God-Tier Fishing System

"Junior brother, you don't have to be like this. It's good to make more friends. They are all experts. When I am no longer by your side, I will feel more relieved to have such people by your side."

Althea smiled softly, her voice calm like falling snow. She did not fear rivals, nor did she mind confidantes.

What she cared about—was Ethan's safety. His path was steep, full of storms and schemes, and even if she could not accompany him forever, she wished him surrounded by capable allies.

Ethan frowned slightly, a faint displeasure surfacing.

"Not with me? What did Senior Sister say? Home is not a prison. You can get out if you go in. If you really encounter any trouble, I will take you out no matter where you are."

His tone was confident, unwavering—like a sword that could split mountains.

Althea lowered her gaze, masking the ripple in her heart.

"Junior brother, don't think too much. I just haven't been home all year round, and my family is far away from here."

But Ethan sensed something deeper beneath her words. A hidden concern, a concealed truth. He did not press her, yet his eyes darkened slightly.

"That's fine," Ethan murmured, letting the matter settle.

Outside the private box, the auction house had filled rapidly. Seats overflowed, voices layered into a roaring tide. Spiritual pressure gathered like clouds before rain.

At the very center of the arena, a square stone platform gleamed beneath the crystal chandeliers—until suddenly, the lights went out.

Darkness swallowed the venue, and silence followed.

Then—

A single spotlight descended.

Lana stood beneath it, wearing a purple half-slit dress that shimmered with elegance. Her beauty dazzled the hall; she looked like a moon descending upon the mortal world. Noble Sun City's most desired woman—ice-cold, aloof, untouchable.

All eyes turned to her.

As the goddess of Noble Sun City, Lana had countless suitors—each a genius, each a powerhouse. Yet she accepted none, for her strength towered above most. Below the Supreme Realm, almost no one could compare.

Her standards were like the heavens—far beyond reach.

She raised a jade-like hand.

"Welcome to all of you, who have taken the trouble to come to Noble Sun City from all over the Skyreach Territory to participate in the treasure appraisal conference held in my Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

Her voice echoed crystal clear, graceful and composed.

"My Myriad Treasures Pavilion holds a treasure appraisal conference every fifty years, and we will definitely not disappoint everyone."

A wave of anticipation swept the audience.

"Before the Treasure Appraisal Conference begins, I would like to emphasize the rules of Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

Her tone sharpened.

"In our Myriad Treasures Pavilion, private actions are not allowed. If there are any conflicts, you can resolve them yourself after the treasure appraisal conference. If you don't listen to the rules, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

The last words landed heavy, spoken with pointed emphasis.

Suddenly—

SHOOM!

From the darkness, a blue radiance flared. It descended like a falling star, forming a shimmering barrier around the central platform.

A crushing pressure filled the hall.

Cultivators gasped—many at the Body Integration and Tribulation Transcendence realm trembled, feeling their knees weaken.

This aura…

Supreme Realm.

The Talker of Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

With such a powerhouse watching, no one would dare stir trouble. No one would snatch treasures. No one would act rashly.

Lana smiled in satisfaction.

"Okay, everyone, without further ado, this Treasure Appraisal Conference begins now!"

At her signal—

All crystal lamps reignited at once, turning night into day.

A maid pushed a cart forward, covered in red velvet. The moment it appeared, thousands of eyes locked onto it.

"The first auction item today"

Lana lifted the cloth.

"Five of the best Mahayana Pills!"

Five jade bottles sparkled beneath the light, releasing a medicinal fragrance that swept across the hall like a storm.

Exclamations erupted.

Even Ethan raised his brows in surprise. The first item alone was enough to shake the entire Skyreach Territory. The Mahayana Pill was coveted among Mahayana powerhouses. The top grade—rare beyond compare.

Most attending cultivators were Mahayana or preparing to break through. The hunger in their eyes was unmistakable.

After the uproar faded, Lana lifted her hand.

"The top grade Mahayana Pill, starting price, three hundred spiritual marrows each!"

"Three hundred and one!"

"Three hundred and two!"

Voices shot across the arena like arrows. Those bidding ranged from Body Integration realm elites to Tribulation Transcendence experts, and even Mahayana realm titans.

Only those with great wealth could even attend—so competing for such a pill was expected.

Within minutes, the price climbed to four hundred spiritual marrows.

Ethan exhaled softly. "It's really hot."

This was a battlefield where only the rich could swing swords. But Ethan did not bid—not yet. He watched.

As the price climbed, bidders dwindled.

Then—

"Four hundred and fifty!"

The voice came from a private box opposite Ethan's.

Deep, steady, commanding.

Ethan froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.

That voice… familiar.

Memory flickered... then clarity.

Noel Ashenvale.

A member of the Ashenvale family from the Holy Land of Endless Mountains.

Several cultivators who had been bidding looked toward the source. Once they saw who it was, they instantly retreated. None wished to cross a Holy Land family over a single pill.

Four hundred and fifty spiritual marrows was already a steep price. Going higher risked both wealth and life.

Inside Box Twelve, Noel smiled faintly. To him, buying a top-grade Mahayana Pill at that price was perfect. And no one would dare challenge the Ashenvale family.

After all—

All five great families of the Holy Land had sent representatives today.

Even the contemporary saint—the eldest daughter of the Stonebridge family, ranked number one on the Heaven Prodigy List—was present.

These five Mahayana Pills were destined to belong to the Holy Land. One for each family. The outcome seemed decided.

Lana's voice rang clearly.

"Four hundred and fifty spiritual marrow. The bid is four hundred and fifty spiritual marrow. Is there anything higher?"

Ethan leaned back slightly. His eyes gleamed with a calm confidence.

He was now in the fifth-turn Nirvana realm.

A/N:

Extra chapters

100 power stones - 1 Extra chapters

200 power stones - 2 Extra chapters

Capsule - 1 Extra chapters

Massage Chair - 3 Extra chapters

Luxury Car - 5 Extra Chapters

Magic Castle - 15 Extra Chapters

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Thanks for the Massage Chair: @Kaishepard28