Chapter 889: The Jade Cup

When the jade cup first appeared, it drew the attention of many, for the cup was actually glowing, startling everyone—it was undoubtedly a sacred object.

Qing Xiaoyue's eyes were also drawn to it; looking at it from left to right, she felt that this object was no ordinary thing.

The Red-Robed Archbishop declared that this was a sacred object, that the jade cup had been used by the gods, and that holy power resided upon it.

"This jade cup is truly extraordinary." Yang Tian also nodded. The jade cup seemed to be a seal; the divine blood inside had existed for who knows how long, yet it remained.

Yang Tian became greatly interested. He had only caught a trace of the divine blood in the jade cup, but it felt extremely potent. If he could refine the divine blood, it might pacify his inner state, and then comprehending the Diagram of Life and Death would be effortless.

The starting bid for the holy cup was fifty million. Many frowned at the exorbitant price, but there were also many who raised their bids; numerous wealthy magnates were ready to spend a fortune to purchase the holy cup.

The young man seemed to be from some large financial group and was also bidding. The old Taoist also sensed that the cup was no simple thing; the blood inside made him feel as if his withered vitality was about to boil over.

"If this old fellow took a bit of it, he'd probably burst. Besides, he can't even open the jade cup." Yang Tian shook his head slightly.

Soon, the value of the holy cup was bid up to ninety million, nearly breaking a hundred million. The Red-Robed Archbishop directly made a move, calling out a bid of one hundred million, causing an uproar.

The Red-Robed Archbishop put on an air of great wealth, but Yang Tian knew very well that this old geezer was extremely rich, most of it acquired through corruption.

Of course, this money was but a drop in the bucket in his eyes; he could trade it for any piece of jade he casually took out.

"Master, are you sure about this?" The young man muttered to himself. One hundred million was too high; even he could hardly bear it.

"I feel that if I obtain the jade cup, I will break through my limits and step into the martial artist realm!" The old Taoist said excitedly, unable to contain himself.

According to records, stepping into the martial artist realm grants over a hundred years of additional lifespan, which is terrifying.

"Alright!" The young man nodded, deeply aware of the old Taoist's fearsome nature—he was a person from the immortal sect. He directly added ten million, showing astonishing boldness, leaving many foreigners speechless.

The Red-Robed Archbishop unhurriedly added another ten million. This fellow was dripping with wealth and didn't care about such sums.

The auction became intensely tense. The jade cup was soon called at one hundred and eighty million. The young man remained expressionless, but the Red-Robed Archbishop was somewhat troubled; the price was too high, and he had already spent a lot on building courtyards recently.

Yang Tian glanced at him, then shook his head slightly. He said to the old Taoist, "With your strength, you simply cannot refine what's inside. Stop competing."

The old Taoist felt as if struck by lightning; he shuddered all over, his face full of shock. He couldn't help but say, "Could this be the legendary soul transmission?"

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The young man was stunned, noticing the old Taoist's strange state, and couldn't help asking.

"Senior, Senior, where are you? I won't compete anymore." The old Taoist was terrified, trembling, and kept looking around, feeling that some expert was present.

"Come over later." Yang Tian also knew that this man was from the Daoist sect, considered of the same lineage, so he called him into the private room.

"Quick, my disciple, follow me." The old Taoist shuddered, pulling the young man's hand and walking toward the private room.

"Has Master lost his mind?" The young man clicked his tongue but said nothing more, following the old Taoist inside.

The people around looked at each other in confusion, but said nothing. Just then, someone suddenly blocked the way and called out a bid of two hundred million, shocking the entire venue—it was an astronomical sum.

The door to the private room opened. The old Taoist's eyes swept around, full of doubt. There was a foreigner inside who couldn't be the one he was looking for, but the other two were too young.

"Have a seat." Yang Tian pointed to a seat and smiled slightly at the old Taoist. He could tell that the old Taoist knew some cultivation methods, at the peak of Blood Refining.

The young man looked at them and frowned, "Who are you people?"

"Don't be rude." The old Taoist glared at him. This young man was unfathomable to him, likely not simple. He walked over and sat down.

"May I ask, young master, where do you study?" The old Taoist sized him up, feeling his extraordinary nature, and couldn't help asking.

"No master, just a loose cultivator." Yang Tian shook his head slightly and said calmly, "The contents of this cup—with your strength, you cannot open it."

"Hmph, who do you think you are? How dare you say my master is incapable?" The young man immediately became displeased, speaking with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, my Brother Yang Tian says he can't, so he can't." Qing Xiaoyue was not to be outdone, snorting.

"What big talk! My master is a disciple of Mount Longhu, profound in Daoist arts—how can you compare?" The young man said with full pride, not even glancing at Xiaoyue.

Then he glanced at the sweating Archbishop and mocked, "You must not have enough money. Bidding without money—what a shameless boast."

"Ziqing, don't talk nonsense." The old Taoist shot him a look, but inwardly he wanted to see Yang Tian's strength.

Shi Ziqing snorted inwardly but kept his mouth shut, showing great respect for the old Taoist.

Yang Tian shook his head slightly. In his hand appeared a jade cup identical to the one on auction, but even more dazzling and radiant, with a flawless jade texture.

"This!" Seeing the jade cup in Yang Tian's hand, the old Taoist was stunned. This object was exactly the same as the auctioned jade cup, except that the other cup had a dark red substance that marred its beauty.

"How did he take it out?" The old Taoist was horrified. He had been watching the young man all along but hadn't noticed him retrieving anything.

"Go, take this and exchange it with the owner of the auctioned item." Yang Tian handed the jade cup to the Archbishop, signaling him to go.

Shi Ziqing clicked his tongue in astonishment. He hadn't expected such a turn of events; it was somewhat incredible.

"Could the old Taoist tell me something about the cultivation world?" Yang Tian's gaze fell on the old Taoist as he inquired.

Shi Ziqing was much more subdued this time, not daring to speak recklessly, feeling that this man was no simple character.

The old Taoist nodded and spoke of some matters in the cultivation world. The entire cultivation world had only about a thousand people; many ancient cultivation methods were incomplete, and the world's energy was nearly depleted, with almost no experts emerging.

Yang Tian asked about some past events. The old Taoist said he didn't know much; many things had been erased, and he was completely unclear.

"Old Taoist just heard a soul transmission—could it be that you have already reached the martial artist realm?" The old Taoist asked excitedly.

Even Shi Ziqing was moved. Could this young man's cultivation be so terrifying that he was an existence surpassing his master?

Hearing this, Yang Tian was momentarily speechless, then nodded.

"Senior, your skills are truly profound. To be able to cultivate to the martial artist realm in this era—old Taoist is ashamed, truly ashamed." The old Taoist was full of reverence. Yang Tian was too young; he must be a prodigy.

At that moment, the Red-Robed Archbishop walked in, holding the jade cup, and handed it to Yang Tian.

"Senior, I feel a vigorous aura inside this cup. What is this object?" The old Taoist humbly asked for guidance.

"The blood inside is from a powerful being, containing abundant vitality." Yang Tian did not hide it.

"What? The blood inside!" Shi Ziqing's eyes nearly popped out as he exclaimed.