Chapter 94: Who’s Snapping Up the Big Brainless?
“Yu Mo, I can do it myself…”
Bai Feng reached out eagerly to snatch the snack, but Bai Yu Mo didn’t stop — instead, with a sweet little smile, she gently placed the snack right on his lips.
Helpless, Bai Feng could only open his mouth and gobble it down.
Sigh… Is Yu Mo starting to be naughty now?
As Bai Feng savored the snack, he drifted into wild thoughts.
“Senior Brother, do you want some too?”
At this moment, Bai Yu Mo pinched another piece of snack and offered it again. But this time, she didn’t put it near his mouth — apparently, all she was doing was using snacks to shush him.
“Thanks.”
Bai Feng, not overthinking it, reached out, took the snack, and popped it into his mouth.
Gotta say, the snacks provided by Yu Ling Long are pretty delicious — no wonder they’re the biggest auction house in the North Region.
“Little Junior Brother, is there anything you’re looking to buy?” Yu Yao’s mood seemed to have fully recovered — though her ears still tinged pink — and she offered, “Senior Sister can help introduce the auction items on stage.”
Bai Feng nodded. He did have something in mind: “I want to buy some more peculiar Array Plates. Are there any such items at this auction?”
“There really are.” Yu Yao hesitated for a few seconds. “I remember there’s a damaged Array Plate, bundled together with some old weapons. Normally, we don’t accept trash for auction, but these items are said to have been dug out from the Fallen Immortal Battlefield. Although their spiritual power is completely gone, they still hold profound mysteries, and many collectors are interested.”
‘Sounds like it’s meant for the Child of Destiny,’ Bai Feng muttered inside his mind, unable to stop himself.
He had heard of the Fallen Immortal Battlefield before. Now, no one remembers exactly when it happened. All that’s remembered is that it was a long time ago, with true Immortals present, and pathways to the Immortal Realm never closed.
As the name suggests, the Fallen Immortal Battlefield is where Immortals fell — incredibly dangerous territory.
Even now, it remains a perilous place. Those who venture deep in seeking secrets of becoming an Immortal rarely return alive; most who do are driven mad.
But if you just pick up some ancient ‘treasures’ from the outskirts, it’s less deadly. The damaged Array Plate and weapons Yu Yao mentioned are likely dug up from the battlefield’s periphery.
“I am somewhat interested,” Bai Feng admitted. “Let’s see if I can snag it. If it’s too expensive, then forget it.”
He stroked his chin. Aside from the risk of the Child of Destiny eyeing it, he was just mildly curious — no way he’d spend a fortune on a damaged Array Plate with unknown effects.
“It shouldn’t be too costly. Many have dug up broken weapons and such from the Fallen Immortal Battlefield’s outskirts. They’re not rare, so most aren’t willing to pay big money for them,” Yu Yao explained smoothly.
“Hmm, I’ll decide later whether to bid.”
Bai Feng nodded. As they conversed, a fifth-grade Pill was snapped up by a fellow cultivator from the first floor. The next auction item was exactly the damaged Array Plate and weapons Yu Yao talked about.
The auctioneer lifted the silk cloth covering the items, revealing a cracked Array Plate and weapons — a broken sword and a battered bow.
“Ladies and gentlemen, many of you are familiar with items from the Fallen Immortal Battlefield. Though all spiritual power is lost, the markings and scars on these weapons are still valuable for research. Perhaps they even hold clues to becoming an Immortal. I won’t say much more — let’s start the bidding! One Array Plate and two weapons, starting at 30 Middle-Grade Spirit Stones.”
The auctioneer cut straight to the chase, no fluff.
“Thirty Middle-Grade Spirit Stones.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Forty-five!”
Quickly, bids trickled in from various booths, but each bid wasn’t much higher — just as Yu Yao said, since the items aren’t rare, no one’s keen on spending big.
‘Where’s the Child of Destiny bidding?’
Bai Feng glanced at the small map. The box for the Child of Destiny boasted no activity.
So, this probably isn’t a lucky find for him. He could just go ahead and bid confidently.
“Any other bids? 95 Middle-Grade Spirit Stones — once!”
“120!”
Bai Feng worried that if he kept raising by five, someone else might compete, so he upped his bid to 120.
“Junior Brother, that’s too high! 110 is enough!” Yu Yao’s voice hurriedly said beside him. “If you want to buy it, just tell me, I’ll bid for you!”
“Uh… I got too excited and forgot,” Bai Feng coughed awkwardly. It was his first time at an auction — he just wanted to try bidding out of curiosity, completely forgetting the professional next to him.
But since he already bid, Yu Yao could only shake her head and sigh. “Fine. 120 Middle-Grade Spirit Stones isn’t a bad deal. But if someone else really wants to pay more, don’t follow — it’s not worth it.”
She just finished speaking when another box from the second floor suddenly made a bid: “150!”
Yu Yao: “…?”
Where did this fool come from? Someone willing to pay so much for a bunch of junk?
Bai Feng silently lowered his bidding paddle. The bidder wasn’t someone else — it was the Child of Destiny in the second-floor box.
He couldn’t help but mutter: ‘What’s wrong with this Child of Destiny? He only bids after I do? Is this guy really into last-minute bids?’
Meanwhile, Li Ming, the Child of Destiny, smiled slightly as he lowered his bid paddle.
Unknowingly, his mood suddenly felt extremely good.
Of course, he wasn’t targeting Bai Feng on purpose; he had just realized that the broken bow hid something. That’s why he added the bid at the last second.
Probably, the person who bid 120 Spirit Stones also noticed but wasn’t sure. Otherwise, they would’ve kept bidding.
‘Who knew a regular auction could be so interesting? Too bad most don’t recognize this stuff…’
Just as he thought he was about to win easily, another voice from upstairs resounded: “Two hundred!”
Li Ming immediately frowned, glancing toward the bidding direction. It wasn’t the one he disliked.
Could it be that the competition with that person drew others’ attention?
He hesitated then raised the bid again: “Two hundred one!”
And that voice replied again, without hesitation: “Three hundred.”
“…Three hundred and two!”
“Four hundred!”
Li Ming clenched his fists. Who the heck is this?
He felt that this round wouldn’t be so easy to take.
Inside the competing box:
“Young Master, spending so many Spirit Stones on this junk isn’t worth it!”
An old man was advising a lavishly dressed young man.
“Not necessarily junk, or why else would someone pay 302 Spirit Stones for it?” The young man opened his fan, gently fanning himself, smiling with lavish indifference. “Even if it’s just trash, it’s just a small amount of money.”
“Oh? Still willing to bid? Elder Jing, bid ten Middle-Grade Spirit Stones!”
Elder Jing: “…”
(Note: Spirit Stones follow the traditional 100:1 ratio—100 lower-grade equals 1 medium-grade, for example.)
