I Have an Omen System

’Shen Yongsheng...’

’So that’s the name of the guy who got the Artifact Refining inheritance.’

Qin Xuan’s gaze was profound. With an imperceptible flick of his fingertip,

he silently released a rice-grain-sized, grayish Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle, which landed on the back of Shen Yongsheng’s neck.

’I’ll just find a chance to kill Shen Yongsheng after the auction.’

’Why not just bid on it with money?’

’I’m a Demon Cultivator. Aside from my time in the Holy Sect, when have I ever paid for anything?’

’The fact that I’m even letting him walk out of here alive today is a testament to my benevolence.’

However, the very moment the Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle appeared,

a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up on a misty cliff face.

...

After the second-to-last item, the Hundred Refinements Profound Weapon Record, was sold, the final auction item finally appeared.

Yunlong suddenly ripped the red cloth off the wooden tray.

The atmosphere in the entire valley instantly reached a fever pitch.

"The final auction item: two Top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills."

Yunlong’s voice suddenly rose, filled with a stirring excitement meant to incite the crowd.

"The original starting price was 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, but we will start the bidding at three thousand low-grade spirit stones! Each bid must be an increment of at least 100 Spirit Stones!"

BOOM!

Before his voice had even faded, the atmosphere in Cloud Stream Valley was set ablaze.

All the cultivators held their breath, their eyes locked on the round pills on the high platform, their gazes filled with greed.

One Loose Cultivator exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "Two Foundation Establishment Pills at once this time!"

Another Loose Cultivator couldn’t wait and shouted out a bid.

"I bid 3,100 Spirit Stones."

"3,200!"

"3,300!"

...

In just a few moments, the price of the Foundation Establishment Pills was approaching the 4,000 mark.

As a Tier Two Low-Grade Pill, the cost of the spirit medicine for a Foundation Establishment Pill wasn’t much higher than other pills of the same tier, but the refining process was complex and esoteric, and the pill formulas were intentionally monopolized by major powers.

In times of peace, a single Foundation Establishment Pill could be sold for the astronomical price of over ten thousand a piece.

It was only because of the chaos of war, during which the treasury of Ten Thousand Herbs Hall was destroyed and a large number of pills flowed out, that some Loose Cultivators had the chance to snag a bargain.

’To spend more than half your life’s fortune just for a slim chance at Human Dao Foundation Establishment...’

’Such is the tragedy of a Loose Cultivator!’

Qin Xuan watched as one of the Foundation Establishment Pills was sold for a price of six thousand nine hundred to a gray-robed Loose Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer.

The gray-robed Loose Cultivator appeared to be a woman, her aura concealed by a clever Magic Talisman and her body shrouded in a gray, hooded robe.

She hadn’t bid on a single item throughout the auction and fled immediately after getting the Foundation Establishment Pill.

’Smart of her.’

Treating everyone equally, Qin Xuan casually tossed a Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle after the female cultivator. ’A woman that cautious might just have some treasures on her, right?’

The other Foundation Establishment Pill, after a fierce bidding war among the cultivators, was won by the white-haired, wrinkled Granny Tie Mei from Cold Abyss Valley.

"Seven thousand three hundred Spirit Stones, going once! Seven thousand three hundred Spirit Stones, going twice! Seven thousand three hundred Spirit Stones, going three times..."

BANG!

Yunlong brought down the gavel with a heavy strike, his face wreathed in smiles. "Congratulations to buyer number 44 for successfully purchasing one Top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Great-Grandmother, the Wu Family got the Foundation Establishment Pill... Our Wu Family has a Foundation Establishment Pill now!"

The young girl in the pink dress beside Hua Tiemei hugged her arm, so excited she nearly jumped for joy.

Amidst the swirling mist, a yellow-furred demon monkey, holding the red-clothed wooden tray, swayed as it walked toward the Wu Family’s location.

A gentle smile appeared on Hua Tiemei’s deeply wrinkled face.

Just as the yellow-furred demon monkey was about to arrive,

something unexpected happened!

BZZZZ—

Along with a soft hum, a brilliant flash of sword light appeared.

The yellow-furred demon monkey let out a piercing shriek as its furry paws were sliced in two.

A Top-Grade Flying Sword, a magical artifact that gleamed with a cold light and had faint dragon patterns swimming along its blade, shot toward the Wu Family’s position.

"Hmph, a petty trick! I was prepared for this!"

Hua Tiemei slammed her snake-head walking stick heavily on the ground. A golden protective shield instantly materialized before her, like a giant inverted golden bowl, shielding the grandmother and granddaughter within.

CRACKLE!

The flying sword struck the golden shield, creating a sharp, piercing screech as sparks flew everywhere.

"Which scoundrel dares to cause trouble in my Yunxi Valley?"

Yunlong roared, summoning an ancient Array Plate. With a flick of his finger, he sent several azure Array Flags flying out from it.

The azure Array Flags grew as they flew through the air.

Upon landing, they transformed into towering pillars that pressed down directly on a masked, black-robed, elderly cultivator!

"Pfft..."

The black-robed cultivator, as if struck by a mountain, spat out a torrent of blood. He was pinned to the ground, his chest caved in, his bones shattered, and his body drenched in blood.

Hua Tiemei strode forward and ripped off the black-robed cultivator’s mask, her expression changing drastically.

Beneath the mask was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square jaw. It was none other than Patriarch Sunx.

"Sunx Hongchang, it’s you?" Hua Tiemei was both shocked and enraged.

"And to think I trusted you so much, that I considered your Sunx Family an ally. I never thought it would be you..."

Suddenly, Hua Tiemei felt something was wrong, as if a needle was pressed against her back.

Wu Youwei, dressed in her pink gown, shrieked in terror, "Great-Grandmother, watch out for a sneak attack!"

Hua Tiemei instinctively tried to turn around.

But a silver-white sword tip suddenly burst out from her chest.

In an instant, Hua Tiemei felt her blood and True Essence rapidly draining away.

She turned her head in disbelief, only to see a familiar, elderly figure. Her pupils shrank. "Wang Zezhou, you’re a Demon Cultivator..."

The crowd suddenly erupted into chaos.

"There are Demon Cultivators trying to steal the treasure!" someone yelled.

The Loose Cultivators scattered in all directions like startled birds, trying to escape.

However, some Loose Cultivators took the opportunity to strike.

BOOM!

A Fire Talisman landed beside Wang Runtian and exploded violently.

"Demon Cultivator, hand over your Storage Pouch, and I’ll spare your life!"

"That’s not my family’s ancestor! I don’t know what’s going on... I’m not with the Demon Cultivators..."

Wang Runtian frantically tried to explain, but before he could finish,

a jet-black broadsword appeared from nowhere and sheared off half of Wang Runtian’s body, bone and all.

"No—" Wang Runtian’s pupils dilated as he drew his last breath and died.

...

The stench of blood filled the air.

The entire valley floor was a chaotic mess, thick with the smoke of battle.

Wang Lanmeng slowly awoke, her beautiful face pale with fear. She turned her head, only to see that Qin Xuan, who had been beside her, was long gone.

’Has Master abandoned me?’

Wang Lanmeng’s face was ashen, her heart filled with despair.

She didn’t understand why, in the course of a single auction, her own family’s ancestor had turned out to be a Demon Cultivator, and the once-peaceful Yunxi Valley had plunged into a chaotic battle.

Mutilated corpses were everywhere, and warm blood occasionally splattered onto her face.

"Something’s not right... How did the Tier Two Maze Array in this valley turn into a Trapping Array...?"

A Loose Cultivator was about to flee on his flying sword when a thick wall of light suddenly appeared in the sky above the valley, which had been empty just a moment before.

He instantly realized what was happening and roared in despair, "The Master of Ten Thousand Treasures Valley is in league with the Demon Cultivators!"

At these words, everyone in Yunxi Valley went berserk.

In their desperation, the clashes between magical artifacts and magic talismans grew even more intense.

Even an elephant can be brought down by enough ants.

Yunlong, the Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had hosted the auction, became the primary target for the combined attacks of numerous cultivators.

Magical artifacts of all kinds rained down on him as if they were free.

"Valley Master, save me!"

Before the words could even leave his mouth, the protective spiritual light around Yunlong, a pitiful Foundation Establishment First Level cultivator of the Earth Dao, was shattered by countless magical artifacts and magic talismans, and he was reduced to a bloody pulp.

But then, something terrifying happened.

Yunlong, the one controlling the Array Plate, was dead, but the Trapping Array did not dissipate. Instead, after absorbing the blood of countless cultivators, it grew even stronger!

...

"Wang Zezhou, you hid it well! After knowing you for decades, I never realized you were a Demon Cultivator!"

Shen Yongsheng ground his teeth, forced into a desperate corner.

Wang Zezhou cackled sinisterly. "Old Dog Shen, it’s not too late for you to find out now... It’s all Sunx Hongchang’s fault for being too hasty. Otherwise, I would have stayed hidden even longer, at least until you all had bid on and received your Foundation Establishment Pills..."

"But being exposed now is acceptable. I already have Hua Tiemei’s Foundation Establishment Pill. If you know what’s good for you, hand over the Hundred Refinements Profound Weapon Record, and I might leave you with an intact corpse."

"In your dreams!"

Shen Yongsheng’s eyes looked ready to split with rage. He slapped the beast taming pouch at his waist, and a massive, gray wolf at the Qi Cultivation Tenth Layer suddenly appeared.

"AWOOO!" The gray wolf threw its head back and howled, and a white, crescent-shaped mark appeared on its forehead.

It slammed its head into the grand array.

CRACK—

Unable to bear the strain, the Trapping Array finally showed a tiny, insignificant crack.

Joy flashed across Shen Yongsheng’s face, thinking he was about to escape.

But the next moment, black demonic qi surged forth, and a scarlet, bloody light flowed through the array. The Trapping Array returned to normal.