Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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More importantly, in everyone's eyes, he was already "dead," after all, there was another "Chu Tianjiao" living and kicking there.

That's why he's a very difficult person to find a suitable "tool" for.

Su Enxi didn't directly refute him. Anyway, the boss must have already arranged the plot. At that time, Chu Tianjiao wouldn't have a chance to struggle.

After giving a casual "hmm," she said, "Then let's keep a close eye on your son together."

Chu Tianjiao looked at the auction below the stage. In just a short while, an item had already been auctioned off: a pair of alchemical swords.

The auction proceeded quickly, and everyone knew that their purpose in coming here was not for the small fry, but for the legendary "elixir of immortality".

Chapter 184 The Temptation of Immortality

"Is there really an elixir of immortality?"

The three members of the Kassel College group had their private box on the second floor of the auction hall, which was isolated from the outside world by one-way glass.

The private room was filled with the rich aroma of Cuban cigars, the signature of Cesare Gattuso.

He slumped lazily in the soft velvet sofa, a cigar between his long, slender fingers, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a light sip. His icy blue eyes swept over the dazzling collection on the auction stage below, with a hint of nonchalance.

“Who knows? Anything is possible.” Fingel sighed softly, unlike Caesar who remained calm.

To be honest, it was quite unexpected for him that the first auction he attended after coming to China featured items like "elixirs of immortality."

Even the well-informed Fingel was thrown into a panic. If there was an elixir of immortality, then could there be other "medicines" that could revive EVA, who had become a living being but still possessed a soul?

Below the stage, one antique or dazzling artifact after another changed hands amidst the auctioneer's rousing tone:

A tsar's gold-inlaid saber, seemingly linked to a dragon-slaying event shrouded in historical mystery; a parchment scroll from ancient Persia, depicting eerie patterns of stars and dragon skeletons; a jade amulet said to ward off low-level incantations...

Bidding was incessant, and wealth here was like a numbers game.

Caesar looked at the auction items and became increasingly puzzled.

"What the hell? Why are they all foreign goods? Did I come to China just to buy a bunch of foreign products to take back with me?"

Fingel's eyes twitched slightly. His alchemical skills were the highest among the trio, and he was the successor to Flamel, the most skilled alchemist in the Secret Society.

"Are those all fakes?"

"Fakes?" Caesar looked at the goods on the stage. Even as the heir to the Gattuso family, he couldn't see any signs of forgery among them.

But he decided to trust Fingel for the time being, "If it's a fake, why are they all scrambling to buy it?"

“They’re not buying antiques, they’re buying the traces of alchemy inside,” Fingel shook his head.

"It must be admitted that the alchemy skills of the orthodox sects are superior to those of the secret society. Even just one family within the orthodox sects has already surpassed the alchemy level of the West."

Caesar frowned, refraining from making pronouncements in areas he was unfamiliar with. He had already reviewed the information Norma had sent regarding "orthodoxy" before setting off.

It is clear that the Bai family is only one of the six major families in the orthodox tradition, and even almost lost its footing due to several internal strifes.

[The Orthodox] The current leader is the Zhou family of Xiangyang. Their patriarch, Nuwa, is extremely mysterious, but is rumored to be the No. 1 alchemist in the current hybrid world, a milestone figure in human alchemy after Master Flamel, and the founder of modern alchemy...

The numerous titles bestowed upon this person make it not unbelievable that the orthodox alchemy was completely superior to the secret society's.

Finally, the lights in the auction hall dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the auction stage.

The staff pushed in a temperature-controlled chamber sealed with bulletproof glass and an unknown metal, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. Everyone knew what they were bringing in.

Immortality is the lifelong dream of everyone, and those in power desire it even more.

Even though they knew this might be a trap or bait set by the Dragon King, their hidden arrogance gradually made them lose their rationality, making them feel that they might swallow the bait and spit out the hook.

The auctioneer's voice had lost its previous ostentation, taking on an almost pious solemnity:

"Ladies and gentlemen, what follows is the auction of what may be the greatest discovery of this century—the elixir of immortality."

Inside the incubator, a pill the size of a pigeon egg, with a chaotic color, floated quietly in some kind of inert gas, its body enveloped by an invisible flame that burned slowly and never went out, even without any other fuel.

Its surface seemed to shimmer with a faint light. Upon closer inspection, the light appeared to be composed of countless extremely fine ancient alchemical runes, flickering and eliciting a slight resonance in the dragon blood within all the hybrids present.

Upon seeing this item, everyone understood why rumors of an "elixir of immortality" had circulated.

The moment they actually saw the elixir of immortality, everyone could feel the boiling of the dragon blood within their bodies and the yearning that came from the depths of their genes.

The auctioneer, suppressing his burning gaze, slowly introduced:

"As we all know, the mysteries inherited by the dragon race are divided into three types: bones, blood, and horns."

Bones symbolize authority, blood contains power, and horns signify spirit; together, they represent a complete dragon race.

He paused, scanning the room around him, "And it is also well known that hybrids only inherit incomplete blood and incomplete horns, a portion of their power and a portion of their spirit."

As if he could hear the sound of everyone swallowing, the auctioneer pointed at the elixir of immortality before him, his face contorted with madness:

"As for bones, from ancient times to the present, no hybrid has ever been able to extract the Philosopher's Stone from their bones, no matter how powerful they were in life."

However, we also know that once the bones, blood, and horns are complete, the hybrid can embark on the path to godhood, become a new dragon, and gain the power of immortality.

He waved his arms wildly at the glass box containing the elixir of immortality, like a madman, and no one could remain calm in such a state.

"And this is the ticket to the new era."

The auctioneer's words shrouded the elixir in a mysterious aura.

As soon as the introduction ended, the bidding price soared at an astonishing speed.

"One hundred million dollars!"

"One hundred and fifty million!"

"Twenty million!"

The numbers were like a runaway horse, and secret buyers from all over the world, whether they were aging tycoons, power-hungry mixed-race families, or secretive factions with ulterior motives, all went into a frenzy.

Caesar calmly announced a few numbers, but was quickly drowned out by higher bids, including those from the wealthy young master of the Gattuso family.

Fingel whistled, and Chu Zihang's brows furrowed slightly. Despite the frenzied atmosphere around him, he remained calm.

"This is the Dragon King's way of dividing us. Whether the elixir of immortality is real or fake, human and hybrid societies have become chaotic."

What Chu Zihang didn't explicitly say was that since it was bait thrown down by the Dragon King, it was very likely true.

Caesar waved his hand helplessly, "Everyone knows this, but everyone thinks they're the lucky one. What can anyone do?"

Thus, amidst the frenzied atmosphere, the "elixir of immortality" rose in status.

Chapter 185 The Mysterious Dragon Shadow

Wang Anzhi looked at the scene in the hall that was almost out of control, took a sip of champagne, and looked at Xia Mi, who was equally interested.

At this moment, Qin Wuyi had already left. He had no further interest in the auction in front of him; he knew that finding the Dragon King hiding behind the scenes was more important.

"Junior sister, how much do you think people are willing to pay for immortality?"

At this point, the number on the field had exceeded ten digits, and its unit price was... US dollars.

Although the recent economic crisis has caused most countries in the world to have some doubts about the US dollar, in the absence of a real alternative, everyone has no choice but to continue to collect and store US dollars.

Even so, only a very small number of people can readily produce tens of figures in cash.

On stage, the auctioneer's professionally trained, rousing, and magnetic voice was like a layer of sweet poison, enveloping the entire "Dome" auction hall.

"1.17 billion! Once! Madam from Box 17, your vision is as astonishing as your boldness!"

He leaned forward slightly, the spotlight shining on his meticulously styled silver hair, which inspired even greater trust.

Humans have a fondness for golden ores flowing in their blood, and hybrids are a group that takes this to the extreme, driven by their desire to inherit dragon blood.

Xia Mi leaned on the railing, tilting her head to look down, and said lazily:

“Senior brother, you don’t need to worry about the final auction price. It’s not really about how much money we need to pay. The more important thing is to give Constantine, who is hiding in the shadows, a token of our loyalty.”

She pointed to the increasingly frenzied atmosphere below, her contempt growing stronger.

"Constantine hasn't even shown his face yet, but he's managed to stir up such a huge storm. We don't even know when he colluded with the Bai family head."

As she spoke, she also began to feel a headache coming on; after all, alchemy was her weakness.

If it were her, and she wanted to refine an "elixir of immortality," then she might have to exchange it for the life of a living dragon.

Heaven help it, where are there so many dragons left in this world to bribe those in power in human society?

On the contrary, Constantine, with his authority over bronze and fire, could easily concoct elixirs of immortality and differentiate them.

Wang Anzhi did not answer. He watched the numbers on the huge holographic screen in the center jump wildly. With each refresh, it was as if he could hear a low, gasping sound.

He knew that with this method, if he could cultivate the situation for a period of time and remain hidden, it wouldn't be too difficult for Constantine to become one of the four new monarchs.

Unfortunately, there's no time left.

The King of Bronze and Fire has long been exposed to everyone's eyes.

No one looked up.

Therefore, no one noticed that on the arched ceiling, which was thirty meters high, deep within the dome that resembled a Renaissance starry sky mural and was now as dark as an abyss, a very faint flow, different from the air conditioning, was taking place.

A louvered vent, barely wide enough for a small dog to pass through, seemed to cast a momentary shadow on its edge.

There was no sound, not even the faint groan of metal fatigue.

A gentle breeze was blowing through the inside of the grille.

Then, the grille was silently pulled inward, revealing a deeper darkness behind it, which twitched slightly.

A shadow slipped out.

Meanwhile, the number on the screen had already jumped to two billion in the auctioneer's dry mouth.

Just as the figure broke through the "two billion" mark, a sudden change occurred.

The huge crystal chandelier at the top of the auction hall suddenly flickered, then went out with a "snap," plunging the entire space into absolute darkness along with all the backup power supplies.

An indescribable, heavy pressure suddenly descended, as if from the gaze of the ancient primordial era, causing the dragon blood in the bodies of all the hybrids to instantly turn cold and stagnate, with those of lower bloodlines even collapsing in their private rooms.

This indescribable pressure and the pervasive darkness lasted for a full five minutes.

When the lights came on again, everyone saw that the "elixir of immortality" that had been displayed in the glass case had completely disappeared.

There was an uproar.

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