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Chapter 493 - 351 The Auction Begins_3

Chapter 493: Chapter 351 The Auction Begins_3

"The Water of Origin, a treasure said to have appeared only during the early days of the world’s birth, is in the possession of the Blazefire Commerce Guild—and they have multiple portions at that, to be auctioned off directly... If not for this, we wouldn’t have traveled such a long distance to come here."

"I wish the auction would start soon. The moment I get the treasure, I’m heading straight back. I can’t stand being in this backwater place for even a moment longer."

"Just to mention in passing, though this place is backward, the food is extremely delicious, with many dishes I’ve never even seen before."

"Humph! We would never eat such countryside food. We brought enough edibles to last us two or three months when we set out."

"Don’t hold too much hope, everyone. Whether the Water of Origin or that unheard-of Pure Divine Radiance is real or fake, we don’t even know. If it turns out to be fake... heh heh heh! The Blazefire Commerce Guild will not be spared!"

As the time drew near, the atmosphere in the entire mall gradually grew tense.

Sometimes, just a few words exchanged between the guards of rival commerce guilds in a teahouse could lead to a conflict.

After all, there were too many strong, elite figures.

Many of these local tyrants, renowned in their own right, were all gathered in this tiny Oasis, which was like a store-full of gunpowder barrels, ready to explode at any risk.

It was only because of the concern over the mythical presence residing in this place that many commerce guilds commanded their subordinates to exercise restraint.

Even then,

Bang—

"This is the first time, just a verbal warning. Next time you start a conflict with others in the Oasis, you’ll be cooling your heels in the heavenly prison."

Inside the teahouse,

Two non-human Awakeners were just about to come to blows when a ferocious-looking burly man picked them up like chicks and tossed them onto the main road outside the teahouse. His fierce gaze swept over them, chilling them to the bone, and the conflict that had started to heat up instantly cooled down.

All returned to calmness.

The storyteller on the stage, unfazed by the disturbance, continued to narrate his tale with emphasis and modulation, completely engrossed in his own story:

"A single Golden Core, bestowed by heaven after three years, brings forth a past life upon the earth; this concludes Chapter thirty-nine. Today’s Journey to the West ends here. If you want to know what happens next, listen to the break of dawn tomorrow."

No sooner had he finished speaking than restlessness began to stir below the stage. Some cursed the storyteller for leaving them hanging, some rolled up their sleeves in anger, but after a glance at the ferocious burly man Xuetu nearby, they slowly unrolled their sleeves again, though with clear dissatisfaction on their faces.

"There’ve already been six conflicts today, and with two days left until the auction, the confrontations are getting more intense. I’m afraid the Blazefire Commerce Guild might not be able to keep things under control."

"Yes, probably the Blazefire Commerce Guild couldn’t foresee that the Water of Origin would draw in so many top forces."

"Rather, that mysterious voice was too powerful; it spread the news too widely, too quickly. You know, even in our Shattered Sea, spreading news on such a scale is not so easy."

"I just hope nothing goes wrong on the day of the auction. Everyone needs to be on their toes, ready to bail if things go south."

"It wouldn’t come to that, would it? Doesn’t the Blazing Fire Mall have a mythical figure sitting in residence?"

"Money stirs the heart, and besides, with so many top-tier forces and superpower representatives here, the reputation of a mythical figure isn’t enough to keep them at bay. Moreover, within this tiny Oasis, aside from the Flamefire empress, it’s quite possible there’s a second or third mythical being."

"Are you saying—hiss—"

"In any case, let’s pray there won’t be any mythical battles."

Inside the teahouse, the inn, the restaurant, the number of strong individuals aware of the undercurrents was not small.

They were reluctant to leave outright, yet worried about accidents, and so made arrangements. For a time, the undercurrents within the small Oasis of Flamefire surged even more violently.

And so, the two days passed, seemingly long but also swiftly flowing by.

The auction venue, prepared for two months, formally opened, and representatives from various forces, accompanied by their guards and attendants, gradually entered.

Whoosh—

The lights came on, scattering and diffusing the brilliant light of the treasures.