Chapter 113: The Extreme Yang Sea Eye

The old man frowned. Although Zhao Feng appeared extremely mysterious, that was no excuse for him to cut off his revenue.

Glancing at Zhao Feng, the old man declared, "Since there are no higher bids, this item will be withdrawn from the auction!"

"Gasp!" The crowd erupted in an uproar. Though Zhao Feng seemed mysterious, the backing behind the old man was undeniably formidable.

Zhao Feng furrowed his brow. Was he being targeted?

The old man shouted, "Now, we begin with the second lot!"

The crowd offered a few perfunctory claps, waiting for the old man to continue. He lifted a red cloth, revealing a ginseng root hidden underneath.

"Whoa!" The crowd was astonished.

"Is that a spiritual herb?"

"That can't be right!"

"Heh, heh, heh!" The old man chuckled. "This is a sub-spiritual herb, only a hair's breadth away from being a first-grade spiritual herb!"

So-called first-grade spiritual herbs were on the same level as flying swords. These were merely terms used in the secular world; in the true Immortal Sects, such labels did not exist.

The old man smiled. "The starting price for this sub-spiritual herb is six million, with minimum increments of one million!"

"I bid seven million!" someone immediately called out.

The crowd turned to see that the bidder was once again the Tyrant Blade, Wang Hu. They frowned.

"Where does this Tyrant Blade Wang Hu get so much money?"

"Indeed, indeed!"

Wang Hu gave a cold laugh. "Aren't you all being a bit too nosy?"

The crowd fell silent, not daring to provoke him. Among them, Wang Hu was already at the ceiling of power; unless Zhao Feng stepped in, no one was a match for him. In the end, Wang Hu successfully secured the sub-spiritual herb.

Time passed. Two hours later, it was finally time for the Sun-Scorching Fruit. The old man grew grave.

"Everyone, the following item will certainly not disappoint!"

The crowd blinked. "What is it?"

"Yes, tell us!"

"I know! It's the Sun-Scorching Fruit!"

"The Sun-Scorching Fruit??"

"Exactly!"

"That's a spiritual herb!"

"What??!" The crowd shrieked in disbelief. "It’s actually a spiritual herb? I’ve never seen one in my life!"

"Me neither!"

The old man was very satisfied with their reaction. He waved his hand, and a beautiful young woman pushed a small cart forward. She reached the old man and bowed slightly. The old man nodded, waved his hand, and the attendant hurried away.

He looked at the crowd with a grin. "Gentlemen, this is the Sun-Scorching Fruit!"

*Whoosh!* The old man whipped off the red cloth.

*Boom!* A brilliant, fiery red light flooded the entire room. The crowd was stunned.

"So this is the Sun-Scorching Fruit?!"

"It really is a spiritual herb; it possesses such intense manifestations!"

"What's the price??" everyone shouted.

The old man smiled enigmatically. "Gentlemen, this item is not for sale for money!"

"Then what do you want??"

"Barter," the old man replied calmly.

"Barter??"

"Yes!"

The expressions in the crowd varied; some were excited, others frustrated. The condition of bartering scared off many.

"What kind of items are you looking for?" Wang Hu asked.

The crowd looked at him in shock. "It's this Wang Hu again; why is he so wealthy?"

"He's too mysterious!"

"Could he be a descendant of some great sect?"

"If not for that young man, I’d say Wang Hu is the most mysterious person here!"

"True!"

Everyone turned to the old man. He did not waste words. "We want a second-grade magical artifact, or a second-grade medicinal pill!"

"Gasp!" An uproar ensued.

"This old man really knows how to gouge people!"

"Exactly! The Sun-Scorching Fruit is only second-grade, and it's an immature herb at that. He actually wants a second-grade artifact!"

The old man looked a bit embarrassed and chuckled. "Gentlemen, you don't realize how much effort we spent to obtain this Sun-Scorching Fruit!"

"What do you mean?"

"Heh, heh, heh! We acquired this fruit from an Extreme Yang Sea Eye in the Atlantic Ocean!"

The crowd was shocked once more. "An Extreme Yang Sea Eye? What is that?"

"Heh, heh!" The old man laughed. "An Extreme Yang Sea Eye is a geomantic treasure spot that nurtures the essence of Extreme Yang!"

"What is the essence of Extreme Yang?"

At this moment, everyone was stunned. However, one person was even more so: Zhao Feng. He stared at the old man.

"There is actually an Extreme Yang Sea Eye in the secular world??!" Zhao Feng exclaimed.

*Hoo!* Zhao Feng exhaled, feeling a surge of excitement. If such a thing truly existed, the most precious thing wasn't the fruit, but the essence of Extreme Yang itself. He could use it to cultivate; perhaps his breakthrough lay within that Sea Eye.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath. "Where is the Extreme Yang Sea Eye??"

However, the old man didn't even glance at him, continuing to speak to the others. "The Extreme Yang Sea Eye is naturally formed. It is said that in ancient times, it could nurture Divine Fetuses!"

"Gasp!" The crowd stirred. "Divine Fetuses? What are those?"

"Another new term!"

The crowd clamored, "Old man, tell us quickly—what are the Sea Eye and the Divine Fetuses?"

"Heh, heh!" The old man smiled. "I cannot say more, but I can tell you this! Today's auction is merely a formality; our true purpose is to recruit you to explore the Extreme Yang Sea Eye with us!"

"Good!" Wang Hu shouted. "I'm in!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Everyone began raising their hands. "I'm in!" "Me too!"

The crowd scrambled to sign up, terrified of missing out. Zhao Feng's face darkened. From start to finish, the old man had ignored him completely. He was looking down on him.

Zhao Feng stood up slowly and walked toward the old man.

"What are you doing?" the old man asked.

Before he could finish, Zhao Feng reached out his right hand and, under the old man's stunned gaze, snatched the Sun-Scorching Fruit.

The old man blinked, utterly bewildered. "Where is the Extreme Yang Sea Eye??"

"Ah!" The old man let out a shrill, eunuch-like scream. "You stole the Sun-Scorching Fruit!"

Zhao Feng tucked the fruit away. "I will ask you one last time: where is the Extreme Yang Sea Eye??"

"You're courting death!!"

*Boom!* The old man unleashed his spiritual energy. The audience was stunned; they hadn't expected someone so bold as to resort to robbery. They knew the auction house had powerful backing.

The old man channeled his energy, and a white flying sword materialized in his hand. He gestured with his fingers, and the sword shot toward Zhao Feng in a flash.

"Hmph!" Zhao Feng snorted. Barehanded, he reached out and caught the flying sword.