God-Tier Fishing System - Chapter 321
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Chapter 321: Chapter 321(Massage Chair Extra Chapter)
“This slate looks like an extraordinary thing, left over from ancient times. If no one wants it, let me get lucky.”
The one who spoke… was Iris.
Her tone was faint, almost casual, but each word carried a weight that pressed upon the hall. Before anyone could react, a glowing arc of spiritual light drifted from her hand.
One hundred Spiritual Heart Stones floated beneath the shimmering aura.
The brilliance of the Heart Stones instantly drew every gaze in the auction house. Like moths drawn to flame, cultivators strained their eyes to see the mysterious woman bold enough to casually throw out wealth equivalent to a sect’s entire treasury.
Yet Iris, Grey, and Seraphina were all wrapped in heavy cloaks. Their faces were concealed, their aura restrained—until now.
Iris felt the probing stares and narrowed her eyes.
“Guys, do we look good?”
She snorted coldly.
The next instant—
a terrifying pressure belonging to a Supreme Realm powerhouse swept through the hall.
“—!!”
“Su-Supreme?!”
“W-who is she? That aura—great terror!”
Even those seated in high-ranking clan boxes jolted upright. The crushing force made the air tremble, made weaker cultivators lower their heads instinctively.
Being noticed by a Supreme was equivalent to courting death.
No one dared look at her again. Even Karl Ashenvale, half-step Supreme, felt his blood quiver slightly.
From Isolde Stonebridge’s box, Damion shot to his feet, pupils contracting sharply.
“That pressure… this woman’s aura is stronger than Latham’s!”
Latham himself was staring with a solemn expression.
“Supreme… and not just any Supreme. This aura is stronger than mine… yet it feels wired. Inferior-level Supreme, but strength comparable to intermediate Supreme?”
He observed carefully, but no matter how he examined her, the result eluded him.
Karl Ashenvale stood up. His face was respectful but also forced.
“I am Karl Ashenvale, First Elder of the Ashenvale family of the Holy land of Endless Mountains. May I ask where Senior comes from?”
Dead silence fell.
Curtains opened fully, revealing Karl’s cupped fists and lowered posture—a rare act of respect from the famously proud elder.
Iris tilted her head slightly.
“Karl Ashenvale… what kind of hot chicken? Never heard of you.”
The audience: “…”
“You are not qualified to ask me my origin.”
Her voice was calm, but her aura thickened like a tidal wave pressing down.
“Do you think cats and dogs can inquire about my identity?”
If not for the presence of many powerful beings, Karl Ashenvale would have already been a corpse.
Half-step Supreme? In Iris’s eyes, that was barely above a strong ant.
Karl’s face twisted in humiliation.
This was the first time in his life he had been openly mocked before so many witnesses. The contempt in her tone was an insult deeper than any wound.
“Very good…” Karl muttered coldly and sat down, seething.
Grey sneered from beside Iris:
“Haha, people in this barbaric land really don’t know their weight.”
Latham stopped trying to analyze her. As long as the stone sold, he didn’t care whether the buyer was a divine dragon or a mad demon.
Meanwhile, Ethan in his box rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Then he spoke:
“I also feel this stone slab is not a mortal thing. I want to study it as well.”
He raised his voice.
“I will give one hundred and one Heart Stones.”
The hall erupted again.
“One hundred and one!?”
“Does Ethan really have so many Spiritual Heart Stones?”
“That’s equivalent to the Ashenvale family’s savings over several years!”
In the Ashenvale family’s box, Noel muttered darkly:
“He truly has this many heart stones…?”
Karl chuckled, cold and vicious.
“The richer he is… the happier I am. When the treasure appraisal conference ends, everything he possesses will belong to our Ashenvale family.”
Rain stared at Ethan, baffled.
“Brother Ethan, are you crazy?! Why spend one hundred and one Spiritual Heart Stones on a piece of stone!?”
“I want to take a gamble.”
Rain fell silent.
Zeon’s eyes sparkled like stars.
“Brother Ethan has already acted… I can’t hold back either!”
He wasn’t sure what the slab was—but it could withstand Latham’s attack. That alone meant it was extraordinary.
Specific use?
Who cared?
If it was mysterious, he wanted it.
Roan sighed with admiration.
“It’s great to have money.”
Iris and Grey turned toward Ethan simultaneously.
Grey snorted.
“How dare you, a small physical cultivator, contest us?”
She glanced at Iris.
“Aunt Iris, just take it directly. Don’t play with these insects.”
Iris nodded lightly.
Her voice carried across the hall again:
“A holy-grade spiritual technique.”
The instant those words fell, a shimmering blue scroll appeared in her hand.
A chilling wave surged outward.
Winter descended.
The entire auction house temperature plummeted. Frost crawled across walls and marble floors. Even the spiritual lamps flickered violently.
Cultivators instantly activated spiritual energy to resist the cold.
“H—holy grade spiritual method!?”
“Spiritual techniques of that level are priceless!”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
“What powerful cultivation… Who is she?”
This woman was no ordinary Supreme.
And with such wealth and terrifying technique, the chance of Ethan winning the slab dropped dramatically.
Zeon’s voice trembled.
“She’s willing to take out a holy-grade spiritual technique… could it be she knows the true secret of the slab?”
“Very likely,” Ethan replied.
Althea also stared at the cloaked woman.
Someone who could casually take out a holy-grade technique…
Could she be from an ancient clan like her own Riverborn clan?
She was deep in thought when her expression suddenly shifted.
Her bloodline power stirred uncontrollably.
“They’re finally near…”
Her clan had arrived close to Noble Sun City. In three days at most, they would find her.
Her time with Ethan was shrinking rapidly.
Lana below heard Ethan’s bid and couldn’t help frowning.
What are you doing, Ethan? Fighting over a mysterious slab with a Supreme powerhouse?
She could not understand.
Still, she continued the auction.
“Everyone, is there any higher bid?”
Silence blanketed the hall.
No one dared bid against a Supreme who threw out a holy-grade spiritual technique.
In Ethan’s box, Zeon’s eyes flashed cunningly—
and he devised a plan in an instant.