"One million gold soul coins! My god, that's the starting price!"

"Insane! Insane! It's just a drop of sweat!"

After a brief silence, DouDou's quoted price reignited the excitement of the entire room.

However, this time the uproar was no longer about questioning, but rather about being shocked by the astronomical price.

"One million one hundred thousand!"

After a brief hesitation, a burly man with dark skin in the front row suddenly stood up and roared. His clothes were simple, but his eyes burned with the fanatical fire unique to blacksmiths.

"One million three hundred thousand!"

A hoarse voice came from another private room, clearly belonging to a fire-attribute soul master.

"Hmph, you think you can get your hands on a divine artifact with this little bit of money? I'll offer two million!"

A nobleman in fine clothes waved his fan dismissively and quoted a price that was double the original price.

Prices began to climb at a heart-stopping pace.

"Two and a half million!"

Three million!

"My Rift Heaven Sect offers five million!"

"Five million? My Blazing Fire Sect will offer six million!"

"Eight million!"

"Ten million!"

The price broke the ten million mark in just one minute.

Many who were initially eager to try could only sit down dejectedly, watching this game that belonged to the true giants with bitter smiles.

This is no longer a contest of money, but a competition of inner strength.

DouDou stood on the stage, watching everything with a smile, but the small hammer in her hand hesitated to fall.

She knew that the real big fish hadn't moved yet.

Sure enough, when the price climbed to 15 million and the growth rate began to slow down, a detached and authoritative voice slowly came from the No. 1 private room.

Thirty million.

There was no impassioned tone, no superfluous words, just three simple words, yet they were like an invisible mountain, crashing down on the hearts of all the bidders.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The private rooms that had been fiercely contested earlier fell into a deathly silence.

Using 30 million to gamble on an uncertain "divinity"?

The sect leader of the Blazing Fire Sect turned pale and then red, and finally could only sit down unwillingly.

The person who made the offer was none other than Qian Daoliu.

Just when everyone thought that this drop of "divine sweat" would be sold for 30 million, a slightly playful voice came from another premium private room.

"Interesting. Thirty-one million."

A monk, Prince Xuexing of the Heavenly Dou Empire's royal family!

Inside the top-tier private room, Qian Daoliu's golden eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing within them.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, and his voice rang out again, even colder than before.

"Fifty million."

Fifty million!

What does this mean?

Enough to arm a legion of ten thousand!

Now, just to buy a drop of sweat?

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually clear in the deathly silent hall.

On the auction stage, DouDou finally spoke.

"The VIP in VIP room number one has bid... fifty million gold soul coins! Is there a higher bid?"

She surveyed the room, and wherever her gaze fell, everyone instinctively avoided her eyes.

Are you kidding me?

Are you raising the price again?

"Fifty million once!"

"Fifty million twice!"

DouDou's voice echoed in the hall, each time striking the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer blow.

She took a deep breath and raised the auction gavel.

"Fifty million...three times! Sold!"

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of the gavel finally brought this frenzied auction to a close.

This drop of "sweat from the God of the Furnace" was sold to the Spirit Hall for an astronomical price that would be recorded in the history of auctions on the continent.

...

Inside the No. 1 private room.

The atmosphere was completely different from the hustle and bustle outside; it was so quiet it was almost oppressive.

Standing behind Qian Daoliu, Qian Renxue's usually cold face showed a rare hint of confusion.

She couldn't understand why her grandfather would spend such an extravagant amount of money to buy such a thing.

"Grandpa, this..."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more.

His gaze remained fixed on the auction stage below, his eyes deep and unfathomable; no one knew what he was thinking.

Only after the item was sent backstage to await handover after the auction ended did he turn around and look at his granddaughter.

"Xue'er, what do you think is the reason I bought it?"

Qian Daoliu's voice was calm.

Qian Renxue pondered for a moment and replied:

"Is it for research? Or... to use it to create a real divine artifact?"

"They're all wrong."

Qian Daoliu shook his head, his golden eyes reflecting Qian Renxue's image. "This is for you."

"For me?"

Qian Renxue was taken aback.

"That's right."

"The angel god you inherited possesses supreme yang and yang power, capable of wielding the true fire of the sun to burn away all evil in the world."

"And this 'God of the Furnace,' although a third-level god, is also the ultimate fusion of fire and metal in terms of the source of his divine power."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious.

"Your path to divine trials will not be smooth sailing. Refining this drop of divine sweat directly may not directly increase your soul power, but the divine fundamental laws contained within can temper your body and spiritual sea, allowing you to adapt to higher levels of divine power impact in advance."

"It's like a whetstone, polishing you into a more perfect piece of jade, allowing you to walk more steadily and faster in the future tests."

Qian Renxue was incredibly intelligent and instantly understood Qian Daoliu's profound meaning.

These fifty million gold soul coins weren't just for an item, but for adding a crucial safeguard to her path to godhood!

A warm feeling welled up in her heart, and a slight ripple appeared in her clear, cool eyes.

"grandfather……"

"No need to say more," Qian Daoliu interrupted her.

"Your ascension to godhood is the Spirit Hall's, and also my, greatest hope in this life. For this, I will spare no expense."

...

Meanwhile, in the patriarch's room on the top floor of the auction venue.

Ning Liu was leisurely looking down at the venue while holding a cup of tea.

Fifty million gold soul coins.

This price also exceeded his expectations.

He originally thought that he could sell it for at most 20 or 30 million. He never expected Qian Daoliu to be so "powerful".

Just then, the system's mechanical voice rang out in his mind precisely on time.

[Ding! Item "Sweat of the Forge God" has been successfully sold!]

[Transaction Price: 50 million Gold Soul Coins!]

[Congratulations, host! You have triggered a 500x value return!]

Ning Liu's lips curled up slightly. Here it comes.

He put down his teacup, his heart filled with anticipation.

With a 500-fold return, what good things will the system give me this time?

Is it a bucket of "the sweat of the forge god"? Or is it a sub-divine artifact that the god failed to forge?

[Refund in progress...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the Mark of the Forge Gods!]