NOVGO.NET Chapter 306: Day of Auction
Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Day of Auction
Chapter 306: Day of Auction
The remaining days passed in tranquility.
Rhain did not step foot out of his stone suite, fully immersing himself in cultivating his cores and solidifying his comprehension over his two Origin Domains.
No one came to disturb him.
The mere presence of seven Domain Masters guarding his door was a deterrent to any foolish thugs.
Finally, after more than a week of unbroken silence...
The highly anticipated day of the secret auction arrived.
Rhain adjusted the demonic Asura mask over his face, and finally stepped out of his secure stone suite.
When Rhain pushed open the stone doors, his seven subdued slaves were already waiting for him in the main hall.
The group made their way toward the very center of the Crucible Arena’s inner city.
The destination was a huge fortress-like structure.
Grand Auction House.
It was a territory exclusively owned and operated by the First Seat of the Crucible Throne.
As Rhain approached, the streets were already packed with masked killers.
The auras moving through the crowd were staggering.
Dozens of early and middle-stage Domain Masters walked the avenues, and even the overwhelmingly oppressive pressures of a few late-stage Domain Masters could be felt in the crowd.
But the moment the demonic Asura mask came into view, flanked by an entourage of seven subdued Domain Masters, many eyes immediately locked onto them.
No one dared to stand in his path.
The sight of seven Domain Masters following obediently behind a Core Formation Realm man was a visual that they had never expected to see in their lives.
Rhain ignored the fearful murmurs, and walked directly up to the heavily guarded entrance of the auction house.
Inside the grand lobby, an elite attendant immediately approached Rhain’s group.
The name "Asura" alone commanded profound respect in the arena.
"Lord Asura," the attendant greeted respectfully. "We have prepared a prime VIP booth on the second floor for you. Please, follow me."
In the Crucible Arena, the only truth that matters is power.
Rhain’s slaughter of Bloodaxe had earned him a status that money or status alone could never buy.
Escorted by the respectful attendent, Rhain and his seven slaves were led to a luxurious, array-shielded balcony on the second floor.
The booth offered a perfect, unobstructed view of the massive circular stage below, while completely isolating the occupants’ auras from the thousands of spectators filling the ground floor.
Rhain took a seat on the plush chair, his dark grey eyes swept over the bustling auction floor.
A short while later, the doors of the auction house slammed shut.
The light dimmed, and a pillar of spiritual light illuminated the center of the stage.
Swoosh—!
A figure materialized within the light.
He wore a golden mask and a robe with exquisite embroideries.
The aura radiating off his body was dense, pressing down upon the entire auction house with unquestionable authority.
Late-stage Domain Master!
""That is the Golden Serpent," Peregrine, standing respectfully behind Rhain, whispered. "He is one of the very few trusted subordinates of the First Seat, and the overseer of this auction house. No one dares to cause trouble while he is on stage."
Golden Serpent swept his gaze across the silent hall.
"Welcome, denizens of the Crucible Arena," the Golden Serpent’s voice echoed clearly in the silent room, "You all know the rules. Bids are made exclusively in Blood-Iron Tokens. If you bid what you cannot pay, your life belongs to the First Seat."
He didn’t waste time on flowery pleasantries.
With a sharp wave of his hand, a graceful female attendant carried out a glowing silver platter covered in red silk.
"A peak Epic-Grade Heavy Saber! Forged from the spine of a Deep-Earth Drake! Starting bid: Fifty Blood-Iron Tokens!"
The first phase of the auction commenced.
For the next hour, a continuous stream of peak Epic-Grade weapons, defensive talismans, and high-tier martial arts was presented.
Down on the ground floor, the Core Formation cultivators and rogue mercenaries bid fiercely, their eyes red with greed.
Prices steadily climbed from fifty to several hundred Blood-Iron Tokens.
But the Domain Masters didn’t even bat an eye.
Epic-Grade items were simply beneath their notice.
Rhain sat calmly in his chair, not bidding even once.
He wasn’t here for weapons or pills. He had mountains of flawless Epic-Grade and Mystic-Grade pills in his spatial ring.
He was only waiting for that one specific disguise technique.
Finally, after an hour of frantic bidding, the Golden Serpent raised his hand, silencing the hall.
"The warm-up is over," the Golden Serpent announced, his voice rising an octave. "We now move to the Mystic-Grade treasures."
The atmosphere in the auction house underwent a clear shift.
The Core Formation cultivators immediately fell silent, knowing they were priced out of the market.
The oppressive auras from the VIP booths suddenly sharpened, leaning forward in anticipation.
"First Mystic-Grade item!"
An attendant brought forward a glowing crystalline stand.
Resting upon it was a beautiful set of light armor.
It was woven from a translucent blue silk, and intricate frost-like array patterns were carved into the delicate shoulder guards and chest plate.
It radiated an incredibly pure, icy aura that chilled the air around the stage.
"Mystic-Grade Defensive Artifact: Glacial Silk Armor!" the Golden Serpent boomed. "Forged from the scales of a Domain Master-level Frost Leviathan! It can easily absorb three full-powered strike from an early-stage Domain Master without transferring a single ounce of force to the wearer! Starting bid: One thousand Blood-Iron Tokens!"
A collective gasp swept through the ground floor.
One thousand Blood-Iron tokens! Ten billion Aetherium Crystals! And that was just the starting bid!
in the VIP booth, Rhain, who had been completely uninterested in the auction until now, slowly sat up straight.
He didn’t care about the defensive properties for himself.
His Abyssal Sovereign Physique was far tougher than any so-called Leviathan scale.
But looking at the elegant, icy-blue armor, an image instantly surfaced in his mind.
Seris.
His gaze locked onto the beautiful, blue light armor.
It was delicate, elegant, and radiated a pure aura.
’Perfect,’ Rhain thought, a rare, gentle softness flashing deep within his dark grey eyes beneath the demonic mask. ’The will perfectly suit her. And it will provide her with an additional layer of protection.’
He didn’t care about the price. He wanted it for his wife.
"One thousand and one hundred tokens!" a gruff voice echoed from one of the adjacent VIP booths.
"One thousand and two hundred tokens!" an early-stage Domain Master countered from the floor.
"One thousand and five hundred tokens!" a female voice rang out from the upper tiers.
The bidding war for the Mystic-Grade armor was fierce.
The ability to passively block three Domain Master strikes was an invaluable life-saving trump card.
"One thousand and seven hundred tokens!" the gruff voice roared again, determined to crush the competition.
The hall briefly fell silent.
One thousand and seven hundred Blood-Iron Tokens was a massive fortune, even for a middle-stage Domain Master.
"One thousand tokens going once..." the Golden Serpent announced.
Rhain raised his hand, resting his fingers casually on the edge of his balcony.
"Two thousand five hundred," Rhain stated.
His deepend, chilling voice sliced through the auction house like a blade of ice.
Thousands of heads snapped toward Rhain’s VIP booth.
Two thousand five hundred Blood-Iron Tokens?
Twenty-five billion Aetherium Crystals!
It was an overwhelming display of wealth.