The auction hall, which had previously been filled with frustrated whispers due to the actions of Room Number Seven, was now completely transformed into a sea of uproar when the Thunder Pear Fruit was announced as the grand finale.Compared to all the spiritual herbs, weapons, and thousand-year ginsengs that had appeared before, this treasure was clearly on an entirely different level.The fruit was slowly placed onto the crystal display table by an attendant whose hands trembled as though he were carrying a priceless heavenly relic.Its shape resembled an ordinary pear, yet its entire surface was covered in fine arcs of golden-purple lightning that continuously pulsed, radiating pure energy so intense that the cultivators throughout the hall felt their breathing grow heavier.Even those of lower cultivation realms could sense extraordinary benefits merely from inhaling its aroma.The auction hostess smiled broadly as she observed the crowd’s reaction, then spoke in a voice amplified

Room Number Seven suddenly fell silent after the main door closed.The thick aroma of spiritual incense that had previously filled the air gradually faded, replaced by the scent of sandalwood from the carved tables and chairs.Before even three breaths had passed, hurried footsteps could be heard from the corridor.Knock. Knock.The door opened.A middle-aged man stepped inside. His body was upright and firm, his dark blue robe embroidered with golden thread in the shape of scales on the left side of his chest. His face appeared friendly, but his eyes held the caution of a merchant who had spent decades trading in wealth, treasures, and even lives.“Ah, Young Master Han, I truly did not expect you to attend our auction,” he said while bowing respectfully. “My name is Chao Dongfeng. I am the manager of Treasure Pavilion’s Pandan Wangi City branch.”Han Nian, who was currently reclining lazily in the main seat, merely raised an eyebrow.Before he could respond, Chao Dongfeng’s gaze shif

Han Nian shifted his gaze to the corner of the cave. There, Han Tian sat cross-legged on a flat stone, his breathing steady, spiritual energy flowing in and out of his pores like thin mist. His cultivation was growing more stable. On the other side, Lin Yue and Su Mei sat leaning against the cave wall. The two of them looked on good terms, whispering while occasionally giggling softly. Whatever they were talking about, seeing them get along made Han Nian feel relieved. He smiled faintly toward the two of them, then took a deep breath. Time to work. Without wasting time, Han Nian sat cross-legged in the middle of the cave. With a flick of his finger, three jade boxes floated out from his storage ring. The moment the lids opened, a dense medicinal aroma immediately filled the cave, making even Han Tian, who was cultivating, frown and open his eyes for a moment before closing them again. “2000-year Ginseng, 2000-year Red Dragon Grass, and 2000-year Moon Mushroom,” Han Nian muttered.

Warm steam billowed from the white jade stone bathtub, the water inside was clear. Han Nian stood at the edge of the tub, staring at Su Mei who sat leaning inside it. Water droplets streamed from her long black hair, past her slender neck, collarbone, then fell back to the surface. “Su Mei,” Han Nian’s voice was low, serious. All his mischievous attitude was gone. “Are you ready?” Su Mei opened her eyes. Her gaze was sharp, unwavering. She nodded once. Without speaking. “I’m warning you again. The risk is painful. The pain isn’t in the skin, but in the marrow, in the meridians, in every muscle fiber.” Su Mei kept nodding. Her resolve was already firm. To pursue the speed of the Lonely Sword Technique, her body had to be reforged. Han Nian took a long breath. He stepped closer with high focus. The Qi in his body was suppressed, his senses sharpened until he could hear Su Mei’s heartbeat. This was no joke. One slight mistake, and Su Mei’s meridians could explode. But the moment he

After explaining to the three of them about the greater risks inside, Han Nian set off. Whoosh! His body shot forward like a shadow, running fast through the dense trees. The wind roared in his ears, leaves flying and left behind. He moved for an hour without stopping. His breathing remained steady, the Qi in his Dantian circulating stably. After stopping in a misty valley, his eyes caught a faint greenish glow. A 500-year-old Spirit Herb grew in a rock crevice, its leaves glowing like jade. Guarding it was a Tier-Three Spirit Beast, an Iron Tiger with steel-like fur and gleaming fangs. Grrraaahh! The Iron Tiger roared, its claws tearing through the air and producing a sharp sound. The ground beneath it cracked. Without much ado, Han Nian stepped forward. His gaze was calm. Zap! In an instant he was already in front of the Iron Tiger. Swish! His fist shot forward like a meteor piercing the night. Bomb! The Iron Tiger’s head exploded before it could roar a second time. Splaash! Thic