"Out with it already, don't stand there stammering like a child," Le Zheng'en scolded.
"Ol… General, are you going to Mingdu to attend that Longevity Pill auction?" Le Zhengming asked cautiously.
Le Zheng'en nodded and said:"It's now almost certain that this pill, which extends one's life by a hundred years, is real."
"With such a miraculous medicine, I must fight for it. Your grandfather's days are numbered—he has only a few months left. If we obtain this pill, he can live another century."
"This is not only for the sake of family bonds, but also for the future development of our clan. If your grandfather can live another hundred years, then with me, the Le family will have two beings at the peak of existence."
"Your grandfather is still a quasi-god. With the two of us present, the Le family's position in the South will rise even further, laying a firmer foundation for future generations."
"Beyond status, it will also grant your grandfather more time to comprehend the secrets within our bloodline."
"Our Sacred Angel family descends from the lineage of the Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff of twenty thousand years ago. That man attained godhood. In a sense, we are all descendants of a god. Within our bloodline may lie the secrets of becoming divine. If we can unearth it, perhaps there truly is a chance to reach that realm."
"Although the likelihood is slim—since none of our forebears succeeded—we must make the attempt."
"If Father can live another hundred years, even if he cannot fully unlock the bloodline's secrets, he will surely make new progress and leave behind invaluable experience for future generations."
"And if by chance he succeeds… then for our entire family, it would be a blessing from the heavens."
By now, Le Zheng'en's blood was already boiling with excitement.
Hearing his words, Le Zhengming also grew excited. The thought of godhood thrilled his nerves, making it hard for him to contain himself.
Their bloodline was their greatest treasure, waiting to be unearthed. If they could unlock its full potential, then godhood might no longer be a dream.
Le Zheng'en quickly calmed his emotions, then waved his hand at Le Zhengming."Go and see to what I instructed you."
"You'd better not botch this. Be it money or manpower, everything must be ready on time. That pill is mine, no matter what. If I don't get it because of you, see how I deal with you."
"Yes, sir!" Le Zhengming answered immediately with a military salute.
In the following days, with rumors fermenting, Mingdu had already become the focal point of the continent.
Nobles of great clans and high-ranking military officials flooded into the city, all preparing to attend the auction.
With so many powerful figures arriving, the governor of Mingdu felt overwhelmed. How to maintain public order and prevent chaos had become his greatest headache.
This matter involved too many big names, many of whom he could not afford to offend. One misstep, and his position as governor would be jeopardized.
He was probably the person who least wished for this auction to take place. If not for this Longevity Pill, where would all this trouble have come from?
Now, saying the Longevity Pill had captured the attention of the entire populace was no exaggeration. Yet, publicity had not mentioned the Dragon Phoenix Hall, leaving them relatively undisturbed these past days.
This was deliberate on Yun Ze's part. Only on the day of the auction would he publicly associate the pill with the Dragon Phoenix Hall.
At that point, he would showcase a display of strength to awe the crowd. This way, it would create maximum impact while avoiding unnecessary trouble beforehand.
If the Dragon Phoenix Hall had been revealed early, countless people would have come knocking at their doors daily. Handling them one by one would have been far too troublesome.
Just like the Sun Moon Auction House: in recent days, its doors had been swarmed, besieged by people demanding details about the pill, to the point business could hardly continue.
If not for the person in charge solemnly swearing on the Auction House's reputation that the pill was not in their possession, they might have been robbed already—by thieves powerful enough to destroy the entire auction house.
Thus, the pill's sensation brought the auction house both joy and worry.
The joy: the greater the sensation, the higher their renown would climb. And the pill would surely fetch a sky-high price. With the house's guaranteed minimum 5% commission on items worth over 100 million, they were set to profit enormously.
The worry: maintaining order on the day of the auction would be anything but easy!
As for Yun Ze, he only paid cursory attention to the uproar. It did not stir much emotion in him. His daily life continued as usual.
For the past month, he spent most of his days on the fourth floor of the library. His reading efficiency was astonishing—averaging one book every three days.
He had essentially mastered the manufacturing of black mechas, even correcting errors he found in the texts, effectively upgrading the designs.
At present, these improvements remained theoretical, as he had not yet built one. The true results of the upgrade would only be known once he succeeded in constructing a mecha.
After mastering the mecha designs, he moved on to studying materials about soul tools, once again immersing himself for entire days at a time.
The night before the auction, Yun Ze asked Gu Yuena to gather Di Tian and the others for a short meeting, mainly to go over the arrangements for the next day.
That night, many people across Mingdu fell asleep with anticipation in their hearts.
The following day, the auction was scheduled for 4 p.m. But from the early morning, heated discussions about it filled the air. The possible final price of the pill was the hottest topic.
Major live-stream platforms and media crews staked out the auction house from dawn, eager to secure the best filming spots.
This auction was destined to be written into history. With nationwide attention, no journalist dared miss it.
The auction house had already submitted a defense request to the police. By noon, five hundred officers surrounded the site to maintain order.
At 2 p.m., the auction house opened its doors. Staff laid down golden carpets—the mark of the highest-level auction.
There would be only this single auction today. All staff were dedicated solely to its success.
From 2:30 onward, qualified guests were escorted into the venue. Without exception, all entrants were worth at least ten billion.
Both soul masters and ordinary people entered. Although most of the world's wealth was held by soul master powers, there were still many extraordinarily rich mortals.
These mortals, in fact, desired longevity even more. For them, living to one hundred was already a luxury. Now, with a chance to extend life by another century, how could they stay calm? How could they not fight for it?
Some tycoons were even prepared to spend their entire fortune for one more hundred years of life. Their determination to win was clear.
It was worth noting that each guest was allowed to bring only one companion or attendant—no more.
This was both for safety reasons and to ensure more room for bidders inside.
Aside from the main entrance, there was also a special passage, reserved for the true VIPs.
Those who entered via this passage were personally received by the auction house's director, who would accompany them with utmost courtesy all the way to their private box.