Chapter Eight: There Is No Lower Duel Technique Than This

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Ning Jiuyou’s eyes lit up, filled with curiosity about this novel place. She quickly nodded and said, “Sure, I’ve never been outside before. I’d love to see it for myself.”

However, her excitement was short-lived as a practical problem dawned on her—she had no money at all. Even if she went to the auction house, she could only watch helplessly.

As she pondered what to do, a sudden spark of inspiration struck her.

Remembering that she possessed many combat techniques in her mind, perhaps she could select a low-level technique to auction off and make some money.

Back in her room, Ning Jiuyou began searching her mental collection for a suitable combat skill. After careful selection, she found a relatively simple one and started transcribing it.

Just as she finished, Xiao Yan walked into the room. Ning Jiuyou quickly held up the completed combat technique and asked, “Xiao Yan, take a look at this technique. How much do you think it’s worth at the auction house?”

Xiao Yan took the scroll, about to examine it, when Yao Lao’s voice echoed in his mind: “Xiao Yan, let me see.”

After a thorough inspection, Yao Lao gave Ning Jiuyou a peculiar look.

“Xiao Yan, this technique seems simple on the surface, but its timing and movement steps are rather unique. Compared to the profound-tier combat techniques, in some aspects it’s even stronger.”

“I didn’t expect little Jiuyou to casually produce such a technique.”

Xiao Yan was astonished by Yao Lao’s words. He looked at Ning Jiuyou with eyes full of shock.

“Jiuyou, are you sure you want to auction this technique? It’s no ordinary skill; it rivals profound-tier techniques and might even surpass some.”

Ning Jiuyou was slightly taken aback. Although she knew the technique was not inferior, she hadn’t realized it was so formidable.

But she soon composed herself and said, “This is the lowest-level technique I can offer. I don’t have any that are lower than this.”

“I’m penniless and can’t do much at the auction house, so I have no choice but to exchange it for some money.”

Xiao Yan twitched the corners of his mouth involuntarily, growing more curious about Ning Jiuyou’s mysterious background.

What kind of past could allow her to casually produce a technique stronger than a profound-tier skill, yet call it the lowest level?

He steadied himself and said thoughtfully, “Jiuyou, this technique is quite valuable. I can’t say exactly how much it will fetch.”

“But it’s sure to bring a considerable sum. For your safety, though, you should let me handle the auction. I happen to have some items to auction as well.”

Ning Jiuyou nodded and replied, “Alright, then I’ll trouble you.”

Xiao Yan carefully took the technique and said, “Don’t worry, Jiuyou, I’ll make sure everything goes well.”

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“Let’s go; it’s getting late. We should head to the auction house.”

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Xiao Yan and Ning Jiuyou dressed carefully and arrived together at the Mittel Auction House. The building was grand and magnificent, bustling with a crowd that made the atmosphere lively.

Inside, the noise faded into a stark contrast, as if two different worlds had been separated.

The main hall was filled with countless crystal display cases, each containing a variety of rare and exotic items.

Every item had a price tag beneath it, and the prices were steep—at least thirty thousand gold coins—causing many to hesitate.

Xiao Yan led Ning Jiuyou through the hall toward the appraisal room.

Along the way, Ning Jiuyou curiously observed everything around her, her eyes shining with wonder.

Upon arriving at the appraisal room, they met Yafei, the chief auctioneer of Mittel Auction House.

Yafei was graceful and beautiful, smiling warmly at Xiao Yan and Ning Jiuyou.

“Welcome to Mittel Auction House. How may we assist you today?”

Xiao Yan first presented the Foundation-Building Spirit Liquid he intended to auction.

Yafei’s eyes flickered with curiosity upon seeing the liquid.

After Xiao Yan’s explanation, she understood it was a rare second-grade pill that significantly aided the next stage of a fighter’s cultivation.

She handed it to Master Guni for appraisal. After careful examination, Master Guni confirmed the liquid was of superior quality and potency.

Next, Xiao Yan produced Ning Jiuyou’s combat technique.

Yafei took the scroll and unrolled it, revealing a unique cultivation method with exquisite moves and an unusual internal energy flow.

Though well-experienced, Yafei had never encountered such a marvelous combat technique.

Xiao Yan explained, “This technique is called ‘Lingxiao Fist,’ a profound-tier combat skill.”

Hearing this, Yafei’s surprise deepened. She hadn’t expected this black-robed individual to produce such a precious technique.

“Remarkable, both of you have brought such valuable items,” she said.

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“Rest assured, Mittel Auction House will ensure these two items fetch a good price. The auction is about to begin. Please take your seats in the VIP section.”

Yafei arranged for attendants to escort Xiao Yan and Ning Jiuyou to the VIP seats, silently speculating about their origins but showing no outward signs of curiosity.

By now, the auction hall was filled to capacity, with attendees eagerly anticipating the start.

Soon, Yafei stepped onto the auction stage, her voice carrying throughout the hall.

“Welcome to the Mittel Auction House. Today’s auction features many precious items. First, we present the second-grade pill, Foundation-Building Spirit Liquid.”

At the mention of the pill, murmurs arose among the crowd, many eyes burning with desire.

After a detailed introduction of the pill’s effects and rarity, bidding commenced.

As the bids climbed, the price soared until it settled amid fierce competition between Xiao Zhan and Galebi.

Suddenly, Xiao Zhan called out, “Forty thousand!”

Ning Jiuyou was momentarily stunned upon hearing his voice. She glanced at Xiao Yan, a surprised yet amused expression on her face.

“Isn’t that Uncle Xiao Zhan? You’re extorting your own family, you…”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

At this moment, Yao Lao teased in Xiao Yan’s mind, “Xiao Yan, you really play a clever game. In the end, your father foots the bill. Haha.”

Xiao Yan looked at the bidding on the Foundation-Building Spirit Liquid on stage and then at his father not far away, his expression a mixture of wanting to laugh and cry.

He had hoped to make a profit from auctioning the pill, but in the final count, it was his father who paid the price. Such an outcome was truly...

“Next, we present a remarkable profound-tier combat technique—the Wind Sweep Fist.”

Yafei paused, then continued, “This skill channels wind elemental aura. When mastered, it harnesses the power of the wind with astonishing might, making it a rare and extraordinary method.”

She gently unrolled a corner of the scroll, revealing intricate patterns and characters that instantly captivated the audience’s gaze.