Inside the No. 1 private room, Qian Daoliu's expression turned somewhat strange.
Another god?
Or is he a "Taste God"?
What kind of ridiculous titles are these?
Why not just call him the God of Food?
The God of Cookery...
Qian Daoliu frowned slightly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.
If it's the God of Cookery, that title sounds somewhat familiar.
He tried to search through his vast memories, as if he remembered seeing a few fragments of records in the oldest batch of secret manuals of the Spirit Hall.
The record is vague, only saying that in ancient times there was a god who proved his way through "food" and possessed immense divine power.
Could this so-called "God of Taste" be the same as the "God of Food"?
Salt condensed from the divine power of a fallen god...
Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered.
This thing is probably worth even more than the auctioneer DouDou described.
Just as he was pondering, Dou Dou's clear and melodious voice rang out again from the auction stage.
"【The Salt of True Taste】, starting bid: one million gold soul coins! Each bid must be at least one hundred thousand gold soul coins! Auction begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, bids poured in like mushrooms after rain.
"One million one hundred thousand!"
"One million three hundred thousand! I want this. From now on, when I go out to train, I won't have to eat those tooth-grinding dry biscuits anymore!" a gruff voice shouted.
"One and a half million! You bunch of brutes, all you know is how to eat! The real value of this stuff is laying the foundation for the younger generation! My grandson is six years old this year and is about to awaken his martial soul. With this, his future is limitless!"
"Well said! I'll offer two million! I'll take it back to my eccentric master. He's been drinking medicine every day to break through to the Soul Douluo level and he's almost gone crazy!"
"Two and a half million! I have an even bolder idea. What do you think about sprinkling this salt on the meat of a soul beast..."
"Could we taste what kind of soul power it cultivated in its previous life?"
This wildly imaginative suggestion silenced the room for a moment before erupting into even more heated discussion.
"Holy crap! That makes sense!"
"If we could taste the flavor of soul power, wouldn't that be incredibly beneficial for our understanding and absorption of soul rings?"
"Three and a half million! Don't try to take it from me! I'm a researcher of soul beasts!"
"Five million! Research my ass! I just want to taste what a 100,000-year-old soul beast tastes like!"
The atmosphere inside was already a bit crazy, with all sorts of strange and unusual uses being proposed, from improving food to aiding cultivation, from pleasing elders to savoring soul beasts.
This small bottle of salt seems to have become an all-powerful universal key.
The price soared and soon broke through the ten million mark.
Qian Daoliu's gaze remained fixed on the small white jade bottle.
Improve physical condition... Remove impurities... Gently nourish...
These words struck the softest spot in his heart with perfect precision.
Xue'er's talent is one in a million, and she is destined to walk an extremely difficult path in the future.
He would never let go of any treasure that could lay a more solid foundation for her and reduce any risks.
Compared to those powerful elixirs, this kind of subtle and gentle nourishment is the most superior.
It will not interfere with Xue'er's own angelic heritage; it will only subtly refine her body to make it even more perfect and flawless.
With this in mind, Qian Daoliu no longer hesitated.
At this point, the price had been driven up to 32 million gold soul coins. This was an astronomical price that most forces could only dream of.
Just as DouDou was about to raise the gavel, an old and dignified voice came from the No. 1 VIP room, clearly echoing in every corner of the auction hall.
"Fifty million."
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the VIP room number one, which hung high above and remained silent as a mountain, and remained silent.
On the auction stage, DouDou seemed somewhat used to it.
"The VIP in the number one private room has offered 50 million gold soul coins! Is there a higher bid?"
She surveyed the entire room, and wherever her gaze fell, everyone avoided her eyes.
"Fifty million once!"
"Fifty million twice!"
"Fifty million three times!"
"clang!"
The crisp sound of the gavel striking the ground sealed the deal.
"Sold! Congratulations to the VIP in VIP room number one for winning the divine condiment, [The Salt of True Taste]!"
...
In the owner's private quiet room, Ning Liu was leisurely listening to the sounds outside while holding a cup of tea.
When he heard the offer of "fifty million", his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and a few drops of scalding tea spilled out, but he was completely unaware.
They've gone mad, they've really gone mad.
A bottle of salt sold for a staggering 50 million gold soul coins.
This isn't just outrageous, it's fantasy.
It truly lives up to its reputation as something from the divine realm.
The moment the auction gavel fell, the familiar mechanical notification sound appeared in his mind as expected.
[Ding! The ninth item, "The Authentic Taste of Salt," has been successfully auctioned!]
[Transaction Price: 50 million Gold Soul Coins!]
[A 500x auction payout has been triggered! Congratulations, host, for obtaining the "Iron-Eating Manual"!]
Ning Liu's expression froze.
The True Scripture of Eating Iron?
What the heck?
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
A cultivation manual?
Is it still related to food?
Eating iron?
Ning Liu's lips twitched.
Is his system going further and further down a strange path?
First it was the pillow of the sleeping god, and now it's the iron-eating secret manual of the taste god...
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