Chapter 85: Auction House, Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid

The auction house was the most prosperous and lively place in the Black Domain. Its grand halls bustled with life, filled with merchants, adventurers, and dignitaries alike, all seeking fortune or rare treasures.

As soon as Luo Qingtong entered, she was greeted with attentive courtesy.

"Welcome, esteemed guest. How may I assist you today?" a clerk from the auction house approached her with a warm smile.

The vast hall was filled with hundreds of clerks, each dressed neatly and moving efficiently among the visitors.

"I wish to sell medicine," Luo Qingtong replied. Her voice, deliberately altered, was low, hoarse, and carried a distinct air of age and experience. Her exposed hands had been carefully modified, the skin loose and veined, exuding an aura of twilight and frailty.

This disguise was deliberate. Luo Qingtong had no intention of revealing her true identity in the Black Domain. Instead, she had crafted the persona of a mysterious elderly alchemist. By doing so, she ensured that her abilities would not arouse suspicion, and the formidable Ming Lord, who dominated this region, would remain unaware of her true nature.

Luo Qingtong was acutely aware of how coveted her eye abilities were. To protect herself, she would not expose her identity easily. Moreover, the Ming Lord's immense power and cunning demanded vigilance.

"Selling medicine?" The clerk's expression shifted to one of intrigue. "May I ask, esteemed elder, what kind of medicine you intend to sell? Medicinal ingredients, or…?"

"Medicine," Luo Qingtong interrupted. Her tone was calm yet commanding. "Fetch someone in charge. This is beyond your authority."

The combination of her composed demeanor and the modifications to her voice instantly elevated her presence in the clerk's eyes. The clerk immediately regarded her as an extraordinary figure and led her to a private room.

"Please wait here, elder. I will summon the steward immediately," the clerk said, hurrying out of the room. In his haste, he nearly stumbled, his mind racing.

Liquid medicine! The elder was here to sell liquid medicine! Could this person be a master alchemist?

Even though the elder wore no visible alchemist badge, it was common knowledge that such esteemed masters often disliked flaunting their credentials. Their eccentricities and arrogance were part of their mystique. Convinced he had encountered a rare expert, the clerk quickened his pace.

A short while later, the door to the private room opened, and the steward entered, his demeanor polite and respectful.

"Esteemed elder, my apologies for keeping you waiting," he said, bowing slightly. "May I know what kind of medicine you wish to sell, and its level?"

"Xuanyuan Yixin Liquid," Luo Qingtong replied lightly.

The steward froze for a moment, startled. Luo Qingtong's offering was no ordinary medicine. It was a rare medicinal liquid, refined using ingredients extracted from the healing holy spring that Ye Qianxian had once soaked in. Though Luo Qingtong could not replicate the exact properties of the spring, she had carefully blended the medicinal ingredients to create a potent remedy. Even a small portion retained incredible healing capabilities.

This medicinal liquid, while not identical to the spring water's unparalleled effects, was more than sufficient for most needs.

"The effects of this liquid target injuries to the meridians," Luo Qingtong explained, her tone calm and unhurried. "No matter how severe the damage, this liquid can heal it instantly. It is particularly effective against the backlash caused by forbidden techniques. After consuming it, it's akin to having an extra life. When two combatants are evenly matched, it can even provide a decisive edge."

Her concise explanation carried an understated authority. She was unaware, however, of the profound shock her words had caused the steward.

A medicine that could restore meridians? Remedy forbidden technique backlash? Grant a second chance at life? The steward's heart raced. Such a miraculous elixir was unheard of in the Black Domain—perhaps even in the entire continent.

For a moment, the steward stood frozen, completely overwhelmed by the implications of what he had just heard.