Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor-Chapter 962 - 972: Wanting to Crawl into a Hole

"Stop talking nonsense! In assessing alchemy skills, it's not just about one aspect, but the overall capability. I only have a bit more creativity than him in handling the Corpse Flower." Chu Feng was quite humble.

But indeed, that was the truth.

The level of a Pill Master is measured by comprehensive strength.

"Next up for auction is the Super Ninth Grade Golden Core, crafted by Wushou Supreme Pill Venerable of Shennong Mountain. This is a unique elixir recipe that only a Royal Alchemist can master. The starting price is 800,000 Spirit, with each bid increase not exceeding 1,000 Spirit. Keep up your passion from earlier, and continue to vie for it!"

Ye Wu called out energetically.

Wushou Dan Venerate also wore a confident smile, anticipation written on his face as he awaited the frenzy of bids from the guests.

He believed his Super Ninth Grade Golden Core would surely be even more sought after than that Super Ninth Grade Soul Reviving Pill from earlier.

"Chu Feng, dare you publicly challenge this Dan Venerate to an alchemy battle? You're about to learn what 'there's always someone better' means. Watch closely — my Super Ninth Grade Golden Core is going to fetch a price so high you'll envy it for eternity."

Wushou Dan Venerate reprimanded Chu Feng with extreme disdain.

"Oh really? I'm quite eager to see it!"

Chu Feng smirked; this Wushou Dan Venerate seemed to be overly conceited.

Could he not notice the awkward atmosphere? Ten seconds had passed since the price for the Super Ninth Grade Golden Core was announced, yet not a single bid was made.

Such silence didn't bode well.

Ten more seconds passed without any bids.

Buying things often generates a herd mentality.

The more sought-after an item, the higher the buyers' enthusiasm. Conversely, items without interest become even colder.

Now, Wushou Dan Venerate was starting to lose his composure.

"Master..." Wen Danzun was a bit anxious.

"Don't worry, everyone is certainly stunned by the low starting price of this elixir. That Super Ninth Grade Soul Reviving Pill went for a full three million Spirit, a genuine leap compared to my Super Ninth Grade Golden Core. Mine should at least sell for four million Spirit."

Wushou Dan Venerate was confident, still maintaining his composure at this stage.

On the auction platform, Ye Wu had already sensed something was amiss.

With her experience as a gold medal auctioneer, she swiftly noticed that the guests' reactions decidedly exceeded her expectations when she enthusiastically announced the price of the Super Ninth Grade Golden Core.

Ye Wu's heart sank.

Such scenarios often preluded an unsuccessful auction.

"Haha, it seems everyone is dumbfounded by Wushou Dan Venerate's Golden Core! Good things won't wait, show your passion from earlier and make your move now!" Ye Wu encouraged with an awkward smile.

But it still felt like dropping stones into the sea—no bids were placed.

The situation was now indeed embarrassing.

Even Young Master Jin Ling, hopelessly infatuated with Ye Wu, was ignoring everything, fiddling with the Storage Ring on his hand.

At this point, even a fool like Wushou Dan Venerate understood that he was overly confident.

The guests simply weren't interested in his much-anticipated Super Ninth Grade Golden Core.

He could even say they were extremely uninterested.

"So who was saying we should keep our eyes open? People, sometimes you boast too much, forgetting even who your father is." A voice full of mockery erupted.

Everyone turned to see a young man dressed in black, ruthlessly mocking Wushou Dan Venerate, adding insult to injury without reservation.

It was beyond Wushou Dan Venerate's wildest dreams that his proudly crafted Super Ninth Grade Golden Core would end up without a sale.

If he had obediently sat in the stands as a regular guest, refraining from showing off,

perhaps he wouldn't be in such an awkward position.

Now, he was practically put on the hot seat.

The black-clad youth's remark felt as if it was pouring oil and sprinkling salt on the fire, leaving Wushou Dan Venerate in boundless shame, wishing he could hide under his seat.

As for his old face, it had nowhere to rest.

"Who are you? How dare you show such disrespect to my master? If you have the guts, give your name." Wen Danzun's face was full of killing intent as he stared intently at the young man in black.

"Oh, oh, is this going to be a cover-up or what? People have mouths; don't they have the right to speak? Tsk tsk, if Shennong Mountain's head only has this kind of tolerance, I pity you."

The black-clad youth's words were extremely sharp, like a poisonous-tongued woman.

The more unpleasant the words, the more he seemed to pick them.

Wen Danzun's complexion turned purple and his breathing became like a bellows, almost bursting his lungs with fury.

"If you have the guts, give your name. If I, Dan Venerate, don't kill you, I'll be your grandson!" Wen Danzun shouted angrily, red-faced and neck-haired.

Wushou Dan Venerate sat there, his gaze chilling.

But the old man's face didn't have much expression, although it revealed a slight hint of deep red.

His elixir didn't sell, and he felt ashamed.

Under the scrutiny of so many eyes, his inner feelings certainly weren't as calm as his face.

He might even have suicidal thoughts.

"The name doesn't change with deeds, the surname doesn't change when sitting, I'm Chang Erliu! Grandson, make sure to recognize this old face of your Elder Chang. Remember to kneel and call me grandpa when we meet."

The black-clad youth was Chang Erliu, who wanted to make friends with Chu Feng.

This loafer was not afraid.

Daring to provoke even Shennong Mountain's Wushou Dan Venerate, he was quite an unknown.

Chu Feng couldn't help but regard this youth with a tad more respect.

"Good, very good, you got some nerve. Dare to face a duel once outside the auction?" Wen Danzun challenged Chang Erliu.

With the cultivation of a First Tribulation Supreme Sword God, he naturally didn't take Chang Erliu seriously.

Given Chang Erliu's youth and obscurity,

Wen Danzun reckoned that Chang Erliu couldn't be overly proficient.

"Anytime!" Chang Erliu promptly accepted. "I'm a kind person and can't bear to see you perish so soon. Advice: best not duel me unless it's your master, Ge Wushou, he might have a chance against me."

Chang Erliu smiled frivolously, casting his gaze upon Wushou Dan Venerate.

He even addressed him by his name.

"Young man, I advise you not to be too arrogant, or you may not know how you'll die!" Wushou Dan Venerate couldn't discern Chang Erliu's background and dared not rashly confront him. Nonetheless, his fury was at its peak.

His gaze toward Chang Erliu was filled with intense killing intent.

"Heh, speaking of arrogance and madness, who could surpass you, Ge Wushou?" Chang Erliu retorted sharply, nearly choking Wushou Dan Venerate to death.

Ye Wu didn't wish for an outbreak of violence among guests, immediately shouting, "800,000 Spirit first call! Second call… third call, I declare, the Super Ninth Grade Golden Core is unsold."

Three strikes landed; Wushou Dan Venerate's Super Ninth Grade Golden Core was unsold.

The last strike was no less than a resounding slap to Wushou Dan Venerate's face.