“The first item up for auction: a ten-thousand-year-old Bone Soul Mushroom.”
Two tall tauren employees from Wanbao Pavilion carefully carried a transparent crystal container, over three meters high, onto the auction stage.
Inside the crystal container was a plump Bone Soul Mushroom standing over two meters tall.
“The Bone Soul Mushroom is a rare treasure exclusive to the Land of the Undead. It mostly grows deep within the Bone Thickets where skeletons reside.
“When ground into a paste and applied to bones, it can rapidly heal fractures and enhance one's root-bone.
“It can also serve as a critical primary ingredient for refining pills or brewing magic potions.”
After speaking, Big Boss paused for a moment and gestured for the two tauren to lift the container and rotate it.
“Of course, for this extremely rare ten-thousand-year-old specimen, we discovered something beyond its original effects: Dao rhymes flowing beneath its cap.”
“What!”
“Dao rhymes?”
Big Boss's words instantly caused a massive stir, especially drawing the attention of the martial artists.
“I presume I do not need to elaborate on the miraculous effects of a treasure that has developed Dao rhymes.
“To avoid wasting your time, we shall proceed directly to the bidding.
“The ten-thousand-year-old Bone Soul Mushroom starts at ten thousand Divine Power Crystals. Each increment must be no less than five hundred Divine Power Crystals.”
Before Big Boss's voice had even faded, someone raised their placard and shouted a price.
“Ten thousand!”
“Fifteen thousand!”
“Thirty thousand!”
Faced with such a heated bidding scene, the people from Blue Star seemed a bit at a loss.
“Old Xia, do you know what those Dao rhymes are?”
Xia Qiming shook his head.
“I don't. Why are you asking me? If you want to know, just use the World Will's Appraisal skill on that mushroom and see for yourself.”
“Uh, is that a good idea? If I just start throwing skills around, won't they think I'm being provocative and kick me out of the venue?”
“You're using Appraisal, not swordplay. How is that provocative? Besides, you're targeting an object, not a person.”
“You actually make a fair point.”
...
As the auction proceeded in full swing, Chen Xu remained standing atop Guixu, watching the auction hall with interest.
An auction house was traditionally a place of blood and storms, the starting point for many a protagonist's fortune—practically a mandatory stop on the road to wealth.
Unfortunately, after the dungeon era began, Daxia's resources were mostly held by the government. Since Chen Xu held the status of a Daxia Dragon Seed, he could simply ask the authorities for whatever resources he needed.
Furthermore, Chen Xu's growth rate was far too fast—so fast that he had ascended to the known peak of realms in the myriad worlds without needing much help from external items.
This had deprived Chen Xu of the fun of experiencing the 'auction house'—a dungeon every protagonist was supposed to clear.
At this moment, Chen Xu was looking forward to seeing if any clichéd plots would unfold below: some hidden secret treasure, a fierce struggle between multiple parties, and a protagonist snatching it only to be hunted by everyone afterward.
Regrettably, until the very end of the auction, none of the scenarios Chen Xu anticipated occurred.
Everyone present behaved very cordially, only announcing prices without any extra dialogue.
Such a dull conclusion caused Chen Xu's interest to vanish instantly.
The time he wasted here would have been better spent researching the little gift Alifa had sent.
Three days ago, Xuan Chu had delivered the gift box from Alifa to Chen Xu. Originally, Chen Xu hadn't expected much from the small box, focusing instead on the gifts personally selected by the Lord of Heaven.
To Chen Xu's speechless surprise, the gifts the Lord of Heaven had hand-picked turned out to be ice-attribute storage beads.
Inside the beads were mountains of corpses from various races, with demon remains accounting for over ninety-five percent.
Good grief. Who gives corpses as a gift? What's that? You say this is the Land of the Undead? Then never mind.
Still, Chen Xu felt the Lord of Heaven was being too stingy. If it was going to send corpses, it should have at least picked some high-quality stock—holy beast corpses, true dragon corpses, exotic beast corpses, or even a Great Emperor's corpse would have worked.
The storage beads were filled with the bodies of cannon fodder. Some remains were so fragmented that even Chen Xu, a professional in corpse processing, didn't know where to start.
Chen Xu felt that the Lord of Heaven was treating him and the Land of the Undead as a waste disposal site for corpses.
When had he offended the Lord of Heaven? Could it be because he hadn't sent the dissection recording of Thor for a long time, so it was using this opportunity to pressure him?
That couldn't be it, could it? For an existence at that level, could its resentment be so deep?
On the contrary, the gift from Alifa had piqued Chen Xu's interest.
It was a very ferocious and strange-looking insect, as large as an adult's palm.
According to the description left in the gift box, this insect was called a Hobarton Defiling Insect, also known as a Hobarton Doomsday Bug.
Hobarton was the name of a civilization—one that had long since vanished from the myriad worlds.
The culprit behind the destruction of the Hobarton civilization was exactly the insect in Chen Xu's hand.
The Hobarton Defiling Insect fed on various filthy and negative energies in the world. After inhaling these bad energies, the energies would react within the insect's abdomen to produce even worse energy.
Once filled with energy, these insects became extremely unstable. Even a slight external disturbance would cause them to overreact and explode directly.
Once it exploded, the various negative energies that had reacted within the insect would pour out instantly, completely polluting the surrounding environment.
After reading about the insect's characteristics, an idea immediately occurred to Chen Xu: he wanted to fuse the Defiling Insect with a ghoul to see if it would produce a wonderful reaction.
But experiments took time, and Chen Xu's attention had been diverted by the auction, so he had set it aside.
Now that the auction was over, Big Boss had also completed the final steps. The performance of Wanbao Pavilion, combined with the feat of the auction in the Land of the Undead, allowed him to successfully inherit that masterless godhead from the City of Miracles.
He had smoothly stepped into Godhood, becoming a God of Trade.
Therefore, if Chen Xu wanted to study the Defiling Insect in his hand, he would have to wait a while longer—at least until he finished dealing with those arrogant space pirates.
His long-held wish and years of investment had finally paid off today. Big Boss was moved to tears.
No one knew how bitter and difficult it was for transcendents like them who specialized in side professions during the Age of Transcendence.
But Big Boss did not dwell on his emotions for long. He did not forget Chen Xu's business; he was very clear about who had bestowed everything he had today.
Big Boss wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, manipulated his godhead, and directly broadcasted a message to the City of Miracles.
“Space pirates have committed countless evils, repeatedly plundering traveling merchants and even publicly threatening Wanbao Pavilion, threatening me, and threatening the City of Miracles.
“Today, I, Big Boss, have achieved Godhood as the God of Trade and become the administrator of the City of Miracles. I can no longer tolerate this situation continuing.
“I, Big Boss, in the name of the God of Trade, declare a Divine War against those space pirates!”
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