56: Chapter 56 The Tears of the Mysterious Yin Mermaid

Inside VIP Box Number 3.

Gu Changfeng, dressed in a white high-end custom suit, was shaking a folding fan.

Hearing Lin Ye's voice, a flash of malicious glee immediately crossed his eyes.

"Elder Sun."

Gu Changfeng turned his head to look at a thin, gaunt elderly man in gray Taoist robes beside him.

"Is this ancient mirror truly a treasure?"

Elder Sun stroked his goatee, his gaze burning like a torch as he stared at the Purple Gold Thunder-Fire Mirror on the stage, and nodded with certainty:

"Second Young Master, this mirror is brimming with Yang energy, with thunder and fire faintly visible. It is undoubtedly an authentic Dharma artifact of Mount Longhu."

"That brat named Lin Ye is so impatient to raise the bid, clearly having seen the value of this magic treasure. Such a precious treasure must never fall into his hands."

"Hmph, a charlatan guarding a Funeral Shop, how dare he compete with me?"

Gu Changfeng sneered and pressed the bidding device, "Sixty million!"

Inside Box Number 8, hearing Gu Changfeng's bid, Lin Ye roared without hesitation, "Eighty million!"

This roar even deliberately contained a hint of realistic trembling, as if he had already staked his entire net worth.

There was an uproar in the venue.

A Dharma artifact with a starting price of thirty million, in just two rounds of bidding, was forcefully pushed close to the one hundred million mark.

"Young Master, that brat is panicked."

The attendant flattered in Gu Changfeng's ear.

"This Young Master wants to make him panic, to watch helplessly as the object of his affection is snatched away by me, yet be completely powerless!"

Gu Changfeng's eyes were filled with morbid excitement.

"One hundred million!"

"One hundred and twenty million!"

Lin Ye's voice followed closely, carrying a hint of flustered and exasperated hoarseness.

"Gu Changfeng, don't push people too far!"

Hearing Lin Ye address him by his full name, Gu Changfeng felt as refreshed all over as drinking ice water on a scorching midsummer day.

"So what if this Young Master pushes you around? One hundred and fifty million!"

Gu Changfeng shook his folding fan and laughed out loud.

"Master Lin..."

Young Master Qin listened from the side, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"One hundred and fifty million, isn't this price a bit too outrageous?"

Lin Ye ignored Young Master Qin, gritted his teeth, and roared out the final number: "One hundred and eighty million! Gu Changfeng, if you add any more, this mirror will be yours!"

Inside Box Number 3, Elder Sun furrowed his brows slightly, "Second Young Master, one hundred and eighty million far exceeds the actual value of this mirror. That kid has probably reached his limit."

Madness gleamed in the depths of Gu Changfeng's gambler's eyes.

He knew that as long as he added a bit more, he could completely destroy that pretty boy's self-esteem.

"Two hundred million!"

Gu Changfeng pressed the bidding device, his voice emanating an air of supreme arrogance.

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

An exorbitant price of two hundred million to buy an ancient mirror used for warding off evil spirits.

Such a display made everyone present gasp in cold air.

Ghost Hand Seven's only remaining right eye was almost squinted with laughter, and he struck the gong three times, "Two hundred million going thrice! Sold! Congratulations to Young Master Gu of Box Number 3 for happily acquiring the supreme treasure of Mount Longhu!"

Inside Box Number 8.

Lin Ye, who had originally been full of anger, saw the impatience and exasperation recede like a tide the moment the closing gong struck.

He calmly adjusted the collar of his suit and sat back down on the leather sofa.

Picking up the already slightly chilled tea, he took a leisurely sip.

"Buying a malevolent Qi bomb that will explode for two hundred million, this Second Young Master of the Gu family is truly a generous benefactor who is rich and foolish."

Lin Ye chuckled softly.

Young Master Qin and Fatty Wang looked at each other in dismay, remaining stunned for a full half minute before abruptly snapping out of it.

"Yezi... You were faking it just now?!"

Fatty Wang widened his eyes, as if meeting this good brother of his for the first time.

"Nonsense! That mirror appears to be Pure Yang on the surface, but hides a terrifying, extreme Yin death qi inside. Anyone who dares to use it to cast thunder spells will definitely be blown to smithereens without a corpse left."

Lin Ye put down the teacup.

"If I didn't act convincingly, how could I scam him out of two hundred million in liquid funds?"

Leng Yue sat quietly to the side.

She had witnessed Lin Ye's smooth and flowing operation from beginning to end.

An appreciative smile surfaced in those deep red eyes.

In the cultivation world of a thousand years ago, most cultivators were rigid and stubborn, advocating for straightforward head-on collisions.

She had never seen a man like Lin Ye, who played human hearts and schemes in the palm of his hand, yet could drive his mortal enemy to bankruptcy without drawing a single weapon.

"Husband's actions truly are unique; this concubine admires you."

Leng Yue's red lips curved slightly, and that incomparably beautiful smile dimmed the light of the entire private box by a few shades.

She naturally extended her jade hand, her fair fingertips resting gently on the back of Lin Ye's hand.

The cold fragrance of Manjusaka lingered at Lin Ye's nose, and she whispered in a voice soft and enchanting to the bone:

"To make such petty scoundrels suffer such a massive loss, Husband, you truly deserve a large cup of wine."

Lin Ye turned his hand over to grip that boneless, icy-cold little hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, feeling that tranquil warmth.

At that moment, the lights on the auction stage lit up once again.

Ghost Hand Seven pushed a cart covered with black velvet onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next lot is tonight's grand finale treasure."

As the black velvet was pulled back,

a bead only the size of an adult's fist, completely deep azure in color, lay quietly in the center of the tray.

The moment the bead appeared,

a terrifying chill like ten-thousand-year profound ice instantly swept through the entire auction hall.

Even the glass of the second-floor private boxes condensed a layer of fine frost.

Inside the azure bead, a vast and boundless cold ocean seemed to be sealed.

Vaguely, one could even hear ethereal and mournful weeping songs of a woman drifting out from inside the bead.

"Profound Yin Jiao-ren Tears!"

Ghost Hand Seven's voice carried irrepressible excitement.

"This is a supreme treasure formed by the blood-tears shed by the Burial Sea Jiao-ren at the moment of death, ten thousand meters deep in the deep sea. Its entire body contains the most purest Profound Yin Qi."

"Although it is harmful and of no benefit to fellow practitioners cultivating Pure Yang techniques, if used to refine water-attribute Dharma artifacts or nourish certain special evil and ominous arrays, it is simply priceless! Starting price, twenty million!"

Inside Box Number 8.

The moment Leng Yue saw that bead, her originally calm breathing suddenly tightened.

In those deep red eyes, an unprecedented desire burst forth.

She subconsciously gripped Lin Ye's hand tighter, her nails even sinking slightly into Lin Ye's palm.

This [Profound Yin Jiao-ren Tears] contained ultimate Yin-soft water qi, which happened to be the peerless miraculous medicine to suppress the Red Lotus Fire Poison and help her steadily step into the realm of the Drought Demon!

"Want it?"

Lin Ye turned his head, looking at her slightly reddened eye rims, and asked softly.

Leng Yue bit her red lips and nodded lightly: "This item is vital to me. If I can refine it, this concubine will no longer fear the torment of the fire poison eating at my heart."

"Alright, I'll buy it for you."

Lin Ye's tone was plain, as if he were just buying an apple at a roadside stall.

He turned his head to look at Young Master Qin: "Young Master Qin, how much credit is left?"

Young Master Qin was already prostrating himself in utmost admiration towards Lin Ye and nodded repeatedly: "Master, rest assured! The fifty million quota hasn't been touched at all!"

The bidding sounds in the hall were few and far between.

Although these Profound Yin Jiao-ren Tears were rare, their attributes were far too extreme.

Ordinary rogue cultivators simply couldn't refine them, and buying them back might even freeze their meridians.

The price barely stopped at twenty-five million, and no one else raised the bid.

Lin Ye pressed the microphone in front of him, his voice steady: "Thirty million!"

As soon as this bid came out, the eyes of the entire audience converged once again on Box Number 8.

Inside Box Number 3, Gu Changfeng, who had just spent two hundred million to buy a "death-summoning talisman", flashed a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"That brat still dares to bid? Elder Sun, what is this bead all about?"

Elder Sun shook his head: "An extreme Yin object is like poison to those of us who practice the Dao. Second Young Master, we don't need to spend tens of millions more to buy a useless lump of ice just to win a breath of anger."

Gu Changfeng clenched his fists tightly.

He had the mind to raise the price again to disgust Lin Ye, but after glancing at his dwindling fund balance, he could only bitterly smash the goblet in his hand.

"Thirty million once!"

"Thirty million twice!"

"Thirty million thrice! Sold! Congratulations to the distinguished guest in Box Number 8!"

As Ghost Hand Seven struck the gong, those Profound Yin Jiao-ren Tears, which were crucial to Leng Yue, were easily pocketed by Lin Ye at a very cost-effective low price.

This was the true intention of the massive trap Lin Ye had laid earlier.

First, use a bomb disguised as a supreme treasure to drain the fund pool of the competitor most likely to cause trouble.

When the real target appeared, he could easily capture it as if reaching into his pocket.

Leng Yue looked quietly at Lin Ye.

This man not only possessed the Pure Yang Dao Body capable of melting her icy body, but also possessed this deep mindset of scheming against all people under the palm of his hand.

Through a thousand years of shifting time, she had seen plenty of deception and deceit, yet for the first time she felt that being protected under the wings of a man like this was so reassuring.

She leaned her body slightly forward.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of Young Master Qin and Fatty Wang,

this haughty Red Hou queen unexpectedly leaned naturally against Lin Ye's broad shoulder.

Her cold profile pressed against the crook of Lin Ye's neck, and she murmured in a voice of infinite tenderness beside Lin Ye's ear:

"For what Husband plotted for this concubine today... This concubine shall tie grass and carry rings, and will surely exhaust everything to repay Husband."

Lin Ye reached out to embrace her slender and flexible waist.

With that charming cold fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, a confident smile curved the corner of his mouth.

"Don't rush to repay just yet; tonight's good show isn't over yet."

Lin Ye looked up, his gaze penetrating the glass curtain wall, staring fixedly at the final lot rolled out onto the auction stage.

That was an earthenware jar sealed layer upon layer with black talisman paper.

The moment the earthenware jar appeared, a foul stench of the Yinshan Sect—which Lin Ye knew all too well—instantly permeated the entire hall.