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As the massive figure moved, the layers of fat on his gigantic body shook violently with each motion.
Meanwhile, the tea table that had taken Dong Yan's punch was instantly incinerated into a handful of fine, black ashes. The ashes fell rapidly to the ground.
At the same time, a violent, scorching aura swept across his plump body, flashing faintly before fading away.
"Hmph, my Fire Spirit Sect is a force with an inheritance of Dou Di secret techniques. That Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva... who knows if it even leads to the Bodhisattva Heart? Frankly, this master isn't impressed!"
Thinking about the few precious eighth-tier pills stored inside his storage ring, Dong Yan's heart ached bitterly. In the end, he could only give up on competing for it.
After all, he was reluctant to part with his eighth-tier pills, and aside from those, he didn't really have any other treasures of higher value on him.
It wasn't as if he could take out his sect's most guarded secret scroll just to compete for a vague clue about the Bodhisattva Heart.
Unless he'd become an idiot from cultivating the Emperor Spirit Flame, no sane person would ever do that.
Who would willingly trade away a secret art created by a Dou Di powerhouse for some uncertain hint about a Bodhisattva Heart?
Besides, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't dare reveal it. That scroll was a forbidden secret. He wouldn't even speak of it to anyone else.
Both inside and outside the sect, he had always claimed that Fire Spirit Sect merely inherited a single flame, nothing more.
And their violent Dou Qi? That was explained away as being the result of practicing a special sect master-exclusive secret art.
If he dared reveal what they were truly cultivating, if word got out about the existence of that priceless treasure…it wouldn't take long before a flood of powerhouses came to rob them blind.
Even those elusive, godlike Dou Sheng experts—those who rarely appeared in the world—would be tempted beyond reason.
Because the weight behind those four simple words… "Dou Di Inheritance"…was enough to drive every top powerhouse on the Dou Qi Continent into utter madness.
Back then, if it hadn't been for the strict entry restrictions within that Illusory Light Space, his Fire Spirit Sect wouldn't have had the chance to obtain this secret at all.
If there hadn't been those restrictions, even those normally untouchable Dou Sheng experts would've fought to the death for it. As this thought crossed his mind, Dong Yan cursed bitterly in his heart:
"This Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, aside from its fancy name, probably has nothing to do with the Bodhisattva Heart at all! That damned old ghost Ouyang… he must've been wasting his time for nothing!"
"One three-colored eighth-tier pill!"
Just then, another voice rang out from one of the upper VIP rooms, carrying clearly into everyone's ears.
"Three-Colored … Eighth-Tier Pill?!"
Upon hearing this new bid, the crowd was instantly stunned, their expressions filled with shock.
In unison, everyone turned their eyes toward VIP Room 16, the source of the bid. They were all eager to know just who was inside.
But unfortunately, the only thing that greeted their curious gazes… was a pitch-black crystal wall, revealing nothing.
"No idea who's in there, but they actually dared to compete against the number one Alchemist Grandmaster of the Western Wasteland Desert!"
Some people spoke in hushed whispers, their eyes filled with schadenfreude as they glanced toward Room 16.
"Yeah, whoever that guy is, he's probably got the guts to buy it… but he won't have the life to use it."
The people nearby chuckled softly, joining in on the mocking.
"VIP Room 16 bids one three-colored eighth-tier pill. Does anyone here have a higher offer?"
Upon hearing the price shouted by Lin Feng, the auctioneer was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained her composure and continued calling out bids.
Though her heart was filled with curiosity about the identity of this mysterious bidder, she still had to fulfill her duty as the host.
"Right… forget the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva for now. What's more important to me… is seizing that man's Heavenly Flame."
As soon as he heard the bid, a fiery gleam burst within Dong Yan's eyes, his greed intensifying as his thoughts darkened. After all, he still remembered that Feng Lin's voice very clearly.
"If my Emperor Spirit Flame can devour that kid's Heavenly Flame, it will definitely undergo a tremendous boost. Hmph, even that Hu Sheng would no longer be worth my attention!
When that happens, wouldn't the entire Western Wasteland Desert have no choice but to submit to my Fire Spirit Sect, hahaha! "
Thinking about the countless benefits he would gain after obtaining the Heavenly Flame, Dong Yan's heart surged with excitement, and his obese body instantly erupted with a violent, scorching, blood-colored flame.
If Lin Feng were present, he would have been utterly shocked. Because the power of this flame was already no weaker than the Fallen Heart Flame, ranked fourteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking.
"Room 16… who exactly are they, to actually dare compete with this old man, the number one alchemist of the Western Wasteland Desert, for the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva."
Inside another VIP room, an old man with half-black, half-white hair narrowed his eyes and spoke faintly, his voice calm but carrying a hidden pressure.
Ever since he arrived in this Western Desolate Region, any Dou Zun who saw him would give way and show respect. And now, someone with no eyes for danger actually dared to snatch something from Ouyang Jie.
However, he didn't continue bidding. After all, such high-grade three-colored eighth-tier pills were also very limited in his possession.
To exchange one for the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva was something he was naturally reluctant to do. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it — but robbing would be far more cost-effective.
After all, take a look at this Western Desolate Region…whoever dared to steal from him, he would make sure they wouldn't even know how they died!
"Congratulations to the guest in VIP Room 16, for successfully winning the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva!"
A few minutes later, when the auctioneer saw no one else raising the price, she struck the wooden hammer hard on the table and announced loudly.
The moment her voice fell, two maids immediately stepped forward, carefully lifting the transparent crystal box down while bringing up the next auction item.
"Hmph, so what if you bought it? As long as this old man promises to personally refine a pill, wouldn't there be Dou Zuns lining up to help me retrieve that Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva?"
Watching the crystal box being carried away, Ouyang Jie let out a cold snort, his voice filled with murderous intent.
"Hu~"
Inside VIP Room Sixteen, after seeing the auctioneer strike the hammer, Lin Feng finally exhaled deeply, his tense heart relaxing slightly.
Although he had indeed considered using force to snatch the Bodhisattva Body Transformation Saliva, after thinking it through carefully, he decided that such a priceless treasure was best secured as early as possible.
Thus, under the astonished gazes of Xiao Yixian, Feng Qing'er, and Tian Huo Zun Zhe, he used a single three-colored eighth-tier pill — the kind that even Dou Zun experts would go mad for — to successfully win the item.
However, he didn't plan to explain too much right now. He decided to wait until only the three of them were together before revealing the deeper secrets behind this treasure.
"Everyone, the next item is the second-to-last treasure of this auction, something that is considered priceless in the eyes of all wind-attributed cultivators — the Origin of the Earth Source Fierce Wind!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the auctioneer pulled away the black cloth, revealing a small transparent jade bottle beneath it.
Inside, a faint yellow wisp of tiny wind currents was slowly rotating, constantly spiraling in place.
That seemingly fragile strand of wind, which looked as though it would disperse with a single touch, instantly caused the gazes of some knowledgeable wind-attribute cultivators — and even those who had wind-attributed family members — to become incomparably heated.
Their eyes burned with desire as they greedily stared at the small jade bottle.
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