Chapter 275: Intercepting and Killing

Following the conclusion of the auction for the "Thread-Pulling Art," the atmosphere within the auction hall did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it became even more tense and exciting due to the appearance of the penultimate auction item—the Blood Burst Pill.

This mysterious medicinal pill, with its unique effects and restrictive conditions, quickly attracted the gaze of every Martial Artist in the venue.

"Blood Burst Pill, a pill that allows a person to erupt with triple their combat power in a short period, but the price is the consumption of half of one's own blood, and the effect only lasts for half an hour.

The starting bid is thirty thousand taels, and the increment must not be less than ten thousand taels."

The beautiful host spoke of the scent of money with a bewitching tone; her introduction was concise and powerful, each word striking the hearts of the Martial Artists like a heavy hammer.

"It is most suitable for Martial Artists from the Bone Refining Initial Stage to the Organ Refining Initial Stage. The physical strength of those below the Bone Refining Realm cannot withstand such a fierce medicinal effect, while for Martial Artists above the Organ Refining Initial Stage, the effect will be relatively weakened due to their profound cultivation.

Used in the right place, it allows one to fight above their rank; it is truly a life-saving pill."

This supplementary explanation made the Bone Refining Realm Martial Artists in the venue restless, and they cast longing gazes one after another.

In a world where the strong are respected, the improvement of strength often means more resources and opportunities. The appearance of the Blood Burst Pill undoubtedly provided an enticing choice for those Martial Artists who craved to increase their combat power in a short time.

Although it had severe side effects, in a life-or-death moment, this brief eruption could perhaps determine victory or defeat, or even rewrite one's fate.

Thus, the bidding voices in the venue rose again, and they were even more intense than before. The Martial Artists shouted their prices one after another, attempting to tuck this precious pill into their own pockets.

Cheng Feng also felt the intense competitive pressure amidst this frenzy, but he knew his silver was limited and he could not compete with those wealthy and influential Martial Artists.

However, he did not feel dejected or give up because of this. On the contrary, he became even more determined in his resolve to cultivate.

He understood that a true expert does not rely solely on external objects to improve their strength; more importantly, it is one's own effort and persistence.

Although the Blood Burst Pill was powerful, it was ultimately just an external aid; only one's own cultivation and realm were the eternal reliance.

And he, he only needed to work hard and add points to reach it.

Thus, while everyone was fighting over the Blood Burst Pill, Cheng Feng chose to watch from the sidelines in silence.

In the end, the Blood Burst Pill was sold for an astonishing price of one hundred and twenty thousand taels, falling into the hands of a Martial Artist from the wealthy clans in the private boxes.

When the host announced that the final auction item was a remnant of a True Qi Realm cultivation technique, "Fire Cloud True Qi," the entire auction hall boiled over again; even the VIP boxes upstairs could not hold back, and people descended one after another to participate in the bidding.

Inside the second private box, a man's bidding voice was clearly audible; his voice carried unquestionable firmness and the support of immense financial power. This change made the already tense bidding situation even more unpredictable.

Although Cheng Feng knew his silver was limited and he could not participate in this intense bidding, his eyes were filled with curiosity and yearning for the unknown.

For Martial Artists, these precious cultivation techniques were not only the key to improving strength but also a bridge to higher realms.

Not only were others lacking them, but he was also lacking them; his current Thunder Snow-Crushing Art was suitable for Blood Refining and the slow-grinding Bone Refining Realm, but for the Organ Refining portion above Bone Refining, Cheng Feng was not sure if there was any more.

Wang Tieshan often kept his mouth shut regarding information above Bone Refining, but he also never explicitly said there was more; however, Cheng Feng's Thunder Snow-Crushing Art had already reached the Perfection Realm.

He could vaguely sense that there was a follow-up; it was not the kind of dead end like the Mountain Crushing Fist, but rather a foundation laid for the subsequent realms.

But the Thunder Snow-Crushing Art was still sufficient for now; Bone Refining could only be done through slow, grinding effort, which was why Cheng Feng had become somewhat slack.

The current Cheng Feng was at the Bone Refining Late Stage, with master-level proficiency in hard Qigong, footwork, Fist Technique, and Blade Technique; he had almost no weaknesses and was sufficient for Qingxi County.

A trip to the Prefecture City had allowed Cheng Feng to see a larger world, which naturally stimulated Cheng Feng's motivation.

"Sure enough, one must go out and see the world to know how big it is," Cheng Feng thought to himself, while also unable to help but cast envious gazes at those Martial Artists who could possess these treasures.

Although he could not touch these top-tier resources for the time being, as long as he kept working hard, one day he would also be able to stand at that height and compete for his own glory and brilliance.

And this time would not be too long.

Returning from this trip to the Prefecture City, although Cheng Feng did not harvest the cultivation technique he had his heart set on, he had harvested precious experience and insight.

He saw the cruelty and competition of the Martial Artist world and also felt the gap between himself and the strong.

These experiences would become indispensable motivation and a whip on his future path of cultivation.

At the bidding site for "Fire Cloud True Qi," the atmosphere was so tense it was almost frozen. Every time a bid rang out, it echoed in the hall like a thunderclap, making one's heart tremble uncontrollably.

Just as this bidding was about to reach its peak, the sudden departure of the black-robed person was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up layers of ripples.

The black-robed person's actions made everyone present feel surprised and curious. Many people, including Cheng Feng, chose to leave quietly.

Among them, some realized that they could not compete with those big families in terms of financial power, and continuing to participate in the bidding would be futile; others were curious about the black-robed person's departure and wanted to see if they could pick up a bargain.

But a deeper reason was the greed of the crowd toward the black-robed person's behavior. They knew clearly that once a precious cultivation technique like the "Thread-Pulling Art" fell into the hands of a big family, there would inevitably be experts there to meet them to ensure nothing went wrong, so it was naturally out of their reach.

Yet the black-robed person was all alone, but he seemed to ignore all of this, not only successfully purchasing the "Thread-Pulling Art" but also planning to leave in such a swaggering manner.

In the eyes of the crowd, this behavior was no different from "a child carrying gold through a busy market," full of ignorance and contempt for the dangers of the world.

Some thought he might be a disciple of some reclusive expert, confident that he could protect his own safety with his strength; others suspected he might be a pawn of some force, deliberately creating chaos to achieve some ulterior motive.

When Cheng Feng left, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was that the Thread-Pulling Art must be obtained.

It seems that spending money like water at the Golden Breath Pavilion made him realize that his Hong Sect might still be far from qualified.

Top-tier combat power, mid-tier pillars, and bottom-tier gang members—all were still a certain distance from his vision.

Cheng Feng was impatient to let his disciples and subordinates grow rapidly; the development of the Hong Sect still lacked some means.

The Thread-Pulling Art was a guarantee for the Bone Refining Martial Artists of a force.

Big families and big forces must have already had copies or similar cultivation techniques; only small families would need such a foundation.

Cheng Feng was not in a hurry; at least he knew he was moving forward now.