God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Chapter 320(Massage Chair Extra Chapter)
Except for Ethan and Iris, not a single cultivator present recognized the incomplete stone slab.

Even Talker Latham, one of the finest appraisers of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, could only guess that the object was ancient. What era it originated from, what inscription lay upon it, and what purpose it served—none of these could be determined.

At this time, Lana stepped forward, her voice crisp and elegant.

“The last item of this treasure appraisal conference is an incomplete stone slab.”

The moment the attendants carried the slab forward, revealing its fractured surface and strange texture, the auction hall erupted with noise.

“Manager Lana, isn’t this too hasty for a final item? It’s just a stone slab!”

“Right? This doesn’t look like a treasure at all—just a broken rock!”

“Hurry up and open the coffin instead! Who cares about some rubble?”

Voices rose one after another, impatient and dismissive.

But before the chaos could grow, Latham raised his hand lightly.

“Everyone, please be patient and listen.”

His usually mild eyes sharpened suddenly, a faint pressure spreading.

“This item was entrusted to our Myriad Treasures Pavilion and added to the list temporarily. Although it appears to be an ordinary broken slab, the material used has never been seen by me. Even when I struck it with full strength… I could not damage it at all.”

Those words silenced the crowd. Even the skeptics leaned forward.

Latham lifted his palm.

The incomplete stone slab floated into the air.

His eyes hardened like steel.

A vast surge of spiritual energy burst from his palm—

Boom!!!

A heavy muffled explosion rippled through the hall. Spiritual light erupted fiercely around the slab, distorting the air itself. The surrounding space cracked, thin fractures appearing like spiderwebs.

When the light finally receded—

The slab remained perfectly intact, not a single scratch upon it.

Dead silence swept across the treasure appraisal conference.

Even the most arrogant cultivators found themselves staring with widened eyes. If a Intermediate-stage Supreme powerhouse could not damage something… how could it be ordinary?

“We, Myriad Treasures Pavilion, judge that this stone slab is extraordinary. There may be great secrets hidden within. The client has set the initial price at—ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows.”

The moment the number sounded, it felt like thunder crashing through the hall.

Ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows?

Karl Ashenvale was the first to speak.

“Talker Latham, this slab may be durable, and may indeed be ancient. But ultimately it remains just a piece of gravel. Even if it hides secrets, you cannot solve them. How can others do so?”

His tone was firm, his brows tightened.

“Ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows is equivalent to one hundred Spiritual Heart Stones. With that amount, one could exchange for several top-grade immortal spiritual methods. If luck permits, even a Top-grade immortal secret technique.”

(Note: Secret techniques are rarer than spiritual techniques and similar skills, and their value is considered equal to inheritance techniques.)

Others chimed in immediately:

“The First Elder is right! No matter how tough it is, it’s still just a rock!”

“It’s gambling! Who wants to throw away ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows on a stone of unknown use?”

“Forget it. If someone wants to ruin themselves, let them. But open the coffin first!”

Even from Isolde Stonebridge’s box came a neutral but dismissive voice.

The hall’s mood was obvious.

Lana and Latham exchanged glances.

They had expected this outcome.

After all, the slab’s origin was vague, its function undetermined. And the price was too high—even Myriad Treasures Pavilion initially refused to take it.

But the client, a Supreme powerhouse, had promised that if it sold, half the reward would be shared with the Pavilion. Only then had Lana added it as the final surprise item.

Seeing the crowd unconvinced, Latham tried again.

“Everyone, please think carefully. Even if no mystery lies within, this slab’s material is extremely rare. If forged into a spiritual weapon, it could become a holy-grade spiritual weapon!”

But the audience only shook their heads.

No one present was foolish. They knew better than to dream impossible dreams.

In the entire Skyreach Territory, there wasn’t a single person capable of forging holy weapons. Even across the continent, only a few existed.

No matter how durable this slab was—it wasn’t worth ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrows.

The hall once again fell into silence.

Grey chuckled softly.

“They really can’t appreciate how precious this thing is.”

Iris nodded slightly.

“Ten thousand top-grade spiritual essence is only equal to one hundred Heart Stones. The owner must not understand the true value of the slab. Its worth is absolutely beyond holy weapons.”

Her eyes gleamed faintly.

Even if it was only an imitation of an Original Stone Tablet, it could make the Heaven and Earth Compass react. That was enough to tell her something shocking:

Original Dao text was carved into it.

If deciphered—even in part—

it must be at least a top-level secret technique or a holy-level spiritual technique—perhaps even something higher!

If it contains an inheritance technique, it may be an extremely powerful super-inheritance technique, or possibly an even stronger one!

Ethan also calculated silently.

“Ten thousand top-grade spiritual marrow…”

He quickly converted all of the spiritual marrow, crystals, and treasures he possessed.

Combined, he not only had enough to reach ten thousand—he had surplus.

A faint smile crossed his lips.

“Thanks to Bram and the others for sending me such a big contribution.”

Without their storage rings, collecting ten thousand top-grade marrows so quickly would have been difficult.

Latham spoke again, a slight edge in his voice:

“Fellow Daoists, will no one consider it?”

But the crowd remained silent.

None of them dared to burn so much wealth on a mysterious rock.

Yet Latham was calm.

If no one bought it now, he had a final strategy.

bundle it with the corpse in the coffin and force a higher sale.

He opened his mouth, ready to proceed.

“Well, since no one is interested in this stone slab, then—”

Before he could finish—

A faint voice drifted across the hall like a blade slicing through silence.