Chapter 11: My Father Isn’t Dead? Auction!

This could only have been done by some heretic who disregards all reason!

“Please, I don’t want my ancient book; just give me back my father’s ashes!”

Liang Chuan’s ashes were more precious than anything else—no spirit stones could ever measure up to their worth.

If the other party liked that gun, it would be fine to give it to them, but the ashes must never be surrendered!

Yet the storage room remained silent and still.

She cast her gaze again on the black wooden box.

For some reason, a sudden thought surfaced in her mind.

She stepped over carefully to the black wooden box, staring at it cautiously.

“Dad? Is that you?”

Liang Xin whispered her father’s name softly.

Could it be that her father’s spirit had manifested?

Is that why everything he entrusted to her had been taken away, leaving only this Iron Bone Technique?

But when no response came, she fell into thoughtful silence.

“Or could it be, Dad, that you’ve become a spirit demon?”

Spirit demons still existed in this world, though they were said to be exceedingly rare.

In essence, they were humans transformed into demonic beasts—retaining memories but driven only by instinct.

If that were true, then perhaps everything could be explained.

Why did the belongings disappear? Because the gun was her father’s favorite.

Why was there an extra cultivation method? It might be that her father worried she couldn’t survive on her own.

Such a possibility existed.

Earlier, when discussing death, Liang Chuan had joked that if he ever truly passed away, his greatest worry would be that Liang Xin couldn’t take care of herself.

With this thought, Liang Xin took a deep breath and steeled herself to pick up the Iron Bone Technique from the black wooden box.

“Even if you’ve become a spirit demon, Dad, you would never harm me!”

After she lifted the book, the black wooden box fell silent, and only then did her anxious heart settle.

“But Dad, why did you leave me this book?”

Driven by curiosity, Liang Xin opened the tome. The internal flow of the cultivation technique appeared theoretically sound.

She turned on her computer and quickly typed in the words “Iron Bone Technique.”

The moment she pressed enter, all information related to the Iron Bone Technique flooded the screen.

There was a wealth of information, though none detailed the exact internal workings of the technique.

Still, explanations and elaborations on its content were available.

As she read and compared the information with the book in her hands, she muttered, “This… seems a bit different.”

Liang Xin matched the online data with the Iron Bone Technique she possessed.

Though there were some differences, they were minor.

While browsing, a particular image caught her eye.

Other depictions of the Iron Bone Technique looked quite similar, but the illustration in this image was exactly like the one in her book.

Beneath it, a caption read: “Original image left behind over ten thousand years ago.”

!!!

Staring at those words, Liang Xin froze.

“Could this really be an ancient text?!”

She never expected that the copy in her hands dated back over ten thousand years.

“Where on earth did this come from?”

She quickly searched for its value, and when a string of numbers popped up, she was stunned.

“One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, one million!!!”

“This ancient book is worth one million spirit stones?!”

How many years would Liang Chuan have to work screwing bolts just to save up a million spirit stones?

Though shocked by the price, Liang Xin dared not make any rash moves.

After ordering takeout, she hurried back to the storage room and kept her gaze fixed on the black wooden box.

“Dad… is it really you?”

Her voice trembled; besides her father, she could think of no one who would entrust such precious items to her.

Hours passed—more than ten.

Though the room was cramped, she did not leave.

Even with only a black-and-white photo, it was still her father.

Then, the black wooden box suddenly emitted a golden glow once more.

Inside lay a folded piece of paper.

Liang Xin’s hands shook as she unfolded it, and when she saw the familiar handwriting, tears burst forth like a dam breaking.

“Liang Xin, this is Dad. Are you well now?”

“It’s Dad’s fault for never making time to be with you. I regret it deeply now.”

“I am currently in another world. Judging by my guess, I have very likely returned to the ancient cultivation world of old.”

“I have received the items you placed inside the black wooden box. The troubles you put in there have eased my urgent needs, but the problems are far from over.”

“For some reasons, I need your help to survive in this world.”

“If I’m right, you have already received the Iron Bone Technique. Take that method to auction it off. As for the remaining parts of the technique, don’t worry—I will transmit them to you…”

The familiar handwriting and the chiding tone were unmistakably her father’s usual way of speaking.

After reading the letter through tearful eyes, a mixture of pain and hope filled her heart.

Her father was not dead; he had gone to another world.

Moreover, they could still communicate through this black wooden box.

Only now did she understand why the cultivation method had appeared out of thin air inside the box.

“No, I must hurry and auction off the technique!”

Wiping away her tears, though Liang Chuan hadn’t fully explained what had happened, she could tell her father needed her help.

She swiftly sat before the computer and typed a phrase:

“Daqin Auction Network”

The Daqin Auction Network was the hottest auction site at present.

Managed by Shangyi Corporation, it was well-known worldwide.

Within the Daqin Immortal Dynasty, it ranked among the top three.

Its soaring popularity was due to the ability to auction items anonymously.

The pre-auction process required online inspection, followed by the auction itself.

At that moment, inside a private office within an office building, a young woman wearing a mask propped her chin in boredom, sifting through items slated for auction.

The golden mask bore multiple miniature runic arrays, as if enveloped in a mist that blocked all prying eyes.

“A Yellow Grade Low-quality Long Sword from twenty years ago? How dare they put this up for auction.”

“A suspected Yellow Grade incomplete cultivation method? Only one-fifth of it remains? You call that incomplete?”

“A Ground Grade pill that has lost its effect? Isn’t that just a worthless pellet?!”

As she flipped to the next auction item, her previously disinterested expression abruptly changed as her eyes widened.

“This…”

On the screen appeared a booklet.

“This is… an ancient book?!”