Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 267: Zhao Batian the Sucker! The Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon

If not for the high-profile setting and the looming presence of the Chen Family guards, Zhao Batian would have likely vaulted over the seats to throttle Han Lie.

How much of a grudge do you hold to bid me up this high!?

Yet, Zhao Batian could not bring himself to yield. If the Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Halberd fell into Han Lie’s hands, he would never hear the end of it. More importantly, he would lose a weapon that could define his future.

Han Lie had read his rival like an open book. He knew the halberd was a perfect synergy for Zhao Batian’s lightning arts and the Dragon Transformation Secret Art. To wash away his previous shames, the Holy Son had to have it.

“Forget it. Let him take the loss,” Old Ghost Yin Mei whispered, his voice a dry rasp. He knew Han Lie was deliberately sabotaging them. Since the boy wanted to spend 100 million Spirit Stones, let him. There was no need to be the fool in this play.

But Zhao Batian, having suffered one defeat after another at Han Lie’s hands, couldn’t swallow the bitterness.

“Master, let me bid once more. Just one more time—I know what I’m doing!” Zhao Batian hissed. Seeing the mocking curl of Han Lie’s lips, his blood boiled. In that moment of rage, a desperate plan for revenge formed in his mind. He would bait Han Lie into one final, massive overpay, then pull the rug out from under him.

“130 million!” Zhao Batian bellowed just as Mei Lingling reached the second count.

The hall erupted.

The Azure Sky Dragon Transformation Halberd was a masterpiece, but it was still just a Top Grade Heaven-rank Dharma Treasure. 130 million Spirit Stones was an absurdity—a price that could buy three or four items of similar caliber. Most guests weren’t looking at Zhao Batian with awe; they were looking at him like he was a mental patient.

“130 million!” On the stage, Mei Lingling was grinning from ear to ear. “Do I hear a higher bid?”

Zhao Batian turned in his seat, shooting a provocative glare at the back row. “What’s the matter, Han Lie? I thought you were a big spender? If you have the stones, keep going! I’ll dance with you to the end!”

“Ah… my apologies,” Han Lie replied, his eyes narrowing as a slow, predator’s grin spread across his face. “I’m afraid I don’t have the ‘stones’ for such a price. Since the Holy Son wants it so badly, I’ll step aside. It’s all yours.”

“Pfft—!”

Zhao Batian’s breath hitched so violently he nearly spat blood. His face turned a shade of purple so dark it bordered on black. If looks could flay skin, Han Lie would have been reduced to a skeleton a hundred times over.

“130 million, going once…”

“130 million, going twice…”

Seeing the absolute silence of the room, Mei Lingling began the final count.

“130 million… sold!”

Thwack!

The gavel hit the block, a sound like a guillotine for Zhao Batian’s finances. “Congratulations to the Sun Moon Sect of the Southern Domain for acquiring our first lot!”

Zhao Batian slumped into his seat, his limbs turning to lead. He had the halberd, but the victory tasted like ash. He had been played—not just played, but treated like a toy for Han Lie’s amusement.

“Experience is a brutal teacher, but a thorough one,” Old Ghost Yin Mei remarked, his tone chillingly calm. “Remember this feeling. If this debt stops you from being a fool again, perhaps the stones were well spent.”

“I… I’m sorry, Master,” Zhao Batian stammered, his head hanging low. “I only thought…”

“You thought you could trap him?” the Old Ghost interrupted. “Han Lie saw through your little ‘trap’ before you even opened your mouth. The pit you dug only served to bury yourself.”

Zhao Batian: “………”

In the back row, Han Lie was clutching his stomach, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. The absolute madman actually bit on a straight hook.

Mei Lingling, buoyed by the explosive start, moved into the next few rounds with renewed energy. A Middle Grade Divine Ability came and went, sparking fierce competition, but Han Lie and Ye Qingxuan remained silent observers.

Ye Qingxuan was a pragmatist; she was husbanding her wealth for the final prize. After seven or eight more items, Mei Lingling produced a small scroll encased in a pulsing crimson light.

“Hehe. Now, the next treasure is quite specialized,” she announced, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “This is a secret technique classified as a Low Grade Divine Ability. While it possesses zero offensive power, it is an incomparable treasure for those who follow a… different path.”

She held up the scroll. “This is the Immortal Fate Women-Taming Canon.”

A ripple of stifled laughter and knowing grins spread through the hall.

“As the name implies, this manual is the ultimate guide for practitioners of the Dao of Dual Cultivation. It details no less than 72 unique techniques and… postures. When mastered, it doesn’t just significantly boost the resonance and efficiency of the session; it promises a level of immersion and sensory experience that can only be described as ultimate bliss.”

Mei Lingling’s pitch was blunt, and the subsequent chuckles from the crowd were tinged with both embarrassment and genuine interest.

“The starting bid is 3 million Spirit Stones. Increments of 500,000. Let the bidding begin.”

The hall fell into an awkward silence. No one wanted to be the first to publicly declare their interest in a ‘pleasure manual,’ even if it was a Divine Ability.

Han Lie, however, was practically vibrating.

72 techniques? Ultimate bliss? This wasn’t just a manual; it was a companion piece for his Pure Yang Sacred Body. Calling it a ‘Canon’ was an understatement—it was his ticket to a legendary future.

“Zizi?” Han Lie whispered, looking at Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan gave a nearly imperceptible nod. Her face remained a mask of regal indifference, but internally, she was already calculating the potential… benefits. If Han Lie mastered such a technique, her own cultivation—and pleasure—would reach heights she hadn’t dared to imagine.

“Hehehe… if no one else wants to start the ball rolling, I’ll take it,” a sultry voice drifted from the next booth.

Lin Jiaomei raised her hand, her eyes locked on Han Lie with a predatory wink. “3.5 million.”