Qingya explained softly.
"This is Auction Hall No.1 where our top-tier auctions are held. Only the most distinguished guests are invited to participate here. I'm only able to enter today thanks to all of you."
"Otherwise, with my current auctioneer rank, I normally wouldn't qualify to step inside."
Hearing that, Wang Yan calmly asked:
"Really? But from your clothing, Qingya Auctioneer, it seems you've been promoted. Even after a promotion you still can't enter?"
At the question, Qingya's gaze instantly softened, her eyes drifting again and again toward Huo Yuhao.
Anyone who didn't know better would think she was the auction item being displayed today!
But Qingya spoke flawlessly.
"That's also thanks to everyone here. It was because we auctioned the Devouring Spirit Engraving Knife last time that I accumulated enough credit to be promoted to a Black-grade Auctioneer. Everyone, please come inside."
Though her gratitude was directed at the group, she had intentionally mentioned the Devouring Spirit Engraving Knife. Wang Yan didn't notice anything special about that wording, and the others didn't hear anything unusual either.
Only one person understood.
Huo Yuhao.
So bold… wasn't this practically a confession?
Standing quietly in the corner, he gave a wicked smile. Hidden in the dim light, his eyes were partially shadowed, hard to see clearly; even his blue hair shifted to a golden tone under the reflected lighting.
Qingya, walking ahead, naturally didn't see anything happening in the corner as she continued guiding them forward.
Before long, two young women dressed in long golden gowns—both around eighteen or nineteen—approached to welcome them.
Further inside, rows of small doors appeared on both sides of the corridor.
Qingya finally led them into Room No.7.
It was a room of about two hundred square meters, decorated to the extreme of luxury.
Rare woods, jade, and various ornaments that looked priceless at a glance filled the place with extravagant opulence—yet somehow still retained a sense of elegant refinement.
The room was rectangular. One of the long walls was entirely made of smooth, translucent white material, with no decorations at all.
A large sofa made of some unknown beast hide stretched across the room. The long white fur was incredibly soft—when you sat on it, you sank in comfortably, yet the support was excellent.
The sofa could easily seat twenty people. On the jade table were all kinds of drinks, wine, and food.
Everyone settled onto the comfortable sofa. Qingya and the two golden-gown attendants remained inside. Qingya stood at the side, smiling.
"Allow me to explain the rules of our top-tier auction."
As she spoke, she gestured toward the two attendants.
One of the girls stepped up to the smooth wall and pressed lightly. Instantly, a gentle glow spread across the entire surface.
The light grew stronger, and the wall slowly transformed into a massive screen.
"This is a light-conduction screen specifically custom-ordered from the Sun-Moon Empire. It transmits images through a special method. Its core array isn't powered by soulforce, but by a type of mineral from the Sun-Moon Empire."
Aside from Huo Yuhao—who already knew—everyone else was stunned.
A soul tool powered by minerals instead of soulforce?
That meant a soul engineer could use a soul tool without consuming soulforce!
That's insane!
Qingya, sharp as always, saw their shock and offered more explanation.
After she clarified that the mineral's power was very weak—only enough to support minor functions, not to drive offensive or defensive soul tools—their shock eased.
But they still struggled to regain composure.
Before they could fully react, the screen sharpened, displaying two panels on the sides and a clear auction stage in the center.
The auction table looked small, yet crystal clear on the screen.
"To protect the privacy of all top-tier guests, each participating group has their own private room—just like this one. All bidding and viewing of items happen here."
"I will explain each auction item to the honored guests. During bidding, these two attendants will report your offers. All you need to do is speak the number. Everything here—food, drinks—is completely free."
"After bidding, items will be delivered directly to the room. At the end, you simply settle the total bill. You may enjoy some refreshments while waiting; the auction will begin shortly."
The group had just finished dinner, so the food wasn't very tempting, but the drinks—visually irresistible—attracted each of the girls to at least taste something.
As expected of the Starlight Auction House's top-tier event: the drinks were not only delicious, but as nutritious as the meals provided for Shrek's core disciples.
Huo Yuhao took just a small bottle of juice and felt warmth spread through his entire body.
Noticing Qingya still standing there, he gave a faint smile and tapped the empty space beside him.
"Qingya Auctioneer, please have a seat."
His initiative made her pause, but she quickly reacted. Without being overly polite, she nodded with a smile and sat down next to him.
A faint fragrance—mature, elegant—brushed into Yuhao's nose.
Still smiling softly, he picked up a drink from the table and placed it in her hand.
"Qingya Auctioneer, this is milk produced by a ten-thousand-year Milk Cow soulbeast. It's excellent for beauty, complexion, and body care."
Qingya accepted it naturally.
But as Huo Yuhao's hand was about to pull back—he shifted his angle and slid his hand across Qingya's thigh.
"What—!"
Her entire face instantly flushed crimson. If someone noticed… what would she even do?
The sweet, well-behaved junior she remembered suddenly felt like a completely different person!
And there were so many people in the room…
No, this was way too embarrassing!
Seeing his predatory gaze—eyes sharp, almost piercing through her—Qingya lowered her head and murmured a soft thank-you.
She didn't even dare look at him directly.
What was wrong with this boy? How could someone this young know… that much?
"No need to be polite. You're much older than me. I'll just call you Qingya-jiejie."
Qingya didn't reply. Instead, she silently drank the milk, cheeks burning.
After all… being called "jiejie" like that… nearly made her lose her composure.
She just hoped Huo Yuhao would behave. If he tried something here…
She…
She would… resist, right?
While Qingya was sipping milk and letting her thoughts spiral wild, Huo Yuhao suddenly leaned closer.
"Qingya-jiejie, your auction hall's milk is good, but it's still just from a ten-thousand-year soulbeast."
"Since I'm happy to have met you, I still have a bottle of milk from a dragon-type soulbeast in my dorm."
"I wanted to treat you to it."
"So… tonight… do you have time to come drink milk?"
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