The auction house was finally quiet.
After Soyang had secured the Incomplete Phoenix Wings for a staggering nine lakh spirit stones, he didn't bother bidding on anything else. Everything after that felt like trash—not even worth a glance.
The last item was sold to Room Number One.
The host announced, "Today's auction concludes here. Thank you for attending the Scarlet Cauldron Auction."
Soyang sat silently in his private room, arms folded. He wasn't in the mood to talk—just waiting for what was his.
A moment later, the door creaked open. A robed elder entered, his face respectful and calm.
"Young Master Soyang," the elder bowed, "your pill sold for 1.4 million spiritual stones. As promised, here is your spirit card, along with the Phoenix Wings, the silver scroll… then soyang give the vial of True Yang Blood and spiritual stone you offered."
He placed the items neatly on the table.
Soyang didn't even spare him a full glance. With a flick of his finger, all the items vanished into his storage ring.
"I'm done here," he said, standing up.
The elder stepped aside respectfully, but as Soyang passed him, he paused.
With a cold smile, he said, "Next time, keep women away from my room. I don't like pests crawling around."
The elder blinked, confused.
Soyang leaned closer, his voice sharp and low like a blade drawn across flesh.
"I hate women. If I see another one near me during a deal again... I'll make sure the next auction includes her corpse."
The elder flinched as Soyang walked past him, the oppressive chill lingering long after he had gone.
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Forest Encounter: Flames of Death
Outside the auction house, Soyang walked through the streets, blending with the crowd. But his instincts were sharp, honed by blood and betrayal.
Someone was following him.
He didn't react, didn't even flinch. He simply veered off the main road and walked straight into the forest, steps slow and casual.
The trees thickened. The shadows grew deeper.
Then, he stopped.
"Enough," Soyang said flatly, not even turning around. "Come out. If you wanted to hide, you should've brought a better scent."
A cold laugh echoed.
From behind a thick tree trunk, a black-hooded figure emerged. An old man, face wrinkled like dried bark, eyes full of greed.
"Haha, sharp brat," the old man sneered. "But your sharpness won't save you today. Hand over the Phoenix Wings, the silver scroll, and every last item in your ring... and maybe I'll give you a painless death."
Soyang finally turned, cracking his knuckles.
"I see," he said with a cruel smirk. "An old man with one foot in the grave, still struggling for treasures like a starving dog."
The old man's face twisted with rage. "You dare—!"
He launched forward, spiritual energy exploding around him.
But Soyang stood still. A crimson flame bloomed in his palm—his Eternal Heart Flame.
The old man struck with full power, but Soyang met his attack with a Flaming Punch, the searing fire erupting on contact. Though the punch didn't cause much visible damage at first, the old man stumbled, confused.
"What… what is this?!"
Then, his body began to burn from the inside.
The Eternal Heart Flame had entered him.
The old man screamed, his skin blistering, his organs igniting. Flames erupted from within as his body convulsed.
"You… you devil! Stop it!!"
Soyang's eyes were cold. "Burn to ash."
The forest echoed with screams that slowly faded into a crackling silence.
All that remained was a scorched ring, which Soyang casually picked up.
Later, nestled within a cave in the mountain, Soyang sat cross-legged, cultivating. His aura surged—and then stabilized.
"Second level breakthrough… Good," he muttered.
Then he retrieved the mysterious silver scroll from his ring.
"System," he said, eyes narrowing. "What's this scroll?"
[System: Unknown Silver Scroll. Requires special flame to activate. Cannot be opened through normal means. Eternal Heart Flame detected—permission granted.]
He summoned the flame in his palm and applied it to the scroll.
At first, it resisted. But as the heat intensified, the silver paper began to melt. Slowly, it turned into a silver liquid and floated toward his forehead.
Soyang grimaced. "System—what is this?"
[System: This is a spiritual imprint of a dead supreme master. The master gives you the inheritance of him It will unlock a portion of his knowledge and integrate it into your spiritual sea. Such transmissions are normally impossible before Soul Formation, but this scroll is a rare exception.]
He entered meditation and slipped into his spiritual sea.
It was black , vast and turbulent. Floating in the center was the melted silver scroll, now glowing with silver runes.
Suddenly, the runes burst apart, and a ghostly figure appeared—a bearded old man in battle-worn robes.
"I am dead," the spirit said calmly, "but my legacy shall not fade. You, boy, are now my disciple."
Soyang knelt politely, eyes serious. "I accept."
Master said you also hade special flame for inheritance
"I have no strength left," the soul murmured. "But I will teach you the knowledge of forging, refining, and weapon creation. There are three scrolls. You've found the first—the Silver Scroll. The second is Gold. The third is immortal scroll . When you collect all three, you'll have my complete inheritance."
Soyang bowed. "Understood, Master."
"Then begin," the soul smiled faintly. "This is the first fragment. May it shape your fate."
As the spirit faded, Soyang opened his eyes.
The cave was quiet. But his mind was racing, filled with new knowledge, new possibilities.
A cold smile crept across his face.
"Today… was a lucky day," he whispered. "For me. Not for anyone else
Soyang ask to system what is spiritual sea
The Ten Realms of Cultivation:
1. Body Tempering Realm
2. Spirit Awakening Realm
3. Core Formation Realm
4. Soul Foundation Realm
5. Nascent Spirit Rea
6. Heaven Vein Realm
7. Saint Ascension Realm
8. Void Emperor Realm
9. Celestial Dao Realm
10. Immortal Sovereign Realm
Special Note on Core Formation:
To break through to the Core Formation Realm, one must condense a spiritual core using elemental energy. Normally, a cultivator can only form a core from one elemental affinity—rarely two.
However, there exists a legendary physique: the Four Elemental Body. Those who possess it can wield four natural elements—Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind—and form a spiritual sea based on all four. Even that is considered a myth.
But your case is even more extraordinary...
Because of the old master you hade spiritual sea with a spiritual sea already formed—something considered impossible. This anomaly means you are not bound by the traditional limits. You can form a core from any element—even beyond the four primary ones.
If you manage to condense a core from five or more elements, your strength would surpass even a 5-star Heaven Vein cultivator with ease.
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