50: You have a cheat code too?! Qin Feng's shock: This plot isn't right!

Ling Qingzhu's "furious departure" did not affect the normal proceedings of the auction.

In everyone's eyes, this was merely a sweet interlude between an immortal couple. Instead, it made the atmosphere even more lively and gossipy, and countless gazes unconsciously drifted toward the independent Star Gazing Platform.

Soon, an Auctioneer dressed in brocade robes and possessing a steady aura walked onto the central high platform.

He first cupped his hands to the surroundings, especially giving a respectful ninety-degree bow toward the topmost Star Gazing Platform, before speaking loudly with a voice infused with Spiritual Power.

"Fellow Daoists, Seniors, welcome to the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's century-annual top-tier auction!"

"Without further ado, please bring up our first auctioned item!"

As his voice fell, two burly Saint Realm Attendants carried a huge tray covered in red cloth, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every heavy step as they ascended the high platform.

The Auctioneer ripped off the red cloth.

A piece of metal, the size of a human head, dark gold in color, and covered in verdigris, appeared before everyone.

It lay quietly on the tray, emitting no Spiritual Power fluctuations whatsoever, looking just like a piece of scrap iron dug out of a mine abandoned for ten thousand years.

"This item is called 'Taiyi Waste Gold'."

The Auctioneer's voice carried a hint of helplessness.

"This was accidentally acquired by a Treasure Appraiser from our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild in an ancient ruin. After numerous rounds of appraisal by dozens of top Treasure Appraising Grandmasters in our Guild, and the expenditure of countless methods, the final conclusion is..."

He paused, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

"This object is incredibly hard; even a Saint Weapon can barely scratch it. But other than that, it contains no spirituality, cannot conduct Spiritual Power, and cannot be used for Artifact Refining."

"Simply put, it is a piece of... rather hard scrap iron."

"Pfft."

The Auctioneer's words drew undisguised bursts of laughter from the audience below the stage.

"What the heck? The Myriad Dao Auction starts with something like this? Are they trying to fob off beggars?"

"Isn't this too shabby? Bringing out something like this—is that insulting someone's wallet?"

"They probably wanted a good omen or a laugh, but this joke is a bit stale."

Hearing the discussion below, the Auctioneer felt his face burning. He cleared his throat and quickly said, "Although this item currently seems useless, it is, after all, an ancient relic. Perhaps it hides some profound mystery that we have failed to comprehend."

"Therefore, we have set its price extremely low. The starting bid is one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Each subsequent bid must not be less than ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Now, let the bidding begin!"

As his voice fell, the entire venue fell into dead silence.

Everyone looked at the scrap iron on the stage with the expression one reserves for an idiot, too lazy even to waste a breath.

Although one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones wasn't much, who would spend money to buy a piece of genuine trash just to take up space at home?

Just as the venue fell into an awkward silence, and the Auctioneer was so embarrassed he wished he could use his toes to carve a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor...

On the second floor, inside the private room belonging to the Wang Family of the Northern Region.

A dazzling burst of light erupted in Qin Feng's eyes!

It's here!

His moment of destiny!

His heart hammered wildly from extreme excitement, almost leaping out of his chest!

Taiyi Waste Gold?

Others might not recognize it, but he was someone who had opened his Heavenly Eye!

How could this be mere scrap iron!

This was clearly "Taiyi Refined Gold" with a drop of the True Fire of the Sun Origin wrapped inside!

It was only because the True Fire of the Sun's overbearing Divinity had contained all its spiritual vitality to the extreme that it appeared like common iron from the outside!

I'm rich!

With this move, I'll make Wang Teng eternally grateful and utterly devoted to me!

He forcibly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, keeping his expression neutral. He used Divine Thought to transmit a message to Wang Teng, who was beside him, bored and fastidiously inspecting his fingernails: "Young Master Wang, make a move!"

Wang Teng was stunned and looked at him like he was an idiot: "Brother Qin Feng, did a donkey kick your head? You want to spend money on this broken copper and rotten iron?"

"Young Master Wang, please trust me!" Qin Feng's voice was filled with undeniable confidence. "This item is absolutely a true divine object! It is merely a pearl covered in dust, unrecognized by Mortals!"

"Think about it: using the lowest price to buy the most miraculous treasure, then revealing the divine object in front of everyone—that is true foresight! That is the real face-slap! It proves your extraordinary nature better than anything else!"

Wang Teng listened and felt it made sense.

Anyway, it was only one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, so even if he bought the wrong thing, it wouldn't hurt. But if it truly was a treasure, as Qin Feng said, he would gain a huge amount of prestige in front of Su Chen and Ling Qingzhu!

Thinking of this, he immediately perked up, cleared his throat, and shouted down toward the stage in a tone as if he were giving alms to a beggar: "One hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, This Young Master will buy it."

The eyes of everyone present instantly focused on the Wang Family's private room.

"The Wang Family Young Lord made a bid? He wants to buy that scrap iron?"

"He must have too much money burning a hole in his pocket; he probably wants to buy it to prop up a table leg. As expected of the Wang Family of the Northern Region, they're truly arrogant."

Seeing that someone had finally made a bid, the Auctioneer felt as if he had been granted a general amnesty. He quickly picked up the gavel and excitedly shouted, "Young Master Wang of the Wang Family of the Northern Region bids one hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Are there any higher bids?!"

"One hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Going once!"

Just as he was about to bring down the gavel and quickly end this embarrassing auction.

Another voice, cold as Nine Heavens Profound Ice, devoid of any emotion and even carrying a hint of impatience, drifted faintly from a private room in a different direction.

That direction was precisely the backup room that the Yaochi Saintess, Ling Qingzhu, had rushed into after her "furious departure"!

"One million."

The voice was not loud.

Yet, it was like a bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, clearly splitting into the ears of everyone present.

After a pause, as if feeling the number wasn't impactful enough, the voice coldly added two more words.

"High Grade."

"..."

"..."

"..."

One million?

High-Grade Spirit Stones?!

When those words landed, the entire auction hall plunged into an eerie silence.

Everyone suspected something was wrong with their ears.

They all gaped, eyes wide, looking toward the private room from which the voice came with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

What kind of concept was one million High-Grade Spirit Stones?

That was equivalent to one hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones! Enough to buy a top-tier Saint Weapon! It could even buy an entire minor Holy Land!

Yet now, someone was using that price to buy something that everyone had appraised as "scrap iron"?!

Was this person insane?!

Did a donkey kick her head too?!

Or did this piece of scrap iron truly hide some earth-shattering secret?!

The Auctioneer on the high platform was petrified on the spot. The hand holding the gavel froze mid-air, his facial muscles twitching violently from extreme shock, his mouth wide enough to fit a Tyrannosaurus Rex egg.

"I... I I I... didn't hear wrong, did I? That's... that's one million... H... High-Grade Spirit Stones?"

Meanwhile, inside the Wang Family's private room.

"Clang!"

The Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade wine cup in Wang Teng's hand slipped directly from his rigid grasp, shattering into pieces on the floor.

Both he and Qin Feng were completely dumbfounded.

The triumphant look on Wang Teng's face instantly froze. He stared blankly at the room belonging to the Yaochi Holy Land, his mind filled only with a roaring sound.

One million High-Grade Spirit Stones?

Ling Qingzhu... is she crazy?

Even if her Yaochi Holy Land was rich, they shouldn't be burning money like this!

Qin Feng, moreover, felt as if he had been struck by Nine Heavens lightning; he was completely stunned.

He resembled a weathered stone statue; the confidence and certainty of victory on his face vanished completely at this moment, leaving only endless shock and disbelief.

Impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

How could Ling Qingzhu make a bid?!

How could she know that this "scrap iron" was a treasure?!

Could it be... just a coincidence?

An absurd thought arose in his mind, but he immediately extinguished it.

Coincidence?

How could there be such an outrageous coincidence in this world!

The only explanation is... Ling Qingzhu also possesses some terrifying Treasure Appraising Cultivation Technique!