Chapter 137: The Auction Item, Ruan Yi

"Hook-type spirit weapon?" Fang Zhi tapped his fingers rhythmically against the tabletop, creating a steady *tap-tap-tap* sound.

Following Li Chunfeng’s consumption of the shadow consciousness’s sub-consciousness, the entire satellite fell into a deathly silence, devoid of any further activity.

Holding his nose, the old schemer wore an expression of profound grievance, as if he had just been violated, yet he stifled his nausea to insist that Adu sang beautifully, truly embodying the spirit of a "king of backup singers." "I love it," he claimed. "I really love listening to it."

Of course, deep down, Ye Shen already harbored some suspicions, though he could not yet be entirely certain.

However, Chu Xu also understood that his desire was nothing more than a pipe dream; in this world, no one easily abandons their homeland, let alone an entire clan.

At that moment, Wu Qiong, who was strolling with Su Mubai, remained unaware that he had missed a golden opportunity to show off his prowess and put someone in their place.

In truth, those twenty-some silver coins represented quite a decent haul. Given the existence of magic in this world, the exceptionally wealthy were not so easily robbed; putting aside the fact that many stored their gold in spatial rings, their formidable sensory perception alone made it impossible for Andy to get close unnoticed.

This was not merely a metaphor. In Chen Feng’s perception, this palace had not been constructed by the elves; it had likely existed here for an eternity, having endured the same vast stretches of time as the Elven Forest itself.

In terms of overall scale, Chang'an was considered "resource-poor." Of course, by the standards of the Wude era, Chang'an would certainly be considered "abundant in produce."

Even Gul'dan could not resolve the issues caused by this alchemy—a technology that was clearly advanced and had only recently emerged.

"Pfft!" Situ Xuan was now completely defenseless, left only to endure the beating, lacking even the strength to dodge.

However, the original arrangement had been for Yu Fan to pair with Su Xin, not the protagonist; it was simply an unavoidable outcome.

Yi was rendered speechless for a moment. To put it bluntly, wasn't it just a mutation? Yet he had rambled on with a whole heap of logic. Sigh, that’s how the elderly were—not only slow to speak, but prone to endless chatter.

"Fourth Liu, I’m done playing with you. Take a palm strike from your grandfather!" The monk’s aura surged toward the level of a mid-tier martial general as he launched a fierce attack.

"Just keep it in your heart; don't pay too much mind to these superficial formalities. If you are truly grateful, cultivate diligently. Once you reach the Immortal God Realm, you won't be bound by as many restrictions as you are in the lower realms, and you can show your gratitude however you please." Wuming smiled, proposing a method that was anything but easy.

Furthermore, people watched as the energy of the Five Elements coalesced into various creatures, each one incredibly spiritual and lifelike.

Four hundred and fifty million was a price that should never have been reached. When the *Manual of the Withered Flower* hit two hundred million, the outcome was effectively set. Had it not been for the meddling of that troublemaker Situ Xuan, the auction would have concluded long ago, and the manual would have officially fallen into the hands of Liu Tianming for two hundred million yuan.

The Great God-Slaughtering Art was terrifying. As Long Tianba unleashed it, the intent to slaughter gods soared to the heavens. Scenes of the creatures he had slaughtered in the past appeared across the firmament, the horrific imagery of howling blood-winds and raining gore leaving onlookers trembling with dread.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, as if recalling something, and he looked at Zhen Ling with an air of suspicion and uncertainty.

Cao Bianjiao felt a jolt of alarm and exchanged a glance with Wang Yanchen before stepping forward. Neither had expected matters to escalate to the point where they were suddenly tasked with executing He Renlong.

"Why, why do I have to be on duty with this idiot Erdan?" Zhang Shitou was unwilling to let Erdan steal his credit and the limelight.

Moreover, utilizing aerial transport could significantly shorten the distances between cities, as aerial routes were straight lines, unlike ground travel which required roads to be built according to the terrain.

Facing his dear friend, Julius was more composed than he had ever been; he simply shook his head gently at Reinhard.

This family banquet was overseen by Concubine Qin, but due to the recent chaos in the palace, the Emperor had ordered Concubine Qin to host it alongside Noble Consort Zheng. This was the first move in Noble Consort Zheng’s return to power.

As she spoke, Rem tugged on the chain in her hand, pulling the massive, heavy flail that had been lying on the ground behind her into view to display it to Su Mu.

Felt suddenly lifted her head and nodded vigorously, confirming beyond a doubt to Inori Yuzuriha that she was indeed the person she was looking for.

The explosive sound seemed to ring out within the heart of the White Whale itself. Staring at the white, pulpy mess beneath Su Mu’s feet, unprecedented rage flooded the behemoth’s mind, and its remaining fish-eye was covered in a layer of deep red in an instant.

Wu Ke, watching the spectacle from the side, could not fathom what the fat man, Xiong Lei, was doing while brandishing two chopsticks.

The old men were deeply unwilling, but they were blocked by Shan Yanghao. The man from the Western Regions was blunt, simply pulling out a black bamboo knife-token and planting it firmly in the ground.

Watching her just now, he felt that the colorful clouds across the sky outside the room had lost their brilliance. She was still as beautiful as ever, just as she had been when they first met.

The Phantom Spirit Finger was both illusory and real, capable of changing its trajectory in an instant; this time was no exception. As it neared Ye Chen by five feet, the finger-beam suddenly vanished, only to reappear right in front of Lin Xuan.

Li Yue and Lü Ying exchanged glances, their brows furrowed. They both felt something was wrong, yet they could not quite put their fingers on it.

Therefore, spending too much military funding to train soldiers in marksmanship was ineffective, and economically speaking, it could even be called highly impractical.

Ling Xue stood in the palm of Lin Yu’s other hand, gazing at the gemstone before her with a flicker of confusion in her eyes.