Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 998 - 294: Soul-Capturing Token

Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Four [Soul Capturing Mirror]

After the last exotic beast was sold, the middle-aged man from the Ghost Race on the stage laughed loudly and made a fist salute gesture, saying aloud, "Thank you all for being here today. I hope the previous items have not disappointed you..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when a guest at a round table in the front row interrupted coldly, "Stop with the nonsense. We’re not here for those things.

You can find those items in the trade markets of other major cities, can’t you?

You know very well what we are here for today. Since it’s already time, don’t dawdle. Just bring out the things we want!"

The person speaking didn’t seem to show any courtesy, but the middle-aged man from the Ghost Race on stage was not offended and instead smiled, "This esteemed guest is right. Given the circumstances, I won’t waste words."

With that, he raised both hands high above his head and clapped three times vigorously.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Soon, three Ghost Race-attired maidens walked up gracefully.

These three Ghost Race-dressed maidens were all beautiful and at the age of youthful splendor. The tight clothes and narrow sleeves of the Ghost Race clothing further emphasized the maidens’ exquisite curves.

But at this moment, the guests below had no interest in admiring beauty?

Everyone kept their eyes fixed intently on the items the Ghost Race maidens were holding!

Three wooden boxes.

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The three wooden boxes were arranged in a row on the table. The middle-aged man from the Ghost Race came over, gestured for the maidens to step down, and then gently extended his hand to the central box, tapping lightly on the cover with his fingers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the highlight of today’s event—many of you have come specifically for this.

Next is the final item of this auction. The Heaven-Crashing Ceremony of the Ghost Race, with three ceremony tokens!"

As he spoke, he opened the central wooden box and gently took out an item from within.

It was a wooden token, pitch-black throughout, with faint traces of some strange patterns.

Above the patterns, there seemed to be some light flickering, flashing intermittently.

"This is a token from the Black Wood Tribe, one of the eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race, for the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony.

As you all know, the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony of the Ghost Race is only open to a hundred outsiders each time.

Traditionally, those hundred slots are divided among the various sects and families, and whenever one leaks out, it’s always from a sect or family’s external release.

However, this time, the three slots we are selling are not from other sects and families but directly released by the Black Wood Tribe of the Ghost Race!

The item I hold is the Black Wood Order needed for the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony—recognize the token, not the person!

No matter who you are, as long as you belong to the Human Race, holding the token to attend the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony, you will pass unimpeded, no one will dare to stop you, nor will anyone question the token’s origin.

These are the rules set by the Ghost Race ancestor, the Saint Venerable, and no one dares defy them!"

As he held the Black Wood Order high in his hand, the representatives from the sects and families seated at the round tables in the front row stared fixedly.

After a while, eventually, someone couldn’t help but ask.

"May I ask if this token is voluntarily released by the Black Wood Tribe?"

The question was posed by a guest seated at the very center of the front round table.

This person had an extraordinary demeanor and spoke with a slightly weighty tone, "I don’t doubt the authenticity of the Black Wood Order you’re selling—at a trade venue as large as yours, of course you wouldn’t dare sell fake items.

Using this item to attend the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony, I believe there won’t be any issues.

However, since there is still some time until the Heaven-Crashing Ceremony, if the origin of this item is not proper, and if someone from the Black Wood Tribe comes to question it before the ceremony, calling it stolen goods, then it would cause untold trouble!"

The middle-aged man from the Ghost Race laughed heartily, "That’s a good question, esteemed guest!

The three tokens being sold this time absolutely have legitimate origins. They are not stolen goods.

But rather, voluntarily released by the Black Wood Tribe itself.

Of course, mere words are no proof. It’s likely that before coming here, many of you received the news—for verification, our auction house has specially invited the Cave Maiden from the Black Wood Tribe, who is also a close attendant of the Ghost Race Saint ancestor, to personally witness the transaction!

No matter who buys the token, it will be a fair and square transaction, ensuring honesty and integrity, free from deception!

Even if you report this transaction to the Saint ancestor, there will be no issue!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Having said that, he turned around and bowed respectfully towards the side and back of the stage.

Soon, a figure leisurely walked up from the entrance.

Wearing tight-fitting Ghost Race attire, her figure more curvaceous, with wheat-colored skin, along with a face carrying a touch of wild charm.

Most importantly, as she walked up, she seemed to barely conceal her Primordial Qi vibes, even deliberately releasing three parts of it.

As this woman stepped onto the stage, instantly an aura belonging to a high-level cultivator permeated the entire venue.

In an instant, hundreds of attendees fell silent, each feeling the pressure of spiritual power released by the high-level cultivator without restraint!

Chen Yan felt his Divine Sense shocked, as if a layer of pressure subtly suppressed his Divine Sense fluctuations, the faint feeling of suffocation causing Chen Yan to raise his eyebrows.

However, he did not deliberately resist this pressure, but carefully gathered his mind, inwardly withdrawing his Divine Sense perception, sitting quietly in his seat.