"Starting bid... one gold soul coin."

Ning Rongrong's voice was devoid of any emotion.

If she felt ashamed and indignant before, now she is only numb.

The introduction was given by my senior, and the price was also set by him.

She was merely a tool, a tool responsible for throwing Liuli Tian's face, along with her own dignity, to the ground for everyone to trample on under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Haha! The pleasure of diarrhea? I wouldn't dare take that stuff!"

"If any of your spirit beasts get diarrhea after eating this, who can you complain to?"

"However... buying it and hanging it in the outhouse would be a good warning!"

The laughter of the Sea Soul Masters rang out again, but this time, they showed no interest in making serious bids and simply made unrestrained jokes.

On the mainland's side, some Soul Masters had already silently closed their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School elders behind Ning Fengzhi had ashen faces. One of them, the most hot-tempered, had his knuckles clenched so tightly that they turned white, and his soul power fluctuations were almost uncontrollable.

"metropolitan……"

Ning Fengzhi raised his hand, stopping the elder from saying what he was about to say.

In this awkward situation where almost no one was willing to bid, the young Sea Soul Master who had previously bought the "flower fertilizer" stood up again.

With a playful smile on his face, he took out another small purse and tossed it aside casually.

The money bag traced an arc and landed precisely at Ning Rongrong's feet, lying side by side with the previous one.

"Ding-dong."

"Still one hundred gold soul coins."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"I'll do a good deed to the end and help you get rid of this trash. This thorn, if we buy it and grind it into powder, might actually teach some blind fools a lesson."

His gaze swept meaningfully over the seats of the mainland Soul Masters, full of provocation.

"make a deal."

Ning Rongrong didn't even raise the gavel; she merely moved her lips and uttered those two words.

[Ding! Auction of 'Centennial Sea Caterpillar's Venomous Stinger' successful, triggering a 100x return!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received 10,000 Gold Soul Coins!]

The system notification sounded again in Ning Liu's mind.

noodle?

Ning Liu's lips curled up.

Respect is something you earn yourself, not something given to you by others.

The more you lose now, the more resounding your gains will be in the future.

On stage, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, and the suffocating feeling in her chest eased slightly.

Two items.

Two items already.

My senior brother's actions have always been unpredictable. Perhaps these first two things were done on purpose, to lower everyone's expectations and even provoke them.

Then, when everyone is most contemptuous and disdainful, bring out the real treasure!

Yes! That must be it!

This is a marketing strategy! It's about building up the hype by first criticizing the opponent!

Having figured this out, Ning Rongrong felt like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood; a faint light rekindled in her previously lifeless eyes.

Her back straightened slightly without her noticing.

Her movements were no longer as stiff as before.

With this last glimmer of hope, she probed her consciousness into the spatial storage soul tool and looked at the third item up for auction.

The next second.

"Click".

The defenses that had just been built in my heart collapsed instantly, shattering into dust.

The light in his eyes went out.

His upright posture collapsed.

It was as if the last bit of energy and spirit had been drained from him.

She stared blankly at the object inside the soul tool, her brain completely shutting down.

If the first item is mud and the second is a poisonous thorn, then they can at least be associated with the scraps of "natural treasures".

So, the third item...

What the hell is this?!

How come it's getting more and more outrageous and rubbish?!

The audience members in the audience keenly noticed the changes in Ning Rongrong's expression.

She first straightened her body, seemingly regaining her confidence, which made many people subconsciously sit up straight, thinking that the big one was about to arrive.

But then, her face turned even paler than before, her eyes vacant, as if she had seen something utterly absurd.

This appearance immediately sparked a new round of speculation among the crowd.

"Look at her expression!"

"Could it be...could it be a real treasure this time?"

"Possibly! The first two were just preludes; this third one is probably the grand finale, a truly rare treasure!"

A Sea Soul Master lowered his voice, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

"I think so too! Otherwise, why would there be such a violent reaction? Could it be a soul bone that's been around for 100,000 years?"

Stop guessing! Take it out and let us see!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat subtle.

The laughter subsided, replaced by an eerie silence tinged with curiosity, doubt, and anticipation.

Even among the soul masters on the mainland, many have rekindled their hope.

"Could it be... that the sect leader really has other intentions?"

"I knew it! The sect leader would never do something so self-destructive!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ning Rongrong expressionlessly reached out and slowly took out the third item from her soul tool.

The movement was so heavy that it was as if she were taking out not an object, but her own coffin lid.

When the entire object was revealed to the crowd, the entire room fell into a deathly silence once again.

That was a fish.

A dried, salted fish that exudes a strong salty smell...

The fish's body was stiff, and its scales gleamed with a glossy, deathly gray hue under the light.

The fish's empty eyes stared at the dome, as if it were making a accusation.

The entire auction hall was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned, mouths agape, unsure how to react.

Mud, poisonous thorns, salted fish...

Is this guy here for an auction, or just browsing the market?

Ning Rongrou had completely given up struggling. Like an emotionless machine reciting a prepared text, she read out the introductory speech that she would never forget in her life with a flat, unwavering voice.

"The third item is a dried salted fish."

"Note: It was once a ten-year-old soul beast with dreams, but was later captured by a passing soul king and used as a snack."

She paused, her empty gaze sweeping across the room, before continuing in that monotone tone.

"Because it was too salty, I didn't finish it, so I left it behind."