Chapter 131: Chapter 129: My Eyes Are My Ruler

"This place really knows how to mix things up."

Gao Fei whispered, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Besides direct bidding, you can also pay to ’probe’ the items."

"See that Spiritual Energy Scanner on the stage?"

"It can’t penetrate the high-level restrictions, but it can give you a rough outline."

"But one scan costs five hundred points. It’s crazy expensive."

Han Feng’s gaze swept across the hall.

The clientele here was clearly a cut above.

There were middle-aged tycoons in elegant clothes, surrounded by bodyguards.

There were also solitary Martial Artists with their brims pulled low and icy auras.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

In a seat in the front row to the right, a familiar figure was particularly conspicuous.

Dressed in a well-tailored white casual suit, his hair combed immaculately.

The Spiritual Energy Watch on his wrist looked expensive at a glance.

Li Wei.

Han Feng was slightly surprised.

’But on second thought, it’s perfectly normal for a rich second-generation kid from the Inner City like Li Wei, with plenty of pocket money, to come to a place like this for fun.’

As if sensing the stare, Li Wei turned his head.

Their eyes met.

Han Feng gave a slight nod, a simple greeting.

Just then, the auctioneer on stage struck his gavel.

"Good evening, everyone!"

"Tonight’s ’Fog Plate’ is about to begin! The rules are the same as always: all sales are final, and once you make your move, there are no regrets!"

The auctioneer wore a professional smile as an attendant behind him walked forward, carrying a square metal box.

The box was palm-sized, covered in rust, and engraved with blurry patterns.

"Lot number one comes from the Shipwreck Ruins, three hundred nautical miles deep in the East Sea. The seal is eighty percent intact. Opening bid is five hundred Contribution Points!"

The hall fell silent.

A thought stirred in Han Feng’s mind.

[Spiritual Vision] activated!

The world before him deconstructed in an instant. The rusted iron box became semi-transparent in his eyes.

That obscure Energy Field, which blocked Divine Sense, was just a thin barrier.

Behind the fog, a hazy blue halo floated silently.

The halo was faint, its Energy Intensity extremely low—weaker than even the second-hand pistol he had just bought.

It was shaped like a broken piece of a roof tile.

’Junk.’

Han Feng made an instant judgment and withdrew his gaze.

But he had a cheat; others didn’t.

"I request a scan!"

A bald, middle-aged fat man in the front row raised his hand, looking ostentatiously wealthy.

The instrument whirred to life, and a blurry, circular, disc-shaped outline soon appeared on the big screen.

"Looks like an ancient coin or a badge?"

"If it’s a legacy token from an ancient sect, we’d be rich!"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd below the stage.

The bald man obviously thought the same and immediately called out a price.

"One thousand!"

"Twelve hundred!"

"Fifteen hundred!"

After a few rounds of bidding, the fat man won it for the high price of eighteen hundred points.

He eagerly demanded the box be opened on the spot.

A staff member used a professional tool to grind off the Runes. With a CLICK, the lid popped open.

Everyone craned their necks to see.

On the red velvet lining lay... a Jade Pendant, broken in two.

The jade was dry and brittle, completely devoid of any Spiritual quality.

"Pfft..."

The crowd erupted in suppressed laughter.

The Appraiser glanced at it and gave a deadpan valuation.

"Ordinary Ancient Jade. Its Spiritual quality has completely dissipated. Buy-back price is one hundred points."

In the front row, Li Wei seemed amused by the dramatic scene.

He glanced back and his eyes met Han Feng’s again.

He paused for a moment, then waved at Han Feng, giving a proper greeting this time.

Gao Fei leaned in and whispered.

"Brother Feng, isn’t that Eldest Young Master Li?"

"Looks like there’s a big fish here today."

"He’s just here for fun."

Han Feng replied casually.

’To someone like Li Wei, this place is just a playground for passing the time.’

On stage, the auctioneer’s gavel fell again.

"Everyone, tonight’s ’Fog Plate’ officially begins now!"

"Same old rules: it’s all about your judgment. All sales are final!"

An attendant brought out the first tray.

It held a square metal box caked with sea mud.

"Lot number one, from the periphery of the East Sea ’Shipwreck Ruins.’ Seal integrity is sixty percent. Opening bid, three hundred points."

No one bid on such peripheral junk.

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision].

His vision pierced through the rust, and a hazy blue light from inside the box met his eyes.

The light wasn’t strong, roughly equivalent to a standard Tier One Spirit Stone.

’If I open it, it should be a low-purity Water Attribute Spiritual Material, market price between eight hundred and one thousand points.’

’Profitable.’

"Three hundred."

Han Feng raised his hand.

The people around him glanced over but didn’t follow his bid, treating him as a greenhorn who had just arrived.

"Three hundred going once, three hundred going twice... Sold!"

The auctioneer’s gavel fell swiftly.

CLICK.

The box opened.

A fist-sized blue ore lay quietly inside.

The Appraiser took a look.

"Deep Sea Blue Gold Ore, average purity. Buy-back price, eight hundred Contribution Points."

Gao Fei’s eyes went wide.

"Holy crap! A five-hundred-point profit just like that?"

Han Feng’s expression was calm as he signaled the staff to transfer the Contribution Points to his account.

’Five hundred points. Enough to buy twenty-five special-made bullets.’

Li Wei in the front row turned back again, raising an eyebrow with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

In the next few rounds, Han Feng’s moves were extremely precise.

A pottery jar covered in Talismans—he glanced at it, saw it was empty inside, and passed.

Someone else bought it for eight hundred points, smashed it open, and found only a handful of black ash.

An unremarkable wooden box—he bid four hundred.

It revealed a dried Spirit Plant. Buy-back price: twelve hundred.

A net profit of eight hundred.

An iron ball covered in mechanisms—he bid six hundred.

It revealed a precise ancient gear component. Buy-back price: fifteen hundred.

A net profit of nine hundred.

Watching from the side, Gao Fei’s palms grew sweaty and his breathing quickened.

"Brother Feng, you... you have radar installed in your eyes or something?"

Once is luck, twice is coincidence.

But three times in a row, hitting the mark every time—that couldn’t be explained by luck!

The gazes of the people around them also changed.

From initial disdain, to scrutiny, and finally to fiery eagerness.

’This kid definitely knows something!’

Li Wei finally couldn’t sit still any longer.

He picked up a chair, swaggered to the back row, and slammed it down next to Han Feng with a THUD.

"Scoot over."

Gao Fei quickly made room.

"Han Feng, not bad."

Li Wei crossed his legs, sizing him up with interest.

"You’ve been hiding this pretty well. You have a hidden talent like this?"

"Luck."

Han Feng was concise.

"Cut the crap."

Li Wei rolled his eyes.

"You bid three times and profited every time! You call that luck? I call that a money printer!"

He leaned in closer, his eyes shining, and asked in a low voice.

"Teach me?"

"A feeling."

Han Feng looked at him.

"A feeling?"

Li Wei clearly didn’t believe him, but he didn’t press the issue. He pointed at a black iron chest that had just been brought on stage.

"Then how about you get a ’feeling’ for this one?"

Han Feng activated [Spiritual Vision].

Inside the chest, a faint green light flickered intermittently, its energy fluctuations weak.

’Defective.’

"Not great."

Han Feng told the truth.

Li Wei was skeptical.

"It looks to be in pretty good condition to me."

He glanced at Han Feng, saw he was unmoved, and thought for a moment.

Then he raised his hand directly.

"One thousand!"

"Fifteen hundred!"

In the end, Li Wei won it for eighteen hundred points.

The box was opened.

A dagger, broken into three pieces and covered in rust.

The Appraiser sighed.

"Scrap metal. Buy-back price of fifty points. Keep it as a souvenir."

The look on Li Wei’s face was priceless.

He turned his head and looked at Han Feng resentfully.

"You... you were actually right."

Han Feng shrugged.

In the next half hour, the atmosphere in the auction hall completely changed.

It became Han Feng’s one-man show.

Although he only made a few hundred or a thousand points each time, he never missed.

Slowly, a strange phenomenon began to occur.

Whenever Han Feng raised his hand, the people around him would immediately start bidding frantically, completely ignoring the item itself.

"Quick! That kid raised his hand again! It must be something good!"

"Follow his lead! Go all in! If we win, it’s club models for us! If we lose, it’s back to the fields!"

"Two thousand!"

"I’ll bid twenty-five hundred!"