Chapter 274: Silk-Pulling Art II

Cheng Feng's gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, fixed intently on every treasure circulating on the auction stage.

But deep in his heart, that longing for the "Silk-Pulling Art" burned like a raging fire, difficult to suppress.

Cheng Feng's heart was a tumult of mixed emotions, filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

He prayed silently, hoping that the competition for the "Silk-Pulling Art" would be relatively mild, so as not to force him into a dilemma.

However, fate always seems to love playing jokes on people.

The beautiful woman on stage giggled: "Next is the third-to-last auction item of the day. Many Martial Artists have come for this, and many Martial Artist families have prepared for a long time for it.

The rare Bone Refining Stage cultivation art, 'Silk-Pulling Art', has a starting bid of thirty thousand taels. Each increment must be no less than ten thousand taels. Please place your bids, honored guests."

When this rare auxiliary art for the Bone Refining Realm was finally revealed before everyone's eyes, the entire auction venue seemed to be ignited, instantly boiling over.

Honored guests in the private boxes upstairs also entered the fray one after another; the sounds of bidding rose and fell, and the price soared all the way up.

A cold female voice came from the No. 5 box: "Fifty thousand taels."

A male voice came from the No. 3 box: "The Li Family is becoming more and more regressive. Sixty thousand taels."

No. 5 box: "Liu Ji, is a mere sixty thousand taels considered ahead? Ninety thousand taels."

Cheng Feng clenched his fists, sweat slightly beading on his forehead. He constantly weighed the pros and cons, pondering whether to exhaust everything he had to win this art.

As a result, the sounds of bidding surged in like a tide, and the price was like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, galloping all the way and far exceeding Cheng Feng's initial expectations.

He gripped his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. At this moment, he deeply understood the helplessness and struggle of "gaining is my fortune, losing is my fate."

Just as Cheng Feng was about to give up, an unexpected variable appeared.

A mysterious buyer dressed in a black robe, their face hidden in the shadow of a hood, suddenly intervened, shouting from below the stage: "One hundred thousand taels."

Their bid was so high that everyone present was shocked, as if they were telling everyone through their actions that they were determined to obtain this "Silk-Pulling Art."

Those who could sit below the stage were basically Martial Artists with no reputation or major faction background. Such a Martial Artist suddenly intervening in the bidding and calling out "one hundred thousand taels" at such a high price,

caused the gazes of everyone present to involuntarily focus on that mysterious buyer dressed in a black robe with their face hidden in the shadow of a hood.

Although they did not appear to belong to those prominent Martial Artist families or factions, their spirit and determination made it impossible for others to underestimate them.

The VIP boxes on stage were also somewhat surprised. The cold female voice in the No. 5 box laughed: "A lone rogue Martial Artist also wants to lay a finger on a precious cultivation art? Do you really think the Prefecture City families have no one? One hundred and fifty thousand taels."

On the contrary, the No. 3 box fell silent; it seemed they were standing on the same side as the Li Family in the No. 5 box.

The black-robed person's heart sank; they had not expected the situation to become so tense. They gritted their teeth and decided to give it one more try.

"Two hundred thousand taels!" the black-robed person shouted loudly, their voice echoing throughout the entire auction venue.

The crowd was in an uproar; this price had already far exceeded expectations. The cold woman in the No. 5 box had a cold look in her eyes: "Two hundred and fifty thousand taels!"

The black-robed person felt the pressure increase, but they did not want to give up easily. They took a deep breath: "Three hundred thousand taels!"

At this moment, the entire venue was silent; people were watching the black-robed person and the No. 5 box. Finally, the No. 5 box fell silent. The auctioneer struck the gavel: "Congratulations to this gentleman for obtaining the 'Silk-Pulling Art'!"

Facing this sudden turn of events, a sense of powerlessness could not help but well up in Cheng Feng's heart. With his own financial resources, trying to compete with this mysterious buyer was undoubtedly like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But give up? How could he be willing? For him, this art was not only a shortcut to improving his strength but also the key to the future development of the Hong Sect.

Just as Cheng Feng was mired in deep contradiction and struggle, he suddenly thought of something, and a flash of resolution crossed his eyes.

He turned quickly and whispered a few words to the disciples beside him. The disciples nodded one after another after hearing them and quickly left the box. Cheng Feng knew that relying solely on his own financial resources to compete with that mysterious buyer was almost impossible.

In this auction, besides financial resources, one also needed wisdom and strategy. Perhaps he could approach it from another angle and find a turning point.

Moreover, the people around Cheng Feng also gave their own men subtle glances one after another; there were quite a few such people.

Cheng Feng touched the Space Ring on his chest; the Mechanical Dog was inside. This was his greatest trump card and also the key means to seize the Silk-Pulling Art.

He wondered if these people around him could withstand it?

Watching the black-robed person walk toward the room in the back to pay, the people present left their seats one after another. In an instant, more than half had left; many families and rogue cultivators held hope for this.

Auxiliary-type cultivation arts are very scarce. During the Blood Refining stage, there are many medicinal soups and supplements that can assist, but auxiliary arts for the Bone Refining Stage can be called rare.

Every family that possesses an auxiliary art will not let such a good thing out. Some even go so far as to completely change the appearance of the art; outsiders won't recognize the name or know the specific content, as long as the effect is powerful, that is enough.

The higher a Martial Artist's realm, the more precious the things they need.

From the moment Blood Qi begins to infiltrate the bones, every step has its own difficulties. If one is careless, bones can break; if the bone and Blood Qi meridians are wrong, the best case is that the Martial Dao path stagnates, and the worst case is that one's life is not guaranteed.

The Senior Martial Sister Zhao Wei was determined to break through to Bone Refining, but her grasp of Blood Qi was insufficient. If not for Cheng Feng's Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, she would likely have been a traveler on the road to the Yellow Springs.

Seeing that the people around him who were making moves all had the same idea,

Cheng Feng comforted his wounded heart.

It was not that he was too ruthless, but that everyone around him was like this.

Immediately, his gaze changed, flashing with a hint of ruthlessness: Since everyone wants that Silk-Pulling Art, then let's see who has the real skills!

To be honest, this was the first time Cheng Feng had been so attentive to a cultivation art; it was truly because this art could allow Bone Refining Stage Martial Artists to progress faster without harming their lives.

There were so many people in his home and in his sect who needed it; Cheng Feng could not just watch them one by one face danger and only save one.

Even with the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, it shouldn't be wasted like that!

Moreover, Cheng Feng only had one person's worth of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment left. Cheng Feng was still thinking about maximizing its benefits, and there was already a candidate.

It just depends on whether the fish takes the bait.

If it doesn't take the bait, it doesn't matter. If it does, Cheng Feng might gain another cultivation accelerator.

For the sake of progress, it is not shameful.

Watching that black-robed person walk out of the transaction room, the eyes of the people below the stage flickered, all looking at him with the gaze of someone looking at prey.

That black-robed person turned a blind eye, sat down directly, and waited for the final auction item.