Rise of the Alchemy God

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Feng Huang didn't know exactly how to describe this sensation, but it wasn't the first time she had felt it.

In fact, when she met Xiang Hua, she felt something similar.

'Could he also be a rare talent?'

She wondered, as for the first time since the auction began, someone caught her attention.

Feng Huang had a certain talent for recognizing other talents.

She didn't know when she had acquired this ability, but thanks to it, she had managed to elevate her sect to one of the strongest in the Phoenix Kingdom.

So seeing that this young man gave her a similar feeling to what she experienced when encountering people with rare talents, she couldn't help but become curious about the background of this slave.

Ethan, who had finally been taken out of his cell, found himself in a smaller one, this time exposed like a collectible in front of this sea of people.

He didn't know how to feel about it.

He had tried everything in recent days, but failed every single time.

From gnawing on the bars with his teeth to sneaking the keys away, hoping not to be seen.

Once, he was even whipped by the guards who had grown tired of hearing him curse them for twenty-four hours straight.

At some point, he stopped trying and awaited his fate in peace.

Now he understood how his cellmate felt.

The auctioneer, upon seeing him, couldn't help but show a look of disgust, or at least that's what Ethan perceived from her expression.

'Seriously? Am I that ugly?' Ethan couldn't help but feel like an arrow had pierced his heart at this sight.

The woman didn't waste any time, composing herself, but this time gave a rather simple presentation.

"And here we have our next... product," she said, trying to maintain a serious face.

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent. No one knew how to react to those unexpected words.

Even Xiang Hua and Feng Huang were taken aback by this presentation.

Especially Feng Huang, who had expected to hear something interesting about this young man, couldn't help but be surprised.

Even Ethan, who had resigned himself to his situation, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

'Woman, what the hell are you saying?

An expert in household chores?

Good at chopping vegetables?

Can you at least leave me with the shred of dignity I have left?'

Ethan thought, glaring at the woman with a resentful expression.

The silence continued, and the auctioneer, not knowing what to do about this situation, thought it best to replace him with the next product.

At that moment, however, the hall erupted in stifled laughter.

The tension that had momentarily formed dissipated.

Seeing this, the auctioneer seized the opportunity and continued with an almost comical tone.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this gentleman here is a true prodigy of housework.

From the kitchen to the laundry, he can do it all! And that's not all," she continued, her tone amused.

"He chops vegetables like a real chef and dusts with the precision of a watchmaker.

Who wouldn't want such a talent in their home?"

The audience laughed harder, the absurdity of the situation providing an unexpected relief from the grim atmosphere.

"Who wouldn't want such a talented individual in their home?" she continued, her voice dripping with irony.

"Imagine the conversations at your dinner table. A true entertainer!"

By now, the audience was thoroughly entertained, some even lightly applauding for the amusement. The auctioneer stepped back, hands on her hips, and made one last flourish.

"So, shall we start the bidding at... oh, I don't know, a silver coin?"

She didn't know what price to set for this young man, so she decided to start with something extremely low, just to get rid of him.

She didn't know why her suppliers had brought someone like him here, but it wasn't the time for such questions.

She had an auction to run and could worry about these details later.

The audience, who had finally calmed down, didn't continue to speak.

Although the auctioneer's presentation had been effective, the fact remained that the slave was still useless to people like them. No one was willing to spend any money on someone like him.

At that moment, a fat man, sitting in one of the rows closest to the stage, raised his hand.

"Two silver coins," he said with a smile that was anything but friendly.

Seeing him, Ethan began to get a little agitated.

He felt he wouldn't meet a good end if he ended up in that man's hands.

'Come on, make another bid,

it's only three silver coins,' Ethan started to pray in his mind as he looked at the others with wide eyes, hoping to move someone.

This, however, had the opposite effect, and some started laughing again.

Seeing this, Ethan cursed all their generations, even daring to curse the ancestors of these people in his mind.

He didn't dare do it out loud, fearing he might be beaten to entertain the crowd.

Seeing that no one else was bidding, the auctioneer decided to end it, without doing her usual countdown, as she deemed it unnecessary.

Just as she was about to confirm, a sweet voice from the central row of the boxes made an offer.

"Five silver coins."

The fat man, seeing that someone wanted to take his goods, couldn't help but turn around to see who dared to bid when he had already made one.

"Who dares-"

But the words caught in his throat when he saw who had spoken.

It was Feng Huang.

Seeing Feng Huang's beauty, the words that were about to come out of the man's mouth stopped.

Although she wore a mask to cover her face, the man could tell she was a real beauty.

After a few seconds, he spoke again, this time with a calmer voice.

"I wanted to take this slave as a jester for my house, but seeing that the lady here is also interested in him, I will withdraw," he said very formally, as if to impress the woman, and then sat down, lost in his world.

Feng Huang, seeing this, could tell what the man was thinking, and she didn't care.

The moment this man tried to play any dirty tricks on her, she would burn him alive.

Seeing that the situation had changed, Ethan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

'I hope she doesn't have some kind of fetish,' he thought, relieved that he wouldn't end up in the hands of the fat man.

The auctioneer, seeing that no one else made a bid after the woman, concluded the purchase and proceeded with the next one.

Feng Huang, who had seen enough, also stood up, deciding that it was no longer worth continuing.

At this, Xiang Hua, who had held back for all this time, nodded happily and prepared to leave.

And so, as Ethan returned to his cell in preparation to be handed over to his buyer, chaos erupted in the auction hall.