Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

“Silver armor… High-grade treasure, thin as cicada wings, very comfortable to wear, with astonishing defensive power.”

“Demon Hunting Sword… Rumored to be a Divine Sword forged by a master of the Creation Realm using Xuantian Demon Iron, invincible, cutting iron as if it were mud.”

“Ancient Elixir Recipe… Records the formula and steps to refine thirty-six different ancient elixirs.”

“Underground Secret Realm Map… Documents a secret realm in the Underworld, rumored to be created by a master of the Creation Realm, likely containing the legacy of a master of the Creation Realm.”

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Gazing at the dazzling descriptions, Lin Feng couldn’t help but be amazed, truly befitting of an auction held in an ancient city like Beihuang City, the items up for auction were far beyond what the auction house in Jialan City could compare to.

Of course, Lin Feng knew that even the Beihuang City auction house was affiliated with the Ancient Jiang Family.

The image of Jiang Yudie, the beautiful face of Miss Jiang of the Jiang Family, surfaced in Lin Feng’s mind. He wondered if Sister Yudie had already left Jialan City?

“Blood Spirit Ghost Face Vine, a demon vine that grows deep within the Underworld, three thousand one hundred years old, is the main ingredient for refining many types of elixirs.”

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s attention locked onto one of the auction items.

It was the Blood Spirit Ghost Face Vine.

“The main ingredient for refining the Ancient Blood Demon Pill,” Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Lin Feng had previously refined the Ancient Blood Spirit Pill, an elixir that enhanced Bloodline Power.

That elixir had fetched a sky-high price at the Jialan City auction.

Whereas the Ancient Blood Demon Pill was an elixir for reviving bloodline memories.

A thought crossed Lin Feng’s mind, “Ziyuan has the bloodline of the Snake Woman, but her bloodline power is not strong. Logically, she should have the Demon Snake Bloodline, right? Why hasn’t it awakened? Is it because the bloodline really isn’t strong? Or has it been deliberately suppressed?”

From Lin Feng’s perspective now, Ziyuan’s Cultivation Talent was not great, mainly because her bloodline was too weak.

If he could awaken the “Demon Snake Bloodline” within Ziyuan’s body, her Cultivation Talent would become incredibly astonishing, perhaps incomparable to those utmost geniuses, but certainly much stronger than the average person.

“It might be worth buying this Blood Spirit Ghost Face Vine and then refining the Ancient Blood Demon Pill for Ziyuan to consume,” Lin Feng thought, “Ziyuan has been in low spirits recently because she is very eager to enhance her Cultivation, but her natural talent is limited.”

Lin Feng clearly understood Ziyuan’s thoughts. She had felt that she was dragging him down during several life-and-death crises and was deeply immersed in self-blame. Although Lin Feng had been consoling her, how could he not know? Ziyuan was still trapped in self-blame, unable to forgive herself, and coupled with her slow Cultivation progress, her mood was getting lower. If this continued, Lin Feng truly worried something might happen to Ziyuan.

You see, often, a person may be perfectly healthy, with no issues at all, but when enveloped by negative emotions, it might lead to severe physical problems, even death.

Conversely, some individuals diagnosed with serious illnesses, seemingly without hope, maintain a positive and optimistic attitude, and eventually, they might even heal themselves.

This is the vast impact that “emotions” can have on a person.

Ziyuan’s emotional downturn, anxiety, self-blame, sadness, and pain were clear in Lin Feng’s eyes, and he felt anxious too. Now, Lin Feng had found a way for Ziyuan to escape these negative emotions.

After deciding to go to the auction, Lin Feng put away the auction strategy. As for other things, he wasn’t particularly interested.

In the following three days, Lin Feng had been comprehending the “Soul Miniature Embracing Sword” soul secret technique. He felt this technique was much more powerful than the “Soul Sword” he had cultivated before. Once successfully cultivated, it would undoubtedly be a terrifying means.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the auction was held.

In front of the auction house, people came and went, bustling, and naturally, not everyone was qualified to enter the auction.

Due to Beihuang City being an ancient city with numerous powerful figures and major forces vying against each other, the spots for the auction were limited to only those with great strength or exceptionally noble backgrounds.

“Stop, youngster; this auction isn’t a place for young people like you. Leave immediately.”

Lin Feng and Ziyuan were stopped by the guards.

Lin Feng flicked his finger, and a card flew out, caught by the Guard Commander.

“This is… a Purple Gold VIP Card!”

The Guard Commander’s face suddenly changed.

This card was given to Lin Feng by Sister Yudie, symbolizing the most prestigious status.

Though Lin Feng’s cultivation wasn’t very high, the Guard Commander, being a cultivator of the Yin Yang Realm, still changed his face repeatedly. Many times, cultivation doesn’t represent everything; some people are born into superpowers, which is an advantage. The world is inherently unfair.

“May I ask how to address this young master?” The Guard Commander carefully inquired, knowing that such a Purple Gold VIP Card was only owned by individuals of Great Ability Level, yet Lin Feng held such a card, which indeed made the Guard Commander feel both curious and puzzled.

“Purple Gold VIP Card, who is that youngster?” Many people wore expressions of astonishment, whether those about to enter the auction or the cultivators looking on, all watched Lin Feng in shock, clearly understanding what that VIP card represented.

“How so? Should entering the auction also dig into my background? Sister Yudie did not mention this when she gave me this VIP card,” Lin Feng said lightly.

Hearing the name “Sister Yudie”, the Guard Commander shook slightly, naturally thinking of Miss Jiang Yudie. He carefully handed back the VIP card and smiled. “So you’re a friend of the Miss. Please don’t blame me, young master; I was just doing my duty.”

Lin Feng nodded, taking back the VIP card.

“If you see the Miss, please convey my regards. I am Situ Ming,” the Guard Commander said, his gaze hopeful.

Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental. A cultivator of the Yin Yang Realm would be considered an important figure in any force, yet in a superpower like the Ancient Jiang Family from the Ancient Times at the Vermilion Bird Platform where gods were appointed, his status was only average. It was indeed terrifying.

“Alright,” Lin Feng nodded.

Situ Ming, the excited Guard Commander, quickly called over a beautiful maidservant and asked her to lead Lin Feng and Ziyuan to the VIP box.

The maidservant, knowing Lin Feng’s “extraordinary status,” carefully attended to them, leading Lin Feng and Ziyuan into the auction house.