The white-haired auctioneer approached the massive ore and ran his fingers across its rough, dark surface before turning toward the audience. His tone was unhurried and calm.
"This is a piece of Heavenly Ore. Countless ages ago, it fell from beyond the heavens into our Great Thousand Worlds, where it slumbered for unnumbered years before finally being unearthed."
"The ore's composition is unlike any known mineral in our world—its hardness is astonishing. Ordinary methods cannot melt or even scratch it."
"According to the assessment of our Auction Pavilion, this ore might be used to forge a Peerless Saint Artifact. Such an artifact cannot be measured by mere Sovereign Spiritual Liquid! Yet, the Pavilion has decided to start the bidding at only one hundred million Sovereign Spiritual Liquid!"
"Everyone, a treasure like this—miss it now, and you may never see another!"
When the auctioneer finished, the hall did not erupt in bids as expected. Instead, silence fell—followed by waves of laughter.
"Hahaha! Old Mo, your Pavilion still hasn't given up trying to sell that useless rock? I've seen this thing fail to sell at least twice already."
"If it could truly forge a Peerless Saint Artifact, I'd bid even if it ruined me—but who can possibly refine it?"
"This thing can't be cut, burned, or sensed through. We're not fools to gamble away our Sovereign Spiritual Liquid on some so-called 'heavenly ore'!"
Their mocking voices cut through the auctioneer's words, exposing what was clearly an overused sales pitch.
Old Mo's eyes flickered with helplessness, though he kept a practiced smile. When the Pavilion had first acquired the ore, it had caused quite the sensation—even alarming the upper echelons.
Its strength was both its glory and its curse. Such hardness was rare in the Great Thousand Worlds, but because no method could melt it, no one could forge it into anything, let alone a Peerless Saint Artifact.
It was rare, yes—but ultimately useless.
Every few years, the Pavilion would bring it out again, hoping some gullible buyer might be seduced by the legend of Peerless Saint Artifacts.
"One hundred million Sovereign Spiritual Liquid!"
Liu Xi's calm voice rang out. His tone was casual, as if that enormous sum meant nothing.
Old Monster Xuan Pao looked faintly surprised but said nothing. As a servant, he had no right to question his master's choices. And besides—one hundred million? That was nothing. He knew Liu Xi had drained nearly all the wealth of the West Heaven Continent. Saying Liu Xi was rich enough to rival a continent was no exaggeration.
Bodhisattva was even less concerned. Wealth meant little to him, and from his perspective as a divine entity, the ore truly carried no traces of the Great Thousand Worlds—it might indeed be something that had fallen from the heavens.
The crowd's reactions varied. Some sneered silently, thinking Liu Xi was a fool. Others whispered kindly, trying to dissuade him.
"Brother, don't be impulsive!"
"Don't listen to that old man's nonsense. Heavenly ore, Peerless Saint Artifact—pure fabrication! Don't get fooled!"
The auctioneer's face flushed red. "Nonsense? When has an auctioneer ever spoken nonsense? Since this young lord has bid, the Heavenly Ore belongs to him!"
He spoke so quickly that no one had time to react—afraid Liu Xi might change his mind.
Liu Xi was gambling. He had no idea if the ore could truly be forged into a Peerless Saint Artifact. But to him, one hundred million Sovereign Spiritual Liquid was trivial.
Where others saw precious resources, he saw only numbers.
Even if the ore couldn't be used, it would make an impressive collectible.
The matter was settled.
The long-unsold ore had finally found a "buyer," and Old Mo looked positively thrilled as he ordered the ore removed from the stage and hurried on to the next item.
The Commerce Continent truly lived up to its reputation.
One rare treasure after another appeared—spiritual herbs, divine arts, mystical minerals.
Eight-Petal Spirit Orchid, Cloudrain Divine Ganoderma…
Many of these Liu Xi had never even heard of, yet their Spiritual Energy was strong and pure. For him, that was enough.
As an Alchemy Master, he could determine each herb's properties simply by letting his Spiritual Energy flow through it. From there, he could adapt recipes freely.
After all, the herbs of the Great Thousand Worlds differed from those of the Dou Qi Continent. Rigidly following old recipes here would only make him seem like a third-rate alchemist.
In addition to the Heavenly Ore, Liu Xi also purchased Deep Sea Heavy Silver and Earth Core Magnetite—all rare and valuable materials.
When nothing else piqued his interest, he left the auction hall. Several cultivators hesitated, then followed, clearly hoping to befriend him.
Liu Xi waved a hand, and Old Monster Xuan Pao dismissed them coldly.
Back in their private room, a short while later, Zhao Yuanyuan entered—her face glowing, eyes bright with excitement.
"Sir," she said joyfully, "after appraisal, the total value of your treasures is two hundred twenty-four billion Sovereign Spiritual Liquid! Our Pavilion simply can't gather that much liquid…"
As she spoke, she handed over two scrolls.
"One is the valuation list of your treasures. The other records all the Spiritual Herbs, rare minerals, and high-tier Divine Arts our Pavilion can offer in exchange. Please, take your time selecting."
Liu Xi accepted the scrolls and unrolled the one listing the Pavilion's resources. He trusted Zhao Yuanyuan wouldn't dare tamper with such an official record.
Standing silently at the side, Zhao Yuanyuan looked almost demure, carefully watching his expression. Securing this transaction would equal several years' worth of the Pavilion's total profit—she only feared he might change his mind.
As Liu Xi's Spiritual Perception flowed into the scroll, a vast archive unfolded before him—thousands of entries, each describing a treasure in detail.
"Moonlight Ganoderma, Clear Spirit Fruit, Undying Grass…"
He read aloud thousands of names in one breath. Among them were rare herbs and common ones alike, but all possessed the medicinal properties he required.
With these, he could refine the Emperor Pill—the true Emperor Pill.
In the original novel that embryonic pill, once created by Hun Tiandi through the blood sacrifice of the entire Dou Qi Continent, had only been a crude imitation. Now, in the Great Thousand Worlds, Liu Xi finally had the materials to complete it for real.
The resources here were overwhelming—truly an alchemist's paradise.
"These Spiritual Herbs—whatever you have, I'll take all of them."
He added casually, "Also, materials like Fine Iron, Scarlet Copper, Flame Spirit Jade, and Fire Essence Marrow—collect as much as possible. The more, the better."
Zhao Yuanyuan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, her delicate lips parting in surprise. On her stunning face, that look was unexpectedly charming.
This was a colossal deal.
"Sir, if you give me some time, I can mobilize the entire Merchant Continent's resources for you!"
"Excellent," Liu Xi said with a smile.
With this, the materials for refining the Emperor Pill were finally within his grasp.
(End of Chapter)
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