Chapter 66: Reincarnation – The Covenant of the Afterlife

Chapter 66: Reincarnation – The Covenant of the Afterlife

"The starting price is five million gold coins."

"Each bid must not be less than one million."

As Feng Ling'er's clear voice rang out, the auction hall stirred once more. The item in question—the black and gold ring named Covenant of Rebirth—had sparked wide interest. Though the cooldown period was three days, its ability to return the wearer's state to five seconds prior made it unimaginably valuable.

Used well, it could determine life or death.

Cai'er's eyes gleamed the moment she heard the item's description.

If this ring really worked as claimed, wouldn't it allow her to wield the power of the Sword of Reincarnation without suffering its immense backlash?

Ying Suifeng, standing at her side, had the same thought.

With this ring, Cai'er's combat potential would skyrocket. She'd be virtually unshakable in the Demon Hunter Group Selection Competition.

But it wasn't just the Assassin Temple that was moved.

Contestants from other factions were equally tempted.

Even if the ring only restored spiritual power or health, that five-second rollback could be life-saving. A chance to redo a mistake, to survive a fatal blow, or to cast a decisive skill again.

The bidding surged.

10 million. 15 million. 20 million.

Some began to hesitate. But not Ying Suifeng.

He thought about the price Cai'er paid every time she activated the Six Paths of Reincarnation and gritted his teeth.

"21 million."

A staff member promptly echoed, "21 million gold coins for guest number six!"

Feng Ling'er smiled, pleased by the pace. "21 million—once!"

The hall quieted slightly.

"21 million—twice!"

Just as Feng Ling'er raised her gavel, a voice cut in.

"Wait! I'll bid 25 million!"

It was Lin Chen, the deputy master of the Magic Temple.

Ying Suifeng's brows creased.

Among the six major temples, the Magic Temple had the deepest pockets.

Lin Chen laughed. "Heh, old man Ying, I'm not bidding to compete with you. This ring is invaluable to magicians. Forbidden spells consume enormous power. With this, a magician could cast two forbidden spells in a row!"

He added smugly, "Don't fight me for it."

Ying Suifeng replied coldly: "35 million."

The staff near him froze.

A jump of ten million—this was unheard of.

Even the audience gasped.

Lin Chen's face twitched.

But then—

"50 million."

Lin Chen raised it again. He had to have this item. For a magician, this was a treasure beyond compare.

That price was also his absolute limit. Any higher, and he'd risk losing the Fiery Dragon Heart—one of the two epic forging materials coming up later.

That item was crucial for him. His family's inherited technique, the Holy Sun Spell, was fire-based. A weapon forged with the Fiery Dragon Heart could boost his power by 50% or more.

The ring was valuable, but so was the right weapon.

Ying Suifeng didn't bid again.

Cai'er needed a good weapon more than a safeguard. She could still compete strongly without the ring—especially with the right equipment.

Though a little disappointed, Cai'er understood.

Lin Chen smirked. "Looks like it's mine."

But just then—

"52 million!"

The clear voice rang out from Ye Weiyang.

Feng Ling'er paused—then quickly called, "52 million for guest number seven!"

All eyes snapped to Lin Ze.

He was still wearing his mask.

Until now, most thought he was just a privileged heir. After all, he'd spent 16 million earlier for a Holy Spirit Pill.

But now—52 million?

That wasn't just wealth. That was power.

Only the six deputy hall masters had bid above 20 million. And now this anonymous guest had outbid them all.

Lin Chen's lips curled downward.

He'd wanted both the ring and the Fiery Dragon Heart. Now he might only walk away with one.

He hesitated.

But at that moment, Lin Xin tugged his sleeve and whispered, "Grandpa, let it go."

Lin Chen frowned. "Why?"

"I met that guy before. He's not short on money. And... he's already at the sixth level."

"What?!"

Lin Chen stared at him in disbelief.

"He looks two years younger than me. I think he has a powerful background. Don't make him an enemy. The Fiery Dragon Heart is more important."

Lin Chen turned his gaze back to Lin Ze.

So did Cai'er.

For some reason, the man gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Have I seen him somewhere...?

She couldn't recall. But she couldn't look away either.

Back on stage, Feng Ling'er confirmed the silence in the room.

"52 million—twice!"

"52 million—three times!"

Bang!

The gavel struck.

"Congratulations to guest number seven for successfully bidding on the Covenant of Rebirth."

The crowd murmured with mixed feelings—admiration, curiosity, even a touch of envy.

The auction proceeded.

But Lin Ze remained silent.

He didn't bid on anything else—not even the two epic forging materials.

They simply weren't what he needed.

Cai'er, however, kept glancing at him.

And though she didn't know why—

Her heart beat just a little faster every time their eyes met.

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