Steward Mu grinned smugly.
In terms of practical value, the geniuses on this Little Dragon Tiger List naturally could not compare with Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, Martial Arts, or Elixirs.
But when it came to psychological satisfaction, even ordinary top-grade Cultivation Techniques could hardly compete!
After all, Qianyuan City was located right at the intersection of the Da Jing, Da Qing, and Da Guang Dynasties.
Among the Martial Artists present, some of them might have come from the Da Qing Dynasty, now being hunted by the authorities; for them, being able to take revenge in such a way, there were bound to be people willing to do it.
Sure enough, as soon as Steward Mu’s words fell, a Martial Artist near Jiang Shu could not hold back and called out a price, his gaze burning with excitement.
"Fifty-three bottles!"
"Fifty-four bottles of Essence Yuan Great Pill!"
The bids climbed higher and higher, and Jiang Shu watched silently as, on the auction platform, the woman who was clearly subdued by Chains was completely immobilized.
From the very beginning, he had known that Qianyuan City made no attempt to enforce laws, that it was utter chaos.
But only now did he realize just how chaotic it truly was.
Dynasty geniuses, auctioned off at will here!
If a Dynasty was nothing but exploitation,
then here, people were not even worthy of the right to live.
Once admired by countless people as a heaven-blessed daughter, at this moment, she was trapped in an iron cage, sold like an object.
Becoming a maid might, at least, allow her to keep her life.
But if she fell into the hands of someone who cultivated the kind of techniques that absorbed Yin, she might not survive even three days before perishing miserably.
*In this world, what did identity matter?*
*Only strength was real!*
*A wave of emotions rose inside him, but Jiang Shu’s resolve only grew stronger.*
Voices rang out one after another.
In less than half of a刻, this genius woman fetched a high price of sixty-three bottles of Essence Yuan Great Pill—a great success to kick off the auction.
Top-grade Martial Arts, top-grade Elixirs, top-grade Cultivation Techniques...
No session of the Black League’s auction had ever allowed shoddy goods to slip in.
Every item sold here could be the centerpiece in a Dynasty’s capital auction.
"I wonder if a Treasure will appear among the centerpiece items at this year’s Black League auction."
*Jiang Shu thought to himself,* even a half-crippled Treasure like the Small Five Elements Saber Formation could boost his strength remarkably.
If only he could own a real Treasure...
On the auction stage, Steward Mu continued with his smooth, flowery patter, explaining the wonders of the top-grade Elixir. But Jiang Shu carefully observed each Martial Artist who had succeeded in bidding, memorizing their faces and actions.
In the half-year since he had returned to Xuanxing, he had spent almost all his time in cultivation.
The Elixirs in his Storage Bag were nearly gone.
At most, he could only afford to successfully buy a single top-grade Martial Arts item.
If he were in a capital city, Jiang Shu would have set aside time to do some Alchemy, stock up, and enter the field well-prepared.
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Murder and robbery for Treasure happened all the time.
It was wise to be cautious, to never show your wealth.
Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later,
the Martial Artist who had successfully purchased the top-grade Elixir stood up with a face full of joy. Immediately, several more Martial Artists with restrained auras also left the auction house.
Jiang Shu glanced at them and withdrew his look of sympathy.
Item after item fetched a high price at the auction.
The entire event finally neared its conclusion.
Three to four-tenths of the Martial Artists onstage had already left.
After all, only extraordinary Acupoint Passage Realm Martial Artists had a shot at landing the centerpiece lots.
Those who could still remain were either interested in catching a glimpse of the centerpiece items,
or were backed by powerful backgrounds or possessed immense strength, unafraid of anything.
On the auction stage, Steward Mu glanced at the Martial Artists, abandoning the previous mood-setting fanfare and saying nothing at all.
He merely gave a simple round of applause, and a petite, charming maid, barefoot, held a delicate Jade Tray and stepped forward.
On top of the Jade Tray, a Jade Scroll quietly rested.
Under the light of the night lamps around the hall, it gleamed brilliantly.
Only then, under the eager attention of all, did he slowly begin to speak,
"This time, our Black League auction has prepared three centerpiece treasures, and we promise not to disappoint our esteemed guests."
"The first, a quasi-Supreme-grade Martial Arts... Heavenly Gang Dragon Capturing Hand!"