Chapter 252: Mo Tianxing: I'm Drenched in Sweat, Brother!
This magical beast's corpse was quite large, but it was clearly long dead. Its entire body was dried out like jerky, and the most eye-catching feature was its enormous wings, now reduced to stark white bones.
The wings were particularly unusual. Their material resembled jade, emitting a faint glow. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that these wings still contained some kind of extraordinary energy.
And for such energy to remain even after death, this beast had undoubtedly possessed a high cultivation level in life.
"Hehe, this magical beast's corpse was something our Black Emperor Sect discovered by chance in a mountain ravine. After our Sect Master personally examined it, he determined that this beast had been on the verge of breaking into the eighth tier—a peerless beast of terror!"
The white-haired elder gave a small smile, then spoke with solemnity.
As soon as his words fell, a wave of astonishment spread through the hall. A magical beast about to reach the eighth tier? Wouldn't that make it equivalent to a human Dou Venerate? At that level, such beasts were virtually godlike—possessing nearly eternal lifespans. How could such a creature have ended up dead here?
In the midst of this shocked reaction, Xiao Yuan's gaze locked onto the beast's corpse. After a moment, her focus shifted to the jade-like wings, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.
That was the corpse of a Heavenly Demon Phoenix!
Earlier, she had obtained the crafting method for the Sky Swallowing Nine-Wing Technique—a flying Dou Technique—from the unlucky Yan Luotian of the Golden Swallow Sect.
Xiao Yuan had long been eyeing a Heavenly Demon Phoenix for this purpose.
But finding one on her own would've been next to impossible.
Unless she traveled to Central Plains and ambushed a member of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan, then ripped off their wings.
Honestly, not easy.
After all, the corpse before her had almost reached the eighth tier.
Xiao Yuan wanted wings of similar quality.
But Heavenly Demon Phoenixes were too fast—if one at the Dou Zong level fled at full speed, even she couldn't guarantee catching them.
So now, being able to get a pair of Heavenly Demon Phoenix wings this easily was a stroke of great luck.
Xiao Yuan gently flicked her wrist, and a golden scroll flashed into existence. With a casual toss, she threw it to Xiao Yan.
"Brother, what's this?"
Xiao Yan looked at the scroll marked with the five large characters "Sky Swallowing Nine-Wing Technique," and asked with some confusion.
"Open it and see for yourself."
Xiao Yuan smiled.
She didn't intend to keep it for herself.
She planned to throw Xiao Yan under the bus, have him chased by the Heavenly Demon Phoenix clan—force him to cultivate faster.
After all, if you want speed, you've got to pay a price!
What bad intentions could Xiao Yuan have? She just wanted to help Xiao Yan cultivate the same three-in-one bloodline power as in the original timeline.
On the other side, Xiao Yan began studying the scroll.
Soon, he understood what Xiao Yuan meant.
The Sky Swallowing Nine-Wing Technique was a special kind of evolving flight technique. Its power depended entirely on the materials used in crafting it. With high-grade materials, even Dou Zong experts could benefit greatly. With poor materials, though, it was barely worth anything.
The most important material for crafting the Nine Wings was, unsurprisingly, the wings of flying magical beasts—and the corpse before him fit that requirement perfectly.
With his strong soul perception, Xiao Yan could faintly sense the abundant, pure energy within those jade-like bone wings. So he was inclined to believe the elder's claim that this had once been an eighth-tier beast. After all, to still retain such energy after death—it was a first in Xiao Yan's experience.
He was sure that if these wings were used to craft the Nine Wings technique, its speed would be unrivaled even among Dou Zong experts. Even if he couldn't win a fight, escaping would be more than possible.
But…
What did Third Brother mean by showing him this Dou Technique?
"You know my trump cards. This thing could help me, but it'll be more useful for you."
Xiao Yuan said calmly.
"Brother, I can't accept this," Xiao Yan frowned, immediately trying to refuse.
"Why not? In half a year, I'll break through to Dou Zong. With my Wind and Thunder Dou Qi, and Three Thousand Lightning Movement, how much of a boost do you think these wings would give me?"
Xiao Yuan's tone grew stern.
"I'm giving you this because you need it more—because it will do more for you than for me. Besides, when I say I'm giving you something, do you dare refuse?"
By the end of her sentence, Xiao Yuan's face had turned completely serious.
"Brother…"
Of course Xiao Yan didn't dare. And Xiao Yuan made sense—they were real siblings, no need to be so polite.
"Then… thanks, Third Brother."
Xiao Yan muttered.
"What are you thanking me for? It's not like I'm giving it to you for free. You'll help me refine some pills in return."
Xiao Yuan chuckled, her gaze returning to the auction stage.
This odd item had indeed drawn attention from the powerful factions in the VIP seats. A magical beast on the verge of reaching the eighth tier was a terrifying concept to all of them. If the corpse still carried even a trace of its former aura, the strongest attendees would have bolted instantly. At their level, they understood better than anyone how frightening such a beast could be.
Luckily, it was just a dried-out corpse—who knows how many years dead. With no signs of life, curiosity won over fear. People began whispering amongst themselves, clearly interested.
On the auction stage, the white-haired elder smiled at the murmuring VIP guests. He knew these were the ones with the real wealth. Only they could offer items that the Black Emperor Sect truly desired.
"Hehe, everyone, since obtaining this corpse, we of the Black Emperor Sect have preserved it perfectly—no damage at all. I can also assure you, we have never tampered with the corpse. Meaning, we don't know what's inside. Whether there's a nearly-formed tier-eight magic core or not, we truly don't know."
The elder smiled as he spoke.
His words were like a bombshell. Everyone knew that such beasts were practically made of treasure. The hide could be used for armor, the claws sharper than special metals, the blood brimming with explosive energy—ideal for alchemists. And most importantly—the magic core. The energy within a near-tier-eight core was unimaginable!
Altogether, the corpse's potential value was incalculable. The elder's statement made the price skyrocket instantly.
"Cut the crap and start the bidding!"
Impatient whispers filled the hall until a man in the VIP area finally shouted.
The elder's smile didn't falter. He shook his head gently and said, "Distinguished guests, as you all know, a magical beast of this level can no longer be valued in coins. Therefore, this auction will not accept gold—we're trading item for item!"
Many in the VIP area frowned and fell silent. Coins could always be earned again, but trading real treasures? That hurt. No one wanted to give up something they cherished.
Seeing the crowd go silent, the elder kept smiling, but sweat was now seeping down his back. The truth was, the corpse wasn't quite as valuable as he'd claimed. Otherwise, the Black Emperor Sect wouldn't have auctioned it. After so many years, the energy traces inside were minimal.
They'd even used secret techniques to scan it—very little blood, no trace of a magic core. If not for the illusion of value they'd crafted, they wouldn't have saved this for the auction.
And the VIPs weren't stupid. If there had been a tier-eight core, the Black Emperor Sect would've dissected the beast and sold the parts—not the whole corpse.
As for the elder's "guarantees," they sounded like hollow flattery from a courtesan—completely unconvincing.
Seconds passed. The hall remained silent. The elder's back was drenched. The Sect had pinned high hopes on this corpse. If it didn't sell, he'd be held responsible.
As the silence dragged on, just when the elder couldn't take it anymore, Xiao Yuan smiled and spoke, her voice cool and clear:
"Two Dou Spirit Pills."
The sudden bid caused a stir. Dou Spirit Pills could directly raise a Dou Wang's power—highly coveted by many. At that level, even a single rank could take years of effort, but one pill could bridge the gap instantly.
Xiao Yuan and Xiao Yan weren't impressed, of course—they were well past that level.
Such pills were rarely sold; they were too valuable for sects to part with. So when someone offered two for the corpse, the crowd was stunned. All eyes turned to the central VIP box.
The others in the VIP section were calmer—they knew this woman's terrifying strength. A Dou Zong killer and a sixth-tier alchemist. No surprise she could offer such a bid.
The elder felt a weight lift at hearing the offer. But he hesitated. Though the pills were precious, the price still felt low for an eighth-tier beast corpse.
Still… the bidder was someone their Sect Master wanted to befriend. But this price…
The elder glanced discreetly toward a corner of the venue. Seeing Mo Tianxing hesitate and finally shake his head, he sighed internally and forced a smile.
"This young lady has bid two Dou Spirit Pills. Is there anyone willing to offer more?"
"A low-tier Di Class Dou Skill—how about that?" came a hesitant voice.
The elder froze, then smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Apologies. While valuable, our Sect still prefers the two Dou Spirit Pills."
Hearing this, the elder who spoke sat down with a sigh. He'd lost interest.
The rest of the VIPs stayed quiet too. Few were gamblers. If the corpse turned out useless, the loss would be maddening.
Seeing the mood dim again, the elder was frustrated. Two pills weren't enough—at least not by the Sect's expectations.
As if reading his mind, that cool voice spoke again:
"A scavenged beast corpse sold at this price? Trying to pull a fast one and still crying foul? The Black Emperor Sect sure knows how to do business. Tell you what—I'll offer three Dou Spirit Pills, two Imperial Extreme Pills, and we'll dissect the corpse here and now. If there's no core or blood, would that count as false advertising?"
"To think you'd dare scam me. Looks like Sect Master Mo wants a taste of my methods."
The crowd looked on, ready for drama—and awed by this mysterious woman's audacity. Three Dou Spirit Pills, two Imperial Extreme Pills… any force in the Black-Corner Region would go mad for that.
Mo Tianxing's expression changed. Public dissection? That was against the rules—but with her strength, she made the rules.
Besides, they really had tried to scam people. Usually, no one dared call them out.
But his greed had now provoked the wrong person.
"…Fine. I've changed my mind. One Three-Stripe Green Spirit Pill. Take it or leave it."
Xiao Yuan sneered.
!?
Mo Tianxing panicked.
With that outburst, no one else would dare bid.
Meaning… either sell cheap or withdraw the item.
How had it come to this?
His old face was burning with embarrassment—but the elder on stage was already drenched in sweat.
Wasn't the plan to befriend this killing star? How did it end with her pissed off?
(END CHAPTER)
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