Absolute Cheater-Chapter 230: Mystica Continent VII

4th Item: The Titan's Heart

A massive crimson crystal, pulsating with slow, rhythmic beats, was carried onto the stage by three armored guards. Though it had long since stopped being a living organ, its sheer presence radiated an overwhelming pressure—as if a sleeping giant's will still lingered within.

Appraiser's Analysis:

Name: Titan's Heart

Type: Primordial Relic

Effects:

Enhances physical strength exponentially.

Can be refined into a cultivation core for body reinforcement techniques.

Grants the wielder a trace of Titan's lineage, boosting vitality and endurance.

Defect:

Requires an extremely powerful body to withstand its energy.

Improper fusion can cause spiritual backlash or physical destruction.

As soon as the item was displayed, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. The aura emanating from the heart was so heavy that weaker cultivators instinctively clenched their fists, feeling an intense gravitational pull toward the stage.

The auctioneer's voice carried a hint of excitement. "Starting bid: 50,000 High-Quality Astral Stones!"

"60,000!"

The first bid came immediately. The voice belonged to a mountainous man, his muscles bulging beneath his robes. His sect insignia was unmistakable—The Iron-Blood Temple, a faction renowned for its brutal body-refining methods.

Another voice rang out. "70,000!"

This time, from a bronze-skinned warrior woman in heavy black armor. She bore the crest of the Thunderforge Clan, an elite sect that specialized in warrior cultivation techniques. Their warriors were famous for shattering mountains with their bare fists.

"75,000."

A younger man in dark-red robes, his eyes burning with ambition. He was from the Crimson Vein Sect, infamous for their blood-tempering techniques, which allowed them to absorb the essence of ancient creatures to enhance their own bodies.

The bidding escalated rapidly.

"80,000!" Thunderforge.

"90,000!" Iron-Blood Temple.

"100,000!" Crimson Vein Sect.

By this point, the hall was buzzing with intensity.

The Titan's Heart wasn't just an artifact—it was a stepping stone to ascension. Those who could refine it properly would become monstrous warriors, nearly unkillable in battle.

The armored woman from Thunderforge gritted her teeth before raising her hand. "120,000!"

The Crimson Vein disciple hesitated. That price was too high for him.

The Iron-Blood Temple cultivator crossed his arms, letting out a deep chuckle. Then, with a booming voice—

"150,000."

Gasps spread through the hall.

At this point, only a handful of people could afford to keep bidding.

The woman from Thunderforge clenched her fists. She had come prepared, but not for this level of competition.

A moment of hesitation… then she sighed in defeat.

It seemed the Iron-Blood Temple had won.

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"150,000 going once…"

"Going twice…"

"200,000."

The hall fell silent.

Everyone turned.

Asher.

Valeris smirked, her silver eyes glinting. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Asher rested his chin on his palm, completely unfazed by the shocked expressions around him.

The Iron-Blood Temple cultivator narrowed his eyes. "You think a pretty boy like you can handle the Titan's Heart?"

Asher smirked. "That's not your concern. You either bid, or you shut up."

The silence that followed was palpable.

The Iron-Blood warrior's muscles tensed, veins bulging as he debated pushing the bid further. But he wasn't a fool. 200,000 was an insane price. Even for him, it would take years to recover such an amount.

Finally, with a frustrated grunt, he lowered his hand.

The auctioneer smiled brightly. "200,000 going once… twice… sold!"

And just like that, the Titan's Heart was his.

5th Item: The Soul-Refining Lotus

As the next pedestal was unveiled, an eerie silver flower hovered inside a crystal container. Its petals glowed faintly, shifting between shades of blue, violet, and white, while a soft, hypnotic hum resonated through the auction hall. Those with weaker souls felt a slight pull, as if their very essence was being drawn toward it.

The crowd stirred uneasily. Unlike physical treasures or powerful weapons, this was something far rarer—something that directly influenced the soul itself.

Appraiser's Analysis:

Name: Soul-Refining Lotus

Type: Soul Enhancement Relic

Effects:

Strengthens the soul foundation, increasing spiritual resilience.

Aids in healing soul damage or injuries from forbidden techniques.

Required material for crafting certain Divine Soul Artifacts.

Defect:

Requires a stable and strong soul to absorb its essence.

Overuse may cause spiritual dissonance, leading to madness or loss of self.

The auctioneer let the anticipation build before announcing, "Starting bid: 80,000 High-Quality Astral Stones!"

"100,000!"

The first bid came from an elderly man in silver robes, his eyes gleaming with greed. The insignia on his shoulder identified him as an Elder of the Mystic Soul Sect, a faction that specialized in spirit cultivation and soul arts.

"120,000!"

A hooded figure, their aura concealed, but the faint golden glow beneath their cloak hinted at divine energy. Likely a rogue cultivator or someone from a hidden clan.

"150,000!"

This time, a young woman dressed in white and gold—a disciple of the Celestial Spirit Pavilion. Her sect was known for producing the most powerful spirit masters, and it was clear she wanted the lotus for herself.

The bids rose swiftly, as soul-enhancing treasures were exceedingly rare. Unlike physical techniques, a cultivator's soul foundation was nearly impossible to strengthen through normal means.

"180,000!"

The Mystic Soul Sect Elder was unwilling to back down. His breathing was heavy, his wrinkled fingers clutching his armrest tightly.

"200,000!"

The hooded figure didn't hesitate, raising the bid again.

At this point, even the more powerful bidders hesitated.

Soul-related artifacts were dangerous. The effects were priceless, but the risks were immense. If the user wasn't prepared, their soul could be damaged permanently.

For the past few minutes, Asher had simply watched.

Valeris raised an eyebrow. "Not interested in this one?"

He chuckled. "On the contrary."

With a lazy motion, he raised his hand. "300,000."

Silence.

The Celestial Spirit Pavilion disciple turned toward him, eyes narrowed. The Mystic Soul Sect Elder's jaw tightened. Even the hooded rogue cultivator hesitated.

For Asher, however, this was a must-have item.

His Eternal Creation ability allowed him to replicate, but before he could recreate the Soul Heart, he needed to fully comprehend how powerful soul-enhancing treasures worked.

The auctioneer, momentarily stunned by the jump in price, quickly recovered. "300,000 going once… twice… SOLD!"

A sigh of relief from the losing bidders, and an intense wave of curiosity directed at Asher.

By this point, even the arrogant young elites in the room began to reevaluate him.

This wasn't just wealth—this was a level of confidence that only someone truly powerful possessed.

And the night was far from over.