Chapter 242: Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin’s Probing
Chapter 242: Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo Chen Xin’s Probing
Ning Fengzhi asked with a hint of testing, "Uncle Jian, can you see through the background of the boy in the silver mask next to Rongrong?"
Chen Xin’s originally casual gaze suddenly froze, like a dull blade suddenly being sharpened.
The fingers holding the wine cup paused slightly as the mental force of a Rank 96 Titled Douluo spread out silently.
Crossing the bustling crowd in the venue, passing row after row of seats, it enveloped toward Lin Qingmo’s direction.
After a short while.
Chen Xin’s brows furrowed tightly, twisting into the shape of the character for ’river’.
The hand holding the wine cup froze, and the amber liquid sloshed against the walls of the cup, nearly splashing out.
His voice held a hint of surprise: "Strange!"
"This kid’s aura is thick, and his spirit power fluctuations are at least at the Spirit Ancestor level."
"But I actually can’t see through him. It’s as if there’s something on him blocking all of my mental force, preventing even a sliver from seeping in."
One must know, he was a Rank 96 Titled Douluo.
He was even a powerhouse who could rank among the top ten among all known Titled Douluos in the human Spirit Master world.
He actually couldn’t figure out the background of a teenage Spirit Ancestor boy?
This was simply utterly unbelievable.
Ning Fengzhi’s gaze darkened further.
His fingertips rubbed the edge of the teacup, his thumb sliding back and forth along the rim; the surprise in his heart was no less than Chen Xin’s.
To be able to block the mental force probe of the Sword Douluo.
What secrets was this boy hiding?
...
In his seat, Lin Qingmo seemed completely unaware of Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo’s gazes.
He still leaned against the back of his chair, turning his head to talk to Xiao Wu beside him.
But only he knew that the moment that condensed mental force swept over, he had already sensed it.
That wisp of mental force was like a cold needle, brushing against the outer edge of his spirit power, attempting to pierce into his body.
His spiritual sea, strengthened by the power of the Gold of Life, instinctively contracted like a touched hedgehog, blocking that "needle" completely on the outside.
’Am I being tested?’
Lin Qingmo thought to himself.
It made sense; Ning Rongrong had been at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy for a while now, so it was impossible for Ning Fengzhi not to know or investigate.
By now, he should have known the reason why Ning Rongrong joined the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and he certainly must have investigated him as well.
These probes were harmless.
...
Fifteen minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Following a crisp chime of a bell.
"Clang—"
The lights of the entire venue dimmed instantly, as if someone had blown out hundreds of lamps in one breath.
Only a single dazzling spotlight lit up on the stage.
The snow-white beam of light hit the center of the stage, blindingly bright.
An enchanting woman in a formal gown walked onto the stage, her high heels clicking "clack-clack" on the floor.
She held an auction gavel in her hand, a proper smile on her face, and bowed slightly to the audience.
"Welcome, distinguished guests, to the Heaven Dou Auction House. I am the auctioneer for this session."
"This auction officially begins now!"
As she finished speaking, a smattering of applause rang out through the venue.
Everyone’s eyes focused on the auction platform,
...
The subsequent auction items appeared one after another, a dazzling array.
From rare medicinal herbs to historical spirit tools, and even several thousand-year Spirit Bones.
Bidding voices rose and fell throughout the hall, the atmosphere growing more and more heated.
Xiao Wu would occasionally make sounds of surprise and curiosity.
However, Lin Qingmo was incredibly calm.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest in a steady rhythm, showing no intention of even touching the bidding paddle in front of him.
He knew very well how scarce Spirit Master resources were in this era.
In a place like this, which was already considered a large-scale auction, the appearance of a ten-to-thirty-thousand-year Spirit Bone would already be Heaven-Defying.
It could only fool the Spirit Masters of this era.
After all, this era was not like the future.
Currently, any Spirit Bone over 50,000 years old could be treated as a supreme treasure of a Sect’s Legacy; bringing one out could trigger a bloody battle.
But ten thousand years later, during the unrivaled tang sect period, these 50,000-year Spirit Bones would be everywhere, and even hundred thousand year spirit rings and Spirit Bones would be abundant.
These things didn’t catch his eye at all; it wasn’t worth wasting gold coins here.
"A-Qing, why aren’t you raising your paddle?"
Xiao Wu leaned in and asked softly, her head almost touching his shoulder.
"Is there nothing you want, A-Qing? There were Spirit Bones just now."
"An eight-thousand-year Spirit Bone isn’t of much use."
Lin Qingmo smiled faintly and explained in a low voice, like teaching a curious child.
"Spirit Bones are different from spirit rings; they must have a high enough compatibility with one’s own Spirit to exert their maximum effect, otherwise they will actually hinder one’s Cultivation."
"Furthermore, Spirit Bones of too low an age offer limited improvement and are a pure waste of money."
"Our best choice for Spirit Bones is to have them all be over ten thousand years; there’s no need to care about thousand-year ones."
Xiao Wu realized the truth and nodded repeatedly, her ponytail swaying along.
"So that’s how it is!"
"That also depends on what kind of Spirit Bone it is."
Ning Rongrong leaned in and said with a smile, her tone carrying the pride of a Young Miss.
"In our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Spirit Bones passed down are all over 50,000 years old."
...
As they were chatting and laughing, a new auction item was pushed onto the stage.
It was an all-black, tight-fitting combat suit.
The material was as thin as gauze, shimmering with a faint, eerie light under the lamps.
Like moonlight reflecting on the surface of a deep pool, it looked to be of extraordinary quality.
"The next item is an excellent aid for agility-attack systemSpirit Masters!"
The auctioneer’s voice rang out again, full of provocation, as if she were selling some rare treasure.
"The Nether Silk Combat Suit, woven from the companion silk of the Ghostshadow Silkworm, can adapt to different male and female body types."
"It can cushion impacts, is worn close to the body, and doesn’t hinder any movement. It’s definitely the best choice for an agility-attack systemSpirit Master!"
"The starting price is 1,000 gold coins, with each increment no less than 500 gold coins!"
As soon as she finished, bidding voices immediately rang out from below.
Quite a few agility-attack systemSpirit Masters became interested.
This thing wasn’t that useful, but it was truly beautiful, with top-tier aesthetics.
So the price soared all the way, like an unbridled horse.
Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze lingered on that combat suit for three breaths.
Just three breaths.
Her fingertips moved slightly on the armrest, like a cat’s claws scratching.
"..."
Her lips pursed, but she didn’t touch the bidding paddle in front of her.
She indeed wanted this combat suit; she felt it would be more comfortable than her tight leather outfit.
But... it was too expensive.
These noble and wealthy people were willing to spend a fortune for its looks, but she didn’t have that much money.
Zhu Zhuqing’s subtle movements did not escape Lin Qingmo’s eyes.
The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile: "Zhuqing, do you want it?"
"Eh?"
Suddenly asked this, Zhu Zhuqing showed a moment of confusion.
And when the bidding reached 5,000 gold coins and no one was adding more—
Lin Qingmo directly picked up the bidding paddle in front of him and raised it.
His tone was flat, but carried an overwhelming confidence: "Ten thousand gold coins."
(End of Chapter)
[Get +50 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]
[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]