After being reborn, the villain comes with a spoiler tag.

The two-day period passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past two days, Huo Yu has not left the inn, but has buried himself in studying the book "The Legend of Huo Yu, the Demon Lord", but still has gained nothing.

During this time, Long Yucheng went out a few more times. Huo Yu, relying on the connection of the Heart Jade, knew that he was just wandering around the shops around the inn and had not gone far, so he went with him.

On the appointed day, Huo Yu and Long Yucheng arrived at the gate of Tianhefang precisely at 7:00 AM, while Changsun Ning seemed to have been waiting for them for a long time.

Changsun Ning was handsome and tall, with unforgettable peach blossom eyes that seemed to hold affection even when he wasn't smiling. His white robes further accentuated his gentle and refined demeanor.

Her charm attracted the attention of female cultivators passing by, and even several male cultivators couldn't resist her allure, unconsciously casting their gazes at her.

Only a few cultivators who could discern his Golden Core realm cultivation level treated him as if he were facing a raging flood or a ferocious beast, carefully restraining their minds and daring not to be the slightest bit presumptuous or look him directly in the eye.

Changsun Ning seemed accustomed to the various gazes around him. After meeting Huo Yu and his companion, he exchanged a few warm but not overbearing greetings before leading them to the auction.

The auction was held in a huge circular plaza located underground in Tianhefang.

In the very center of the square was a platform about four zhang in diameter, surrounded by seats.

At this time, many people were already seated, most of whom had used concealment spells to hide their identities, while only a few showed their true faces directly.

Three floors of pavilions float in mid-air, containing more than twenty private rooms. These rooms are equipped with arrays that isolate external divine senses, preventing outside cultivators from spying on them, while those inside can have a clear view of the outside world.

After activating the teleportation array on the token, Huo Yu and the other two appeared in a private room in the northeast.

Although the private room was no bigger than a single room, every piece of furniture inside was exquisitely crafted.

In addition to the tables, chairs and decorations, there was even a huge bed placed on the north side of the room, which looked big enough to accommodate three or four people.

The most amazing thing is the walls of this private room. If you focus your gaze on them, they will turn into transparent light screens, revealing the outside scene; if you look away, they will turn back into ordinary walls.

Compared to the cultivators sitting directly in the square, the treatment was clearly much better. This discovery made Long Yucheng even more wary of Changsun Ning.

Changsun Ning, oblivious to the situation, invited the two to sit down, pouring tea as he smiled and said:

"The Linglu Tea from Tianhefang is absolutely superb. Brother Huo and Brother Long must try it."

Seeing Long Yucheng staring at a small jade bell on the table, Changsun Ning explained:

"This is used to summon the maids. Each private room will be equipped with a maid from Tianhefang. They are very familiar with the auction process and their knowledge of each item is no less than that of the auctioneer. If Brother Long needs it, just ring this bell."

Long Yucheng thought to himself, "Isn't this just the kind of salesperson who's responsible for emptying your wallet?" But when he glanced at the four-person-wide chaise lounge in the private room, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he hurriedly shook his head and refused.

As the empty seats in the square gradually filled up, the host, dressed in a Taoist robe from Tianhefang, went on stage and gently struck the small jade bell in the center.

With a clear, resounding chime echoing across the square, the auction officially began.

The first item up for auction was a blue flying sword. In the hands of the male cultivator from Tianhefang who was in charge of the demonstration, it displayed remarkable power, which made many cultivators in the square quite interested.

After the demonstration, the male cultivator returned the flying sword to the host, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and left the stage.

The host struck the jade bell again and announced in a loud voice:

"A mid-grade Xuan-level water-attribute flying sword, the Flying Rain Sword, crafted by Master Sword Ghost of the Demon Sword Sect. Starting bid: 3,000 spirit stones, increment: 200 spirit stones!"

The mere mention of the Sword Demon's name sparked a flurry of discussion among the crowd, and someone immediately placed an offer:

"Three thousand five hundred!"

"Three thousand seven hundred!"

"four thousand!"

In just a few breaths, the price of the Flying Rain Sword had soared to five thousand spirit stones.

Long Yucheng had never seen such a scene before. Recalling the few spirit stones he had handled since he began cultivating, he began to doubt the monetary value of the cultivation world for the first time.

"Master Sword Demon is a name that resounds throughout the sword cultivation world. His masterpiece, the Nameless Sword, is a genuine Earth-rank spiritual sword. I never expected that Tianhefang could produce something by Master Sword Demon. Although it is only a Profound-rank flying sword, this is just the opening act of the auction. It seems that this trip has been well worth the money."

Changsun Ning sighed.

Long Yucheng already had a general understanding of the classification of magical treasures in this world. From top to bottom, they were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Each level was further subdivided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower.

Even so, witnessing a Xuan-rank flying sword fetch such an astronomical price still shocked him greatly and gave him a more intuitive understanding of the classification of magic weapon levels.

Amidst the shock, Long Yucheng began to ponder the grade of his Crimson Flame Sword. He asked the system, but no matter how he asked, the system only replied, "[Important item, cannot be exchanged for points]."

Huo Yu, however, did not care at all. He could give away the pseudo-heaven-rank Zhu Yan sword to Long Yucheng without batting an eye, so naturally he would not give this Xuan-rank flying sword even a glance.

As for spirit stones, Huo Yu had indeed not paid attention to his reserves for a long time.

Since he became the Demon Lord, the spiritual herbs and elixirs offered by various sects every year have been sifted through by the Left Protector before he selects those that meet his standards.

Even if they set their sights on something, they either exchange it for something or simply steal it—for cultivators after the Nascent Soul stage, rare and precious materials at this level are priceless and have no market. Spirit stones have become a burden for them, and exchanging items is more common.

Therefore, Huo Yu didn't have many spirit stones, but it was still more than enough to empty the entire auction.

The Flying Rain Sword, crafted by the Sword Demon Master, was ultimately acquired by a cultivator in the eastern private room for a high price of seven thousand spirit stones.

The moment the sword was auctioned off, the atmosphere at the auction was instantly ignited.

The following items, Refining Void Pill, Ice Soul Grass, and Meteorite Iron, were auctioned off for astronomical prices of 5,000 spirit stones, 4,000 spirit stones, and 5,700 spirit stones respectively.

The auction was in full swing, but Huo Yu and the other two had not placed any bids.

Long Yucheng has come to terms with reality and decided to settle down as a tourist, just to broaden his horizons.

Huo Yu, on the other hand, was not interested in any of the items on the stage. He had only come to try his luck and see if he could find something to repair his soul. Otherwise, he would never have appeared at such a low-level auction where he could buy everything by himself.

Every time the host showcased a new item, Changsun Ning would patiently explain its origin and effects to the two of them, showing more professionalism than the maids of Tianhefang. But until now, he has never made a single bid.

Before we knew it, the auction was drawing to a close.