Martial Arts Overlord

Within the auction house, a strange silence fell. All the Martial Artists present were dumbfounded at the sudden bid.

"Who could it be placing that bid?"

"That's the private box where Hu Yitian is sitting, but it doesn't seem to be Hu Yidao who is bidding."

"Whoever it is, they have thoroughly offended 'Thunderbolt Spear' Wan Feng!"

"Correct. Wan Feng just lost the 'Teng Wind Technique' with his bid of 62,500,000 taels of silver. Now someone repeats the same bid, clearly disregarding Wan Feng."

"I'm really curious, who is bold enough to disregard one of the Four New Talents from the previous batch!"

"Hehe, this person is in for a rough time. Wan Feng is famously ruthless! The last time a student from Purple Sun School disrespected him, he beat him half to death!"

Like a pebble causing a thousand ripples, Luo Feng's bid triggered a wave of astonishment and discussion among the Martial Artists in the auction house.

In the private box, Hu Yitian was also surprised.

"Luo Feng, do you really want to buy this 'Sky Collapse Fist'?"

Luo Feng nodded.

Hu Yitian frowned. "Don't blame me for being nosy, but do you really have that much silver?"

Bing Ruolan, sitting beside them, also had a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.

Luo Feng smiled faintly. "Not right now, but I will have it soon."

Not right now, but he would have it soon? Neither of them understood what Luo Feng meant, but seeing his assured expression, they didn't press further.

In his private box, Wan Feng's face was livid.

He was clearly experiencing terrible luck today; it seemed as if he hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home, as everything was going wrong.

He hadn't secured the Phantom Phoenix Sky Cloud Dance, the secret technique 'Teng Wind Technique' had fallen into Ji Wufa's hands, and now even the Sky Collapse Fist, which he had been certain was his, was snatched away!

This made him feel like going mad, wishing he could storm into the adjacent private box and kill the person who dared to contend with him for the 'Sky Collapse Fist'.

"Wan Feng, the one who made that bid just now should be Luo Feng from Purple Sun School!"

Gu Yufeng still harbored resentment from yesterday's events. Seeing Wan Feng's gloomy face and knowing he was truly enraged, he didn't miss the chance to fan the flames.

Purple Sun School! Luo Feng!

Wan Feng's gaze was frighteningly dark, his sharp stare fixed on the nearby wall as if to bore a hole through it.

Gu Yufeng looked at Wan Feng, a cold smirk barely touching the corner of his mouth.

"62,500,000 taels of silver! This bid has already appeared twice today. Does anyone else want to raise the price?"

The situation had taken a dramatic turn. The red-clothed woman was also very excited, her beautiful eyes scanning the hall, her alluring voice echoing once more, hoping to break today's record.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a moment, no one continued to raise the price.

62,500,000 taels of silver! This price was simply far too high.

Even for the six major families, it wasn't easy to produce so much silver at once.

Seeing that no one was continuing to bid, the red-clothed woman knew they had reached the limit and, with a slight part of her rosy lips, declared the auction over.

An auction attendant brought the 'Sky Collapse Fist' Secret Manual to Luo Feng's private box.

"Young Master, the total is 62,500,000 taels of silver."

The beautiful attendant placed the gold-inlaid jade tray on the table, watching Luo Feng with a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

The young man before her was not a member of one of the six major families, yet he could afford to spend 60,000,000 taels of silver to purchase a Martial Arts Secret Manual. This was somewhat inconceivable to her.

Luo Feng didn't reach for the Secret Manual. "Please wait a moment," he said.

The attendant stood politely to one side.

She wasn't worried about Luo Feng not paying; the Southwind Auction House had stood for many years and had its own methods to ensure payment.

After a moment, the sound of somewhat hurried footsteps came from outside, and a middle-aged man in a brocade robe pushed open the door and entered.

"Sir Nan!"

Upon seeing the brocade-clad man, the beautiful attendant's expression became respectful.

The gold-robed man nodded, looked at Luo Feng, and introduced himself, "I am Nan Quanfeng, the person in charge of the Southwind Auction House. I heard you would like to sell a Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade Martial Arts Secret Manual?"

The middle-aged man had a warm demeanor, yet an unyielding aura of power emanated from him. His unhurried voice carried an intangible pressure.

A Spiritual Rotation Realm powerhouse!

Luo Feng looked at the brocade-robed middle-aged man. Though his heart trembled slightly, the surprise in his eyes vanished in an instant, and he calmly responded, "That's correct."

At these words, Hu Yitian, beside him, sucked in a sharp breath.

Although the Hu Family was one of the six major families, their entire family only possessed three Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade Martial Arts Secret Manuals.

Hearing that Luo Feng intended to sell a Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade Martial Arts Secret Manual truly shocked him.

The brocade-robed man showed a hint of surprise in his eyes; not many people could remain so composed in his presence.

His expression softened somewhat, and the brocade-robed man smiled. "May I examine it first?"

Luo Feng nodded, retrieved the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship he had obtained from Li Yuanhao, and handed it to the brocade-robed man.

"This is the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship, Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade. It allows a Martial Artist at the seventh level of the Essence Storage Realm to wield Sword Qi!"

To allow a seventh-level Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist to unleash Sword Qi!

The brocade-robed man's pupils contracted. A ripple disturbed his previously calm gaze as his eyes fell upon the Secret Manual in his hand.

After reading the Secret Manual's introduction, the brocade-robed man confirmed Luo Feng was telling the truth and asked, "How much silver do you want for it?"

"40,000,000 taels of silver!" Luo Feng stated directly.

He had over 20,000,000 taels of silver; the difference needed to purchase the 'Sky Collapse Fist' was precisely 40,000,000 taels of silver.

Hearing Luo Feng's asking price, the brocade-robed man's brow furrowed.

This Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship, allowing a seventh-level Essence Storage Realm Martial Artist to unleash Sword Qi, was indeed rare, but a price of 40,000,000 taels of silver was still somewhat steep.

Shifting his gaze from the Secret Manual, the brocade-robed man looked at Luo Feng and asked, "May I know your name?"

Although Luo Feng found it a little strange, he didn't conceal anything. "Luo Feng, a student of Purple Sun School."

The brocade-robed man's eyes lit up slightly. "You are the Luo Feng who defeated Duanmu Yu and fought to a draw with Zi Yuan, one of the Four New Talents?"

Luo Feng touched his nose. "That's right."

Receiving the affirmative answer, a flash of surprise crossed the middle-aged man's eyes. He hadn't expected someone capable of fighting Zi Yuan, one of the Four New Talents, to a draw to be so young.

"Hehe, truly, heroes emerge from the young!"

The brocade-robed man laughed heartily, patted the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship Secret Manual in his hand, and said to Luo Feng, "I can buy this Secret Manual for 40,000,000 taels of silver. However, I have one condition."

Luo Feng's eyes brightened at his words. "What condition?"

Unless he had no other choice, he didn't want to use Bing Ruolan's silver.

The Phantom Phoenix Sky Cloud Dance had been priced at only 31,000,000 taels of silver. He estimated the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship's value to be around 35,000,000 taels of silver. Forty million was indeed somewhat high.

Luo Feng had originally just intended to test the waters; he hadn't expected the other party to actually consider agreeing to his asking price of 40,000,000 taels of silver.

The brocade-robed man smiled. "If you obtain any treasures in the future that require auctioning, you must choose to partner with our Southwind Auction House."

This was a mutually beneficial proposal. Luo Feng didn't hesitate. "It's a deal!"

The brocade-robed man nodded and took out a stack of gold notes. "This is 40,000,000 taels of silver."

Luo Feng retrieved gold notes from his storage ring and settled the payment for the 'Sky Collapse Fist'.

After the brocade-robed man and the beautiful attendant left, Hu Yitian patted Luo Feng's shoulder. "Luo Feng, you're truly unfathomable! To think you possessed a Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade Martial Arts Secret Manual!"

Luo Feng smiled faintly. "I was lucky during a mission once and obtained it from a powerful figure in the martial world."

Hu Yitian looked at him with envy. "Why can't I have such good luck."

Bing Ruolan sat aside, quietly watching Luo Feng.

When she saw the Cloud Piercing Swordsmanship Secret Manual, she had already guessed its origin. However, she naturally wouldn't voice her thoughts.

With that, the auction concluded successfully, and the attendees began to file out.

"Let's go," Luo Feng said, getting to his feet.

Hu Yitian nodded. Having successfully auctioned for the Bigang Pill, he was in an excellent mood, eager to return, consume the pill, and break through to the next realm.

Opening the private box door, the group headed towards the exit.

"Luo Feng, would you like to come with us to Cold Cloud Valley? My father has been wanting to meet you since I mentioned you to him last time," Hu Yitian suddenly asked when they reached the exit.

Luo Feng shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Ruolan and I have been away from the school for nearly a month, and we still haven't completed this month's school assignment."

After becoming an inner disciple, one must complete a school assignment each month. Even members of the Hidden Dragon List are no exception; failure to do so results in punishment.

"In that case, I won't insist. After I consume the Bigang Pill and break through, we must have a good spar next time we meet!" Hu Yitian said with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to that."

While they were conversing, Luo Feng suddenly felt a chilling presence approaching from behind. Turning, he saw two figures striding towards him.

The young man on the left was Gu Yufeng.

Beside Gu Yufeng stood another young man, clad in purple martial attire, wielding a silver spear as thick as three fingers. His gaze was sharp, and his entire being emanated an imposing aura that deterred direct stares.

"You're Luo Feng from Purple Sun School?"

The two stopped before Luo Feng. The purple-clad young man with the long spear eyed Luo Feng coldly.

Luo Feng sensed the coldness in the other's tone and frowned slightly. He nodded. "I am. Is there something you need?"

"Hmph! You competed against me for the 'Sky Collapse Fist' just moments ago, and you don't recognize me already?" The purple-clad young man looked down on Luo Feng, his expression turning even colder.

Gu Yufeng stood to the side, smirking insidiously. "Luo Feng, if you hadn't deliberately interfered, the 'Sky Collapse Fist' would have belonged to Wan Feng. It's a bit late to play dumb now, isn't it?"

Luo Feng's gaze turned icy. As his eyes swept over Gu Yufeng, the latter felt as if enveloped by a chilling intent, and he instinctively took a step back in fear.

Ignoring Gu Yufeng, Luo Feng looked at the purple-clad young man and said, "So, you are 'Thunderbolt Spear' Wan Feng. At the auction, everyone competes based on their own abilities. If you failed to win it, it seems there's no one else to blame."

"A fine 'compete based on abilities'! Today, I'd like to experience your abilities for myself!"

Wan Feng's gaze turned glacial. Having suffered several setbacks today, he was already seething with anger. Seeing that Luo Feng clearly showed him no regard, he instantly erupted in fury.

BUZZ!

The surrounding air vibrated faintly. Wan Feng's shoulder twitched, and his palm strike carried a fierce gust, forming the illusion of a giant python that lunged towards Luo Feng, enveloping him.

"Be careful! That's the Coiled Snake Palm from Wanluo School! It's a Yellow-rank, Supreme-grade Martial Art!" Hu Yitian, greatly alarmed by Wan Feng's sudden attack, shouted a warning.