Chapter 1806: The Wolf King’s Transformation

Han Li gazed at the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood in the hands of the elderly man on the stage, a flicker of interest crossing his face.

Having witnessed the grand auctions of the foreign races, there were truly few items from the human and demon races that could pique his interest now. Thus, he never expected the very first item presented at this auction to stir his desire.

With a tribulation-transcending puppet at his disposal, he could potentially fend off a fatal attack if he ever encountered one beyond his ability to resist.

However, such materials were exclusively held by the Spirit Race. Could it be that foreign races were indeed participating in this Myriad Treasures Convention? And those foreigners were none other than the Spirit Race!

As Han Li pondered, Tianyanzi on the stage channeled his spiritual power, infusing a portion of his magic into the black-red anomalous wood.

Suddenly, the originally slender bloodwood emitted a blinding crimson glow, rapidly expanding in size until it transformed into a thick, ten-foot-long staff.

The surface of the staff was covered in black-red spots the size of copper coins, writhing in the old man’s grip like a living spirit snake while emitting eerie, ghostly wails. The sound sent chills down the spines of those who heard it, unsettling their minds.

Witnessing this spectacle, any lingering doubts among the audience vanished instantly.

When the old man announced the astronomical starting price of twenty million spirit stones, the bidding soared without pause.

“Twenty-two million!”

“Twenty-five million!”

“Thirty million!”

Such staggering figures instantly silenced half the hall, extinguishing any impulse to bid.

No matter how valuable the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood was, the wealth of those at the Deity Transformation or Void Refinement stages was limited. If emptying one’s coffers was required to acquire this single material, most would quickly regain their rationality.

At such a steep cost, it was far more practical to invest in protective treasures or elixirs that could enhance cultivation or break through bottlenecks.

However, for high-ranking figures among humans and demons who vaguely knew of the impending demonic calamity, the calculus was different.

Many demons of varied appearances and human cultivators concealing their true identities refused to give up the fight for this item.

The price displayed on the light screen skyrocketed, only pausing slightly after surpassing forty million before gradually climbing to the astronomical sum of fifty million.

Even for Body Integration stage powerhouses, such a price would be excruciatingly painful.

Yet, the one who placed this bid was not a Body Integration expert from the third floor but rather the masked Black Wolf demon.

This turn of events drew incredulous gazes from nearby humans and demons alike. Even the divine senses of third-floor experts swept over him repeatedly, their suspicion evident.

Despite being scrutinized by so many powerful divine senses, the Black Wolf demon remained seated, utterly unfazed, as if unafraid of offending beings far superior to him in cultivation.

“Oh? So it’s one of Brother Wolf King’s six avatars. I hadn’t realized it was Fellow Daoist Tiankui’s Black Wolf avatar.” A light exclamation came from a room on the third floor, followed by a woman’s amused voice echoing through the hall.

Instantly, the entire hall—whether on the first, second, or third floor—erupted in murmurs. Many paled at the mention of Tiankui Wolf King’s name.

Even the Body Integration cultivators on the third floor were taken aback.

Han Li’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

“Fellow Daoist Xiao, are you certain? I heard Wolf King was in seclusion. Why would he dispatch an avatar here? As far as I know, Tiankui’s five avatars are unlike ordinary ones—each aids his main body in cultivation and comprehension. He wouldn’t lightly send them away.” A man’s clear voice rang out from another room.

Han Li’s expression shifted slightly; he recognized the speaker as the Tianyuan Sacred Emperor.

“My main body’s absence doesn’t require prior notice to the Sacred Emperor or Fellow Daoist Xiao. If either of you desires the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood, feel free to bid. I won’t interfere.” The Black Wolf avatar’s voice was icy and devoid of emotion, leaving an indelible impression.

“Haha, indeed! Who am I to question Fellow Daoist Tiankui’s affairs? My earlier words were presumptuous. As for this bloodwood, since Wolf King wants it, I shall not compete.” The Tianyuan Sacred Emperor replied lightly, unfazed, before falling silent.

As for the Black Phoenix King, who had first identified the avatar, she merely chuckled and said no more, seemingly wary of Tiankui Wolf King.

The ordinary humans and demons below were filled with awe, and the hall fell into an eerie silence.

“If no one else bids, shouldn’t this bloodwood be declared mine?” Tiankui Wolf King’s cold gaze swept the stage as he spoke emotionlessly.

Though his voice was soft, everyone heard it clearly.

The white-robed elder shuddered inwardly, abandoning any thought of delay. Forcing a smile, he announced, “The current bid for the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood stands at fifty million spirit stones. If no higher bid is placed after three calls, it will belong to Senior Tiankui.”

“First call—”

“Sixty million!”

Just as Tianyanzi began, an aged voice rang out from the third floor, stirring another wave of murmurs.

“Sixty-two million,” Tiankui Wolf King countered impassively.

“Sixty-five million,” the aged voice shot back without hesitation.

This time, the Black Wolf avatar didn’t immediately respond. Instead, his eyes glinted coldly as he said, “Dongtian, are you challenging me for this bloodwood? Has the wound from my Sky Wolf Claw healed so completely?”

“Hmph, a mere Sky Wolf Claw is nothing to me. But I recall my Heaven-Piercing Drill didn’t treat you kindly either,” the aged voice retorted sharply.

The speaker was none other than Dongtian Mouse King, the most enigmatic of the Seven Demon Kings, who evidently harbored no goodwill toward Tiankui Wolf King and had clashed with him before.

This unexpected revelation sent whispers rippling through the crowd, making many feel this auction was far from a wasted trip.

The Black Wolf avatar’s eyes flickered with green light before he finally said, “Sixty-five million—that’s the true value of this bloodwood. I yield it to Fellow Daoist Dongtian. I wonder if you’ll have enough spirit stones left to compete for the other treasures.”

With that, the avatar closed his eyes, withdrawing from the bidding.

Dongtian Mouse King seemed taken aback but snorted and fell silent.

The other Body Integration cultivators, perhaps wary of the bloodwood’s connection to the two demon kings or eyeing other final treasures, also refrained from bidding.

Tianyanzi, seeing no further delays, swiftly called the bid twice, preparing to finalize the sale.

But just then, Han Li—who had been silently seated in his third-floor room—tapped the array disk before him.

Instantly, the price on the screen above the stage jumped from sixty-five million to seventy million!

“Sixty-five… Seventy million! First call!” Tianyanzi, caught off guard, hastily corrected himself.

The crowd buzzed with surprise. Who would dare challenge Dongtian Mouse King at such a price?

Though the bidder’s identity remained hidden, the auction’s transparency meant it wouldn’t stay secret for long.

Yet, defying expectations, Dongtian Mouse King didn’t counter. He relinquished the bloodwood to Han Li without another word.

Perhaps seventy million spirit stones exceeded the bloodwood’s worth.

After three calls with no further bids, the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood officially became Han Li’s.

Han Li wasn’t particularly surprised. From Tiankui Wolf King’s earlier words, it seemed the Three Emperors, Seven Demon Kings, and other Body Integration experts were here for a specific final treasure. Thus, the bloodwood, though rare, had become secondary.

For them, conserving resources for the main event was the wiser choice.

As he mused, a team of guards delivered the bloodwood to his room. After paying, Han Li dismissed them and carefully inspected his acquisition before storing it away.

Glancing at his now-depleted spirit stone reserves, he smiled wryly. Though he’d secured the bloodwood, his ability to compete for other treasures was severely diminished.

Yet he felt no regret.

While he possessed countless materials and treasures, opportunities to obtain something as fitting as the Weeping Spirit Bloodwood were rare. Even if later items were more valuable to Body Integration cultivators, they’d likely be fiercely contested by others.

The Three Emperors and Demon Kings, as regional overlords, far outstripped him in wealth.

Moreover, his focus remained on demon beast materials, with greater expectations for the upcoming Black Domain Exchange.

Thus, as the auction continued, Han Li leaned back, half-closing his eyes as he listened to the white-robed elder introduce each new item, his expression calm and unreadable.