Dead silence.

It was more utterly silent than ever before.

The fishy smell of salted fish seemed to materialize, permeating everyone's noses and seeping into their minds, turning all their thoughts into a jumbled mess.

Then, the deathly silence was broken by an uncontrollable hissing sound, like a drop of water being poured into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire scene.

Hahahaha!

"A salted fish! It's a damn salted fish!!"

"I take back what I said before. This isn't a joke; it's an insult to the intelligence of all of us!"

"Is this the farmers market? Are they going to auction off a cabbage next?!"

The laughter of the Sea Soul Masters merged into a wave of sound, almost overturning the auction stage.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over, pounding their chests and stamping their feet; many of them laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

On the mainland's side, the atmosphere had become so heavy it was almost frozen.

Many people had already lowered their heads, lacking even the courage to raise them. The elder behind Ning Fengzhi finally calmed down the surge of soul power emanating from his body, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.

He even felt that this was more humiliating than beating them up directly.

Ning Rongrong stood in the eye of the typhoon, oblivious to everything around her.

She was like a delicate doll without a soul, her lips opening and closing mechanically.

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

The voice was light and airy, as if it could be blown away at any moment by the laughter of the Sea Soul Masters.

"Haha! Who wants this thing? To buy it as a New Year's gift?"

"One gold soul coin? I don't think it's worth that much! It also takes up the space of one of my soul storage devices!"

However, that familiar young Sea Soul Master once again stood up with an air of nonchalance.

The smile on his face was no longer playful, but purely condescending and mocking.

He then reached into his purse.

"call out--"

The money bag landed precisely next to the salted fish, joining the two money bags to form a family.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, his voice full of condescension, "Buy this fish and feed it to my sea lion, see if it will find it too salty. It's... making the most of it."

"make a deal."

Ning Rongrong didn't even lift her eyelids.

These two words seemed to drain the last bit of strength from her.

[Ding! Auction of 'A Salted Fish with Dreams' successful, triggering a 100x return!]

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

In Ning Liu's mind, the system notification arrived as expected.

It's done.

That's enough groundwork laid.

Just then, a feeling mixed with anger, grievance, and shame pierced his mind like a sharp thorn.

This was Ning Rongrong's voice transmitted using her soul power.

"Senior brother!"

Ning Rongrong's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, and it trembled.

"I quit!"

She stood ramrod straight, but only she knew that her legs were feeling slightly weak.

"I don't want to stand here anymore! You do it yourself! Whoever wants to be the auctioneer can be one!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Liu was not angry at all. Instead, he chuckled softly and responded using his soul power to transmit his voice:

"What's wrong, my chief auctioneer? Three pieces of junk have made you lose confidence?"

Three items?! Isn't that enough?!

Ning Rongrong's voice rose a few decibels, filled with accusation.

"Mud, poisonous thorns, salted fish!"

“Senior brother, do you know what people outside are saying about us? They trample the face of Liuli Heaven, the face of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the face of all the soul masters on the continent under their feet! And I am the one who personally handed over their face for them to trample on!”

"Don't rush."

Ning Liu's voice carried a calming power, "The next item is a real treasure."

"I don't believe it!" Ning Rongrong almost shouted.

"This time it's for real."

Ning Liu chuckled, "Rongrong, trust your senior brother one more time. Bring out the fourth item for auction."

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip tightly, her teeth almost drawing blood.

She abruptly turned her head, as if she were sulking, and with a resolute determination, reached her hand into the soul tool again.

Go to hell, baby!

If they bring out potatoes or sweet potatoes again, I... I'll smash them on the spot!

With a fierce determination in her heart, she moved with lightning speed, almost roughly "pulling" out the fourth item and slamming it onto the auction stage.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

The muffled thud was like a thunderclap, abruptly silencing the noisy laughter from the entire audience.

Everyone's eyes instinctively focused on that item.

It was a sphere no bigger than the palm of your hand, with a translucent aquamarine color, as if it were formed from the purest deep-sea water.

Inside the sphere, countless tiny points of light seemed to flow slowly, forming mysterious patterns. As the points of light moved, the entire sphere emitted rings of soft, hazy blue light.

This thing...

Anyone with eyes can see that it is no ordinary item!

The atmosphere on the field reversed in an instant.

The Sea Soul Masters, who had been laughing heartily, froze on their faces.

The young Sea Soul Master who spent 300 gold soul coins to buy three "trash" items had his playful expression freeze, replaced by a look of surprise and uncertainty.

On the mainland's side, those who had previously lowered their heads slowly raised them as well.

The elders beside Ning Fengzhi sat up abruptly, staring intently at the blue sphere, their breathing becoming rapid.

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