other uses?
Zhang Fan’s gaze turned icy.
With his Poison Master System, his medical expertise was formidable. He knew the grass wasn’t just for impotence—it had potent healing properties.
In his hands, it could be refined into a deadly toxin.
Chen Bing’s reason was simpler.
Through countless cycles of rebirth, he knew the Celestial Star Grass was a miracle cure. If its true value were known, its price would triple overnight.
Might as well invest while it’s cheap!
"350,000!"
Boss Nie pondered, then raised his paddle.
The mixed-race beauty beside him blinked in surprise. "Boss, you’re plenty… vigorous. Why bid on this?"
"Just curious," Boss Nie replied mildly.
Even he was competing? The crowd finally grasped that the Celestial Star Grass must be extraordinary.
After all, Boss Nie was infamous for his… appetites. No way he had performance issues!
"400,000."
An Yi cut to the chase, tone indifferent.
Zhang Fan’s cold stare bore into him.
He lifted his paddle—then, after a hesitation, lowered it.
Money meant nothing to him, so he carried little. No funds to compete.
Boss Nie arched a brow at An Yi.
If it were anyone else, he’d fight to the last penny. But for An Yi…
Fine.
His paddle, half-raised, slowly lowered.
"400,000, going once… 400,000, going twice… 400,000—sold! Congratulations to our VIP in Lot 97!"
The gavel struck.
An Yi exhaled in relief.
400,000—lower than he’d expected. He’d been prepared to go up to a million.
"Mission accomplished. Should we leave?" An Yi asked Yan Zhi beside him.
Yan Zhi’s delicate brows furrowed. "Don’t you feel it? Tonight’s unusual. There might be something big coming."
An Yi shrugged. "I know. But with so many prepared players here, no point in sticking our noses in."
Yan Zhi's expression was brimming with curiosity as she said excitedly, "We finally made it to Yunzhou City, and with nothing urgent to do, why not indulge our eyes a little?"
"Alright, let's take a look then," An Yi replied, yawning lazily.
To be honest, the so-called treasures of this world didn’t interest him in the slightest.
In his realm, they were nothing more than worthless junk no one would even glance at.
The auction continued.
One after another, items were brought up on stage, only to be taken down shortly after.
But those seated in the VIP sections hardly made a move.
It was as if they were all silently waiting for something.
"Next up, we present to you—a sword!" the auctioneer announced, clapping his hands.
Several burly men then carried an enormous black iron greatsword onto the stage.
The crowd erupted in murmurs!
The sword was indeed massive—and incredibly battered!
But surely it couldn’t be that heavy, could it?
Four grown men struggled just to lift it!
And not only was the sword broken—its tip looked as though it had been snapped clean off!
Thud!
When the greatsword was set down, the impact cracked the auction house’s floor tiles.
The auctioneer frowned at the sight.
"This sword was retrieved by a martial artist from the ruins outside the Nine Star Palace. It is extraordinarily heavy, and according to expert analysis, dates back a thousand years. Starting bid—5 million! Each subsequent bid must increase by at least 200,000. If no one else bids after three calls, the item will be sold!"
After finishing his announcement, the auctioneer nearly laughed at the absurdity.
Even if this sword were an antique, it wouldn’t be worth that much! And a mere thousand-year-old relic? It was too damaged to have any collectible value!
A broken, oversized, ridiculously heavy sword with a starting price of 5 million—what idiot would buy it?
"5 million!"
A clear, composed voice rang out.
It was An Yi.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
