The Nine-Row Heavenly Goose Wings—this was originally obtained from the Master of the Golden Goose Sect, Luoyan Tian. Since acquiring the scroll that details the crafting technique of this flight skill, Xiao Yan has frequently studied it and now possesses a solid understanding of its creation process. Overall, the Nine-Row Heavenly Goose Wings indeed stand out in their uniqueness. In a sense, they represent a rather unconventional form of evolved flight wings, as their effectiveness is entirely dependent on the quality of the materials used. If high-grade materials are employed, even powerful cultivators at the Cultivator Sect level can greatly benefit. However, if the materials fall short, the skill tends to become merely a useful but unremarkable addition. The most crucial material for crafting the Tian Yan's Nine-Row Wings is the wing membranes of flying mythical beasts. According to the scroll, the Tian Yan's Nine-Row Wings were made from the combined wings of a pair of sixth-rank creatures—thus, not among the very finest grades. Yet, in terms of flight speed, even Medusa could not match it. If it weren't for the surprise attack that night, it would have been extremely difficult to defeat this creature, as once he found himself unable to hold his ground, he simply took off and ran. With the speed afforded by the Nine-Row Wings, who could possibly catch up to him? When he first obtained the method for crafting the Tianyan Nine-Row Wings, Xiao Yan had been quite enthusiastic. However, as his understanding of the craft deepened, he came to realize just how difficult it was to produce. Given Xiao Yan's nature, he naturally preferred to invest considerable time and effort in crafting the very best, rather than simply using a random魔兽's wing to make do. Thus, the wings had remained in his storage seal, rarely mentioned until today, when a particularly remarkable and mysterious魔兽 corpse—clearly of distinguished origin—appeared. With his eyes slightly narrowed, he slowly scanned over the massive wyrm corpse. After a moment, Xiao Yan nodded slightly. He was certain that if he used these bone wings, resembling jade, to craft the Tian Yan's Nine-Row Wings, the resulting speed would surpass that of the Luo Yan Tian. Should he possess such flight wings, he would likely be among the few at the Douzong level who could match him in speed. When engaging in battles against other Douzong cultivators, even if he couldn't win, he would certainly have little difficulty in escaping. Hearing this, Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, then a thought of profound disbelief flashed through his mind. He stared in disbelief, asking, "Wait—does this dried-up beast have any connection to you?" Zǐ Yán's true form is a rather mysterious creature, and since she cannot revert to it, no one knows exactly what kind of beast she is. However, according to Su Qian, the senior elder, she was brought back to the inner courtyard from the deep mountains. This mysterious dried-up beast, on the other hand, was accidentally encountered by Hehuang Sect while exploring the forests. Could there be some connection between them? Or perhaps—could this dried-up beast be one of Zǐ Yán's parents? "You're just connected to it,"紫研 protested, her voice tinged with mild annoyance. All魔兽 possessed a血脉感应; if this dry corpse had any connection to her, she would have clearly felt it. Yet the discomfort she sensed wasn't due to such an intuitive bond—it felt more like a confrontation between natural adversaries, where both parties found it uneasy. Of course, the dry corpse had already lost all life signs, so it wouldn't feel any discomfort at all. Hearing紫研's words, Xiao Yan exhaled in relief. If this dry corpse truly held some significance to her, then even though he greatly desired it, he would certainly hesitate to divide it into pieces for crafting the Tian Yan Ji Xing Yi. "Perhaps it's simply because your strength hasn't yet matched that of this dry corpse," Xiao Yan said, gently patting her head with a warm smile. "The魔兽 are always far more perceptive than humans." "Hmm." Zi Yan nodded slowly, though steadily, and her pair of purple-tinged gem-like eyes remained unconsciously fixed upon the massive beast, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. This unusual item indeed attracted the attention of several powerful figures seated in the贵宾 section. A world-class beast on the verge of breaking through the eighth stage was no ordinary presence—anyone present would find it deeply intimidating. Should the assassin beast still have life signs, the seasoned, powerful elders in the hall would undoubtedly panic and bolt at the first opportunity. At their level, they were far more aware than ordinary people of just how terrifying such a creature approaching the eighth stage could be. Fortunately, however, this was merely the corpse of the beast—already lifeless, and dried out over several years, like a well-worn mummy. With that, the audience no longer concealed their curiosity. In various clusters of influential factions, murmurs of interest began to rise, suggesting genuine enthusiasm. Among them, the elders from the Magic Flame Valley were particularly animated and engaged in lively discussion. On the auction stage, the elderly man with white hair smiled gently at the whispering guests seated in the贵宾 section. He knew that these guests were the most well-stocked, the only ones capable of presenting truly compelling offerings that would move the Black Emperor Sect. "Hehe, ladies and gentlemen, this魔兽 dry corpse has been perfectly preserved since our Black Emperor Sect acquired it—without any damage at all. I can assure you that our Sect has not touched it in any way. That is, we still don't know what lies within the魔兽's body. Likewise, whether it contains a super-magical core on the verge of reaching the eighth stage—well, we have no idea either," said the elderly man, smiling. The elder with white hair spoke, effectively setting off another powerful bomb. Everyone knew that such a world-class beast was nearly a treasure trove—its skin could serve as armor, its claws and teeth sharper than even specially forged weapons, its blood pulsing with robust, turbulent energy. For alchemists, it was an ideal ingredient for elixirs. Of course, the most crucial asset was the magical core. One could easily imagine the immense power contained within a magical core of a beast on the verge of reaching the eighth stage! The combined value of all these assets was simply incalculable. Thus, the elder’s words instantly propelled the value of this beast’s dried remains to a new height. "Enough talking—just state your price!" the murmurs in the auction hall grew louder, and finally, a man from the贵宾 section exclaimed with growing impatience. Hearing the sound of the cup being lifted, the elderly man with white hair smiled warmly, gently shaking his head toward the auction hall and saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure all of you are aware of how highly valued a beast on the verge of reaching the eighth stage is—its worth simply cannot be measured in gold coins anymore. Therefore, this auction will not sell gold coins; instead, we will conduct a barter!" It was quite painful to part with them, and moreover, many of the guests on the VIP seats had intended to save their precious items until later, to compete for the Bodhi Body Saliva. Wasting them now would significantly weaken their chances in the subsequent competition. Gazing at the now silent auction hall, the white-haired elder maintained a smile on his face, yet a few beads of cold sweat had gathered on his forehead. The wyvern corpse, though, was not as highly valued as he had claimed—otherwise, the Black Emperor Sect would not have brought it up for auction. The creature had been dead for countless years, and over time, its body had lost most of its vital energy. Moreover, they had employed secret techniques to investigate its condition, revealing that the blood content within was remarkably scarce. As for the so-called magical core—ah, well, there was absolutely no response at all. This meant that any bidder would have to treat the purchase as a gamble. If the corpse contained a magical core or any traces of blood, they could certainly profit; but if it was merely a pile of dried flesh, then they would likely end up with nothing but their original investment. The guests seated in the VIP section, far from being naive, were fully aware of this. In their eyes, the white-haired elder’s assurances sounded no different than a prostitute’s promises—lacking any real credibility. Thus, many of them remained uncertain about whether to actually proceed with the purchase. Time passed second by second, and the atmosphere within the auction hall remained silent. The elderly man with white hair, whose shirt and vest had been soaked with sweat, had high hopes for this wondrous corpse of the beast from the sect. Should the auction fail to secure a sale, he would be deemed ineffective in his duties and face disciplinary action. Silence persisted, and as the elderly man began to grow weary, a figure clad entirely in black robes rose slowly from the贵宾 seat, her gentle voice breaking the stillness. "Two Dan of Douling, one Dan of Huangji."