"This time, what we're auctioning is a Reincarnation Pill. I'm sure all fellow Daoists here are familiar with it. It allows one to reincarnate directly while retaining their memories. This means gaining the fortunes of reincarnation, returning from death, reviving bones, healing the dead. Owning it is equivalent to having an extra life—a chance to start anew and undo any past regrets."
"This is a rare treasure born of the cycle of samsara itself. It is exceedingly rare, few and far between. With it, one can live a second life. Naturally, its value is extraordinary. Bidding starts at thirty million nether coins. Each increase must be no less than one million."
The proprietress spoke quickly, explaining the Reincarnation Pill's effects clearly and concisely. The starting bid alone—thirty million nether coins—was already astronomical in the Underworld, and few could even afford it. And that was just the opening price. Once bidding began, its final value would surely soar beyond imagination.
"Thirty-five million."
The Red-Robed Ghost King was the first to bid, increasing the price by five million right away—no small move.
"Forty million."
The Undying Ghost King, always determined to get under the Red-Robed King's skin, immediately followed. If he could make the other suffer, he'd do it, regardless of the cost. He was committed to being a thorn in the side.
"Fifty million! This Reincarnation Pill—I, Duotala, will have it!"
The Asura King bid without hesitation, showing a fierce determination to claim the pill. There was even a hint of warning in his tone to the other cultivators present. Competing against him might invite revenge.
After all, he was an Asura King—one who had charged in and out of battlefields of corpses and blood. Few dared provoke such a figure lightly.
But in this moment, even threats from an Asura King weren't enough.
This was the Reincarnation Pill—a beacon of hope for a second life.
No one could resist such a temptation.
In the face of opportunity, all are equal. If you want it, fight for it with your own power.
"Duotala, your swagger might work elsewhere, but it's out of place here in the Yellow Springs Inn. I bid sixty million," said Nalan Rou with a charming smile. Others might fear him, but she clearly didn't. In front of a treasure like this, any friendship could be set aside.
"Very well. Seventy million," Duotala raised the bid again.
Right after that, the Red-Robed Ghost King also continued bidding.
In the face of a treasure like the Reincarnation Pill, there was no such thing as friendship.
"One hundred million!"
Yi Tianxing finally spoke, raising the bid to a staggering nine-figure sum without a second thought.
Yet that wasn't enough to kill the other bidders' desires.
"One hundred and ten million!"
The Red-Robed Ghost King snapped, glaring at Yi Tianxing with icy hostility.
"Two hundred million."
Yi Tianxing calmly increased the bid again.
That felt like a bucket of ice water poured on everyone's heads. Countless cultivators in the auction house gasped, their expressions shocked and complicated.
Was this even an auction anymore? Who bid in hundreds of millions? It was as if money meant nothing to this man. Surely, he wasn't here to seriously participate—wasn't this just smashing the competition with wealth?
"Three hundred million!"
The Asura King sneered, but his face was already shadowed with rage. His killing intent was clear—unnerving and sharp.
"One billion."
Yi Tianxing's voice was calm as he uttered the number.
Hiss!
The entire auction house erupted. Gasps filled the air.
One billion nether coins—this was true madness.
Killing a chicken with a divine sword—one swing and the head was gone.
Even converted to eternal coins, that was still a full one hundred million. A horrifying figure.
Even Zhao Li beside him drew a cold breath. His scalp tingled, staring at Yi Tianxing like he was a walking mountain of treasure—living, breathing, and unfathomably rich.
"He's insane! Who is this guy? I've never heard of someone with such terrifying wealth!"
"I've seen him before—he revealed himself earlier at the Yellow Springs Inn as a Synthesist. He can combine rare treasures and divine weapons. But I never thought his fortune was this vast—this is terrifying!"
"Unbelievable! Even Ghost Kings would struggle to bring out one billion nether coins. And even if they could, it would hurt. Yet he said it like it was nothing. How deep are his pockets?"
Numerous cultivators whispered in shock.
There was no doubt now—Yi Tianxing had left a deep, unforgettable impression.
"Very well, is there anyone who wishes to outbid one billion? This is a Reincarnation Pill, a treasure among treasures. Miss this chance, and who knows when it will appear again."
Even the proprietress was stunned by Yi Tianxing's move. But she quickly realized it was dangerous—for him. A bid this outrageous crushed all competitors' hopes and desire to fight. Despair took over instead. With that, no one else would continue bidding.
Though not her ideal price, it was close enough.
"No higher bids? One billion going once… going twice… sold!"
The hammer fell.
Yi Tianxing, unfazed, handed over one hundred million eternal coins without hesitation. The Reincarnation Pill was now his.
During the whole exchange, countless eyes turned toward Yi Tianxing—some filled with greed, others with murderous intent. Red-Robed Ghost King, Asura King—they were the most intense, their killing intent naked and chilling.
"I suppose I've incited public wrath this time. But so what? I'm leaving the Underworld eventually. What's in my hand is truly mine—everything else is illusion."
Yi Tianxing could clearly see the greed and bloodlust in the others' eyes.
And he knew—once he left the Yellow Springs Inn, people would come for him. Assassinations, ambushes, schemes—they were inevitable. Such was the nature of wealth. Money moves hearts.
"Fellow Daoist Yi, I'm afraid you've made yourself the target of public wrath this time. Playing the lead role comes with great risk."
Zhao Li looked at him strangely.
To a smart man, this behavior was borderline reckless.
"Heh. If soldiers come, I'll block them. If water floods, I'll use earth to stop it. In the end, it's all just a matter of killing."
Yi Tianxing remained calm.
"Bold words, fellow Daoist. Still, for now, you should stay within the Yellow Springs Inn. The Red-Robed Ghost King is already preparing for war. Our ghost officer army is also arriving in waves. Once the battle begins and we slay him, it won't matter what enemies you've made. Using the Yin-Yang Talisman, we can open the Path of Yin and Yang and send you back to the living world."
Zhao Li spoke in a low voice.
Once Yi Tianxing returned to the world of the living, he would be safe. All the troubles of the Underworld would no longer matter.
"When exactly will the assault on the Red-Robed Ghost King begin? How many strong cultivators are joining the battle?"
Yi Tianxing asked curiously.
"The Red-Robed Ghost King doesn't just devour souls of the living, but also spirits of the dead. He's enraged everyone. This time, with us ghost officers leading the charge, many powerhouses have pledged to fight. The Undying Ghost King was the first to respond—he'll send his army to directly assault Scarlet Flame City and pin down the Red-Robed King's forces."
"Also, the Zombie Queen Nalan Rou will join us. And others as well. The Red-Robed King won't escape this time. Our informants have already locked down his movements—he won't slip away."
Zhao Li didn't hesitate.
To him, the Red-Robed Ghost King was already finished.
Especially now—word had it that the Ghost King was desperately refining souls, trying to raise his strength. He knew his situation was dire, and instead of fleeing, he appeared ready for a desperate, bloody final stand.
The auction continued.
"Now auctioning the treasure: Nine Heavens Resting Soil."
The proprietress announced.
"Nine Heavens Resting Soil—a divine heavenly-grade material of endless utility. A treasure of the world itself. Starting price: ten million nether coins."
"Ten billion!"
Yi Tianxing once again opened his mouth, stating a number that crushed the entire hall.
Before anyone else could speak, the price skyrocketed—an instant, merciless kill.
He made it perfectly clear: This treasure is mine. No games. I'm taking it.
The auction fell silent. No one dared continue bidding.
It wasn't that they didn't want to—but they couldn't compete.
Yi Tianxing's method left them with no options—and no temper to even resist.
That said, Yi Tianxing only bid on things he truly wanted.
Lesser treasures he already possessed, or didn't need, were ignored. He didn't waste his wealth frivolously. But when he did act, he delivered a decisive knockout—paying outrageous prices that silenced the room.
Inevitably, every treasure he set his eyes on ended up in his hands.
Unnoticed, the auction came to a smooth conclusion.