"Brother Lin, maybe… we shouldn't sell the soul bone. And this immortal herb—why don't we sell it to Uncle Ning instead?"
Tang San thought for a moment. The power behind this auction seemed extremely strong—what if they encountered danger?It would be safer to sell it to someone they trusted.
"But actually, this Spirit Vein Herb isn't suitable for Uncle Ning. I think we should give him the Golden Witch Hazel."
"The Golden Witch Hazel absorbs the essence of starlight. Its leaves are woven like strands of star-gold. After Uncle Ning takes it and meditates, he'll be able to guide the starlight into his martial soul. There's a high probability it will evolve into the Eight-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."
"Of course, if it really evolves into the Eight-Treasure Pagoda, that's still only because Uncle Ning has been building up strength for years. He's been stuck at level 79 for a long time."
Tang San felt that the herb wasn't extraordinarily valuable—just something to slightly improve Ning Fengzhi's physique and martial soul.
Honestly speaking, it wasn't even close to the value of the Polygonatum herb that Yue Feng and Oslo consumed.
After all, the Seven-Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was originally a top-tier auxiliary martial soul that could assist even Title Douluo despite being limited to seven rings.
It was a martial soul with an extremely strong specialty and a very obvious weakness.
If this herb could just slightly make up for that weakness, it would be enough to cause a qualitative transformation.
"Alright, then give me the herb. I'll go with Ning Rongrong to see Uncle Ning and sell it to him."
Xiao Lin nodded and took the Golden Witch Hazel, learning the method of using it.
"Right, Brother Lin, if something good comes up during the auction, watch for my bidding signal. If I bid, that means I want it—so you help me buy it, okay?"
Tang San suddenly remembered something and said with great seriousness.
"Sure, don't worry."
Xiao Lin replied, then returned to his private box and explained the value of the Golden Witch Hazel to Ning Rongrong.
"What!? Brother Xiaolin, are you saying this immortal herb can evolve my father's martial soul into the Eight-Treasure Pagoda!?"
Inside the VIP room, Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed at the herb in Xiao Lin's hand.
"Yes. I'm worried we might not have enough money to bid later, so please take me to Uncle Ning. I need to sell this for funds."
Xiao Lin spoke honestly, without any concealment.
"Oh please, Brother Xiaolin, my money is your money. How could it not be enough?"
Ning Rongrong shot him a reproachful look, then without hesitation pulled him out of the room.
She remembered that her father was in VIP Room No.1. This immortal herb must be sold for a great price.
A moment later.
VIP Room No.1
Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, and Chen Xin all watched the Golden Witch Hazel in Xiao Lin's hand with great curiosity.
"Xiao Lin, is what Rongrong said true?"
Ning Fengzhi could hardly believe that he might have the chance in his lifetime to evolve his martial soul into the Eight-Treasure Pagoda.
"Uncle Ning, the immortal herb is only assistance. The real foundation is still your years of accumulated strength."
Xiao Lin did not dare speak too much in front of someone as sharp as Ning Fengzhi.
"No matter—even if it's not as extraordinary as Rongrong's herb, it's still priceless."
"But since you could use Rongrong's funds, why worry about not having enough?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled, growing more satisfied the longer he looked at Xiao Lin.
"Uncle Ning is joking. How could I possibly take Rongrong's money?"
Xiao Lin replied truthfully. He had only met Ning Rongrong a few times—how could he accept her money?
"Oh please, Dad, just give him the money~"
Ning Rongrong blushed as the three elders looked at her. Her little witch temper flared as she pouted coquettishly, and Ning Fengzhi could no longer resist.
"Fine. Xiao Lin, this herb's value is immeasurable. I don't have enough money to pay its true worth. So I'll give you all the funds I prepared for the auction—will that do?"
Ning Fengzhi spoke generously. In his heart, if the herb truly helped the evolution of the Seven-Treasure Pagoda, then it wouldn't matter if he bought nothing else today.
"Thank you, Uncle Ning."
Xiao Lin sincerely thanked him—while Ning Rongrong suddenly turned into a leaky little cotton jacket.
"Dad, if the money's not enough, can't you just have Grandpa Bone fetch more?"
Ning Rongrong knew perfectly well the power of Gu Rong's spatial abilities.
Fetching money would only take a second.
"Uh…"
Xiao Lin looked embarrassed and quickly said, "I wouldn't dare trouble the Bone Douluo. Uncle Ning's auction funds are definitely enough."
Finally, Xiao Lin walked out with all of Ning Fengzhi's funds, pulling Ning Rongrong with him.
"Hehe… this Xiao Lin kid is pretty good."
Ning Fengzhi reclined on the sofa, eyes narrowed with a pleased smile.
"Fengzhi, hurry and absorb the herb now—don't waste the medicinal effects."
Gu Rong urged quickly, wanting to avoid the topic of Ning Rongrong being taken away.
"Yes, yes, Uncle Gu."
Ning Fengzhi responded repeatedly and began to take the Golden Witch Hazel.
Meanwhile, Chen Xin stared in the direction Xiao Lin left, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Did Xiao Lin really possess the power to threaten him?
Impossible.
His expression was calm, but inside, waves crashed violently.
As a sword fanatic, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was extremely sensitive to everything around him.
Ever since he observed Xiao Lin's Heart of Flame last time, he started experimenting with condensing soul power into a rotating core.
And indeed, he had succeeded halfway.
As a result, his strength had surged.
Half-formed soul core—his sword aura had grown stronger, and his perception of everything around him became clearer.
Xiao Lin definitely possessed a terrifying power that could injure him.
But remembering Xiao Lin was the grandson of Master Xiao Yan, Chen Xin felt relieved.
How could Master Xiao Yan not give his grandson powerful self-defense treasures?
Meanwhile, back in the VIP room, Xiao Lin began checking his funds.
"Forty-two million gold soul coins. Only this much?"
Growing up in the Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong was very sensitive to money and instantly counted the total.
"That's so little?"
Xiao Lin was speechless.
For many people—even a Title Douluo like Dugu Bo—it would take several lifetimes to earn such an amount.
The Nine-Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was truly wealthy.
No wonder the Spirit Hall wanted to destroy them.
Alright, alright—no competing with a rich woman.
Xiao Lin felt reassured. With this much money, he should definitely be able to buy something incredible.
Time passed quickly.
Soon, only the final items remained.
Throughout the auction, Tang San remained still as a mountain, never bidding on anything—until that treasure appeared.
"Esteemed guests and noble buyers, we are now entering the final countdown. The remaining items are all legendary treasures."
"And this next item was recovered after immense difficulty from the Lake of the Battle God. Its name—the Cloak of the Battle God."
"According to appraisal, this item is related to the legendary Battle God. With every swing, it brings the power of thunder, stimulating a soul master's battle qi, and easily defending against attacks from Soul King-level powerhouses. A rare defensive divine artifact."
"Now, let the bidding begin! Starting price—one million gold soul coins, with a minimum increment of one hundred thousand!"
Before the auctioneer even finished speaking, the bidding erupted violently.
"Ten million! I bid ten million!"
(End of Chapter)