Here is Chapter 18 of Heaven Auctioneer: Monarchs of the Million Realm, in full, with a high word
Chapter 18: The Grand Auction of Ten Thousand Stars
The Lower Realms trembled.
For months, rumors had circulated about a once-in-a-generation auction that would change the fate of all powers across a million supporting realms. An auction so grand it attracted not only saints and sovereigns, but whispers from beyond the Upper Realms themselves.
Yet the one who orchestrated it—Li Xuan—remained hidden in shadow.
He watched, not as a participant, but as the unseen puppeteer behind the curtain, pulling threads of karma, greed, and ambition.
The Auction Hall had been transformed. A celestial construct now floated above the central realm, its walls forged from fragments of fallen divine weapons and celestial beast bones. Each seat was engraved with karmic contracts. Every breath drawn inside was bound by oath—betrayal meant soul obliteration.
Seven massive tiers formed the seating:
The bottom for minor sects and rogue cultivators.
The second for clan patriarchs and high elders.
The third for regional sovereigns.
The fourth for saint-level figures of ancient sects.
The fifth and sixth for chosen representatives of hidden forbidden families.
And the seventh—left mostly empty—was reserved for entities beyond mortal comprehension.
The host of the event was not Li Xuan.
It was General Zhu Yan, the Auction Devil—one of Li Xuan's Seven Generals.
He stood with a smile too wide and voice too calm, cloaked in red robes made from karma silk. Every movement radiated both elegance and suppressed danger.
"My honored guests... welcome to the Grand Auction of Ten Thousand Stars. May your greed illuminate the path to your destruction—or transcendence."
Cheers, roars, and cold silence greeted him, each from different tiers of cultivator might.
But Li Xuan didn't hear those sounds.
He sat in a sealed chamber hidden beneath the auction throne. In front of him floated nine Karmic Mirrors, each tied to one of the key bidders. From these mirrors, he observed their desires, weaknesses, and soul fluctuations.
He didn't need to see their bids.
He was watching their hearts.
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The auction began with standard items—divine herbs, ancient pill cauldrons, runic techniques.
Then came forbidden arts, mysterious fragments from destroyed realms, even a shard of an immortal's skeletal core—its owner now unknown.
Prices soared to levels unseen in a thousand years.
Armies were sold. Secrets were traded. Entire sects pledged allegiance as currency.
But the real treasures were yet to come.
General Zhu Yan announced them one by one:
A sealed beast egg rumored to come from the Ancient Realms.
A black lotus imbued with pure negative karma.
A soul-forged sword that devoured its wielder's lifespan for power.
And finally… Lot 999.
"The Divine Seed of Reincarnation," Zhu Yan declared.
The room fell into deathly silence.
No one spoke.
Because such a treasure didn't just grant power. It allowed the soul to restart—with all memories intact. A second life. A chance to undo mistakes, escape enemies, or conquer destiny itself.
The bidding war began.
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From the first bid, entire factions began to crumble.
Realm Sovereigns tore their own souls for karmic leverage.
Saints offered their ancestral legacies.
An elder of the Black Sky Sect sacrificed a million cultivators as a blood price.
And behind it all… Li Xuan weaved karma threads, ensuring that each bid came with an invisible chain. A curse. A debt. A connection to his growing web of fate.
None would leave the auction free.
None would forget his grasp.
Even those who won had already lost.
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At the final moment, just before the seed was sold, a ripple spread through the hall.
A Forbidden Clan emissary—masked, ethereal, and partially fused with void energy—stood and raised a crystal skull.
With a voice that echoed through space, they offered it:
"The Memory of a Lost Immortal."
Even General Zhu Yan faltered.
But Li Xuan smiled behind the mirror.
He had been waiting for this.
Because that skull was no gift—it was a trap. He had planted it decades ago, sold to a pawn, who then traded it up through karmic cycles until it reached this moment.
The auction accepted it.
The seed was traded.
And in that moment—Li Xuan's karma loop closed.
All those who interacted with the skull—more than 600 saint-level cultivators and thousands of realm-level elites—were now linked to him.
Their karma was his.
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The auction concluded amid fire and shadow.
Some sects celebrated victory.
Others were marked for slow ruin.
But in the deepest chamber of the Heaven Auction House, Li Xuan stood alone before the Karmic Monolith.
Whispers of all those connected to him now filled the air like chanting ghosts.
And from the shadows behind the monolith…
A figure emerged.
Cloaked in ancient light, eyes like burning suns, yet form not fully present.
An Immortal Fragment.
"You move like the Old Ones, child," the fragment said, voice hollow. "Are you their heir… or their destroyer?"
Li Xuan didn't answer.
Instead, he raised his hand and pulled karma from the air.
The fragment flinched.
It recognized him now.
Not as a mortal.
But as a seed of calamity.
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End of Chapter 18.