Chapter 453: Silver Page!

The old man's gaze was fixed on a private box, his expression as cold and sinister as a viper, filling the woman beside him with terror.

She was utterly perplexed—how could this old man have become so fearsome? In the past, he had always seemed calm and composed.

But ever since his son died, he had changed completely, and this expression was almost identical to the one he wore when his son perished.

In the private box, Yang Tian, who had been observing the auction items below, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The Divine Dragon Soul-Calming Pendant had just issued a warning—some terrifying figure had locked onto them.

"Who?" Yang Tian's face instantly darkened. He and Yun'er had never revealed their true appearances, and they had even disguised themselves when they arrived. No one else should have recognized them.

"Brother Yang Tian, it seems someone means us harm." The purple horn that Yun'er had just bonded with was also warning her, and she transmitted her thoughts to Yang Tian through divine soul communication.

This soul treasure was extraordinary, capable of issuing proactive warnings.

"Yes, I know. Someone was probing this place just now." Nodding, Yang Tian spoke slowly, growing calm. If their identities were exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If a divine object appeared beside Yang Tian, and his identity were revealed, he would likely be hunted by the entire continent.

"Very well!" The old man seemed to sense that Yang Tian had noticed something. He withdrew his divine soul power, his face twisting slightly, a venomous and terrifying light flashing in his eyes.

He clenched his fists, seething with rage. Although his son had offended many, out of respect for his status, no one would have dared to kill him. At most, they would have taught him a lesson.

He never imagined he would face such a day. Murderous intent surged within him, and he could barely restrain himself from striking.

In the box below, Yang Tian remained still for a long time before opening his eyes. The divine soul power that had locked onto him had vanished, leaving him puzzled.

"Next, we will auction a batch of rare medicinal herbs!" On the auction stage, the woman in red, with her curvaceous figure, smiled. "These herbs were entrusted to us by a distinguished guest—five in total."

She lifted the red silk, and a powerful medicinal aura burst forth. On the jade platform lay five radiant herbs, each exuding vigorous vitality.

"That's Red Whisk Spirit Flower, Thousand-Leaf Lotus Grass..." A middle-aged man, sharp-eyed, called out the names in rapid succession, his voice filled with astonishment.

These were extremely rare herbs, all over three thousand years old, impeccably preserved, with astonishing medicinal potency.

"I need not elaborate on the value of these five herbs." The woman in red clapped her jade-like hands and said with a light laugh, "As per the usual rules, bidding starts with refining materials. The highest bidder wins!"

The crowd, which had just been stirred into a frenzy, instantly quieted down, unable to suppress their complaints. In recent days, many powerful figures had been purchasing large quantities of refining materials at extremely high prices.

Especially the local forces—their stocks had been nearly bought out, leaving them utterly unable to compete for herbs of this caliber.

As the woman in red finished speaking, the entire venue fell into such deep silence that even a pin drop could be heard.

"This... could it be that no one wants them?" After a few moments of stillness, a look of bewilderment crossed Yang Tian's face, and he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. He had originally planned to gather some refining materials to bid for the Duan Po Pill, but he never expected this outcome.

The woman in red was also extremely embarrassed. From the start of the auction, too many items requiring refining materials had been sold, and coupled with the massive purchases earlier, there was now a severe shortage.

"Phew, luckily I was quick-witted and didn't call for a no-reserve auction earlier, otherwise..." After a moment of awkwardness, the woman in red breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly congratulating herself.

As the five herbs were taken away, the entire audience looked pained, some even wanting to curse. This was especially true for the alchemists—such herbs could be used to refine potions that greatly enhanced vitality, even extending one's lifespan.

Item after item of treasures and spiritual herbs were brought out, but Yang Tian was deeply disappointed. This level of auction had nothing that caught his interest.

"I didn't expect even a Dao artifact to be put up for auction." At that moment, Yang Tian's gaze fell on the fiery red seal in the woman's hand, and he couldn't help but remark. The quality of this artifact was quite high.

But without exception, all the high-quality treasures required refining materials in exchange, with sharp metal items being the most sought after.

"Even if they were forging a large-scale artifact, they wouldn't cause such a commotion. It seems something unusual has been happening lately." Rubbing his nose, Yang Tian pondered inwardly.

Yang Tian's mind remained tense. Although the divine soul power had vanished, he felt that something was amiss and that a change might occur.

"It shouldn't be possible to see through our disguise. That divine soul power just now was roughly at the level of a Great Power—it shouldn't have seen through us." Yang Tian frowned, losing interest in the auction items below.

At that moment, the woman in red swayed her wasp-like waist, her seductive eyes scanning the surroundings. After a bewitching smile, she lifted the red silk below.

What was revealed to the crowd was a silver page. As soon as it appeared, it exuded an ancient, desolate aura. It was a relic from a bygone era, with no trace of energy emanating from it.

At that moment, Yang Tian's eyes suddenly narrowed. He sensed the Dao Scripture tremble slightly, just as it had before.

"This is..." His eyes narrowing, Yang Tian stared at the silver page, a glint of fervor appearing in his gaze. Although it was a different color from the golden page, its size and the aura it emitted were very similar.

"Even if it's not one of the nine volumes of the Dao Scripture that Senior Shanhe mentioned, it must be related to the divine arts of the Dao Sect!" After observing for a while, Yang Tian grew increasingly certain that this was a relic of the Dao Sect.

In a private box on the top floor, a woman dressed in purple stood tall and graceful. Her eyes shimmered with a captivating radiance as they swept across the room.

"This thing... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?" It was Dan Xueyi. She furrowed her delicate brows and spoke to an old woman beside her.

Hearing this, the old woman thought for a moment, then nodded with a faint smile. "I remember now. This is an ancient artifact from the Sutra Library, obtained from the Dao God Mountain."

"Indeed. Although it's a useless piece of paper, its hardness is astonishing—impervious to water and fire, nearly indestructible. Could there be a connection between the two?" An old man beside her also nodded.

"Our family has studied that page for thousands of years without finding anything. It must be some special material." Dan Xueyi nodded slightly and smiled.

"It's already unusual for another one to appear. Let's see if we can auction it off." The old woman looked interested and spoke to Dan Xueyi with a light laugh.