The Interdimensional Reseller – CH233

Chapter 233

One item after another was brought to the stage. A special plant was pushed forward, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

“Luminous Butterfly Orchid?” Illya muttered.

Chu Feng glanced at her. “You know it?”

Illya nodded. “Yes, it’s a very beautiful flower. The Zhe clan loves to grow it—it’s very delicate.”

Chu Feng looked at the orchid on stage. Indeed, it was beautiful. Its blooms resembled butterflies resting on branches, and they emitted a soft glow—stunning to behold.

Even before the Great Change, some people loved orchids, and rare varieties could sell for millions.

But this one was so beautiful that it outshone all rare orchids from the old world.

“Want to buy it?” Chu Feng asked.

Illya shook his head. “No need.”

Though gorgeous, the Luminous Butterfly Orchid was purely ornamental, hard to care for, and of little practical use. Illya wasn’t interested.

Chu Feng read his thoughts. “If you’re not interested, forget it.”

Then he asked in a low voice, “Eating it wouldn’t be dangerous, right?”

Illya shook his head. “No idea—I’ve never heard of anyone eating it. Doesn’t look like it’d taste good.”

Chu Feng: “….” Yet the bidders in the room didn’t seem to be buying it just to admire—it looked like they planned to eat it.

More and more items came up for sale.

Chu Feng privately admitted that Gray’s eye for treasure was sharp. Still, although the auction offered plenty of unusual goods, there weren’t many that were actually useful to him. After dozens of lots, Chu Feng’s interest remained low.

A black stone was pushed onto the stage, and the moment Chu Feng saw it, the primal energy in his body suddenly surged.

Gray looked at the stone being brought up and, cupping his cheeks, asked in confusion, “Why would the auction bring out some broken rock to sell?”
Delice, munching on cake, replied, “Maybe it’s something special.”
Gray glanced at her and asked, “Do you see anything special about it?”
Delice shook her head. “No, it just looks like a broken rock.”

Chu Feng: “…”

The auctioneer began his introduction. “This stone was discovered in the nest of a high-level fierce beast. Though it’s only a small piece, it weighs over five hundred catties, making it the densest stone found to date.

“Experts have analyzed it and found that its composition is very unusual, made of unknown material, likely a meteorite from beyond the heavens.

“We’ve tested it—it’s incredibly hard, doesn’t deform under extreme heat, and even with a cutting machine, it’s almost impossible to leave a mark on it.”

Chu Feng rested his chin on his hand. “Sounds like it’s not so ordinary after all.”

The crowd buzzed with curiosity, but most had no intention of buying. Wealthy patrons and ability-users were far more interested in rare medicines and treasures that might skyrocket their strength in an instant.
A rock—no matter how hard—couldn’t be forged into a weapon, eaten, or drunk. At most, it was just a curiosity.

The bidding started at three witch stones. No one bid for a long time, and just as it was about to be passed over, Chu Feng took it at the starting price.

The stone was brought to his table.
Gray rushed over and tried to push it, but couldn’t move it. “It really is heavy!”
“That young lady just now carried it over so easily,” Delice said.
“That’s because she’s a strength-type ability-user,” Illya explained.
Delice nodded. “No wonder.”

Chu Feng picked up the stone, his expression odd.
“Is it heavy?” Illya asked.
Chu Feng shook his head. “No.”

In his hands, it felt as light as foam. His strength had indeed increased after his recent power-up, but not enough that lifting a five-hundred-cattie stone should feel this effortless…

When the auction ended, Chu Feng and his companions teleported away instantly, disappointing those who had hoped to speak with them.

Illya eyed the black stone on the table. “This doesn’t look like a witch stone.”
Chu Feng nodded. “It’s not, but… it’s strangely attractive to me.”

“Do you feel anything special from it?” Chu Feng asked.
Illya shook his head. “No.”
“That’s strange…” Chu Feng murmured. If Illya’s ability—which included some detection—found nothing unusual, perhaps this stone was only useful to space-type ability-users like him.

“Then what do you feel from it?” Illya pressed.
Chu Feng shook his head. “Just… that it might be useful to me.”

He channeled his spatial energy into the stone. At once, it turned transparent, then began melting in his palm like ice.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes. The auctioneer had said it was immune to fire and cutting, yet here it was melting?

The stone liquefied and merged into his body. The moment it entered, it felt as though thousands of steel needles stabbed into him at once. He collapsed to the ground in pain.
Startled, Illya hurriedly pulled out some Life Spirit Liquid and poured it into him.

The pain quickly eased, and Chu Feng felt two surges of power spread through his body. Moments later, his ability level had clearly risen.
“You okay?” Illya asked.
“I’m fine,” Chu Feng replied, a pleased smile on his face.

“Was there something wrong with the stone?”
“No,” Chu Feng said, “on the contrary—it was a treasure. It must have contained an enormous amount of spatial energy. My body just wasn’t strong enough to absorb it quickly, so the energy backlashed.”

“How did you know Life Spirit Liquid could relieve it?”
“I didn’t,” Illya admitted. “I just guessed. It can detoxify, so I thought it might work.”
Chu Feng nodded. “It did.”

The Life Spirit Liquid truly lived up to its name as the elves’ greatest treasure—versatile and invaluable. And that stone… despite the unbearable pain, it had been worth it. His abilities had grown considerably.
Perhaps he shouldn’t be so resistant to attending gatherings like this—after all, you never knew when you’d stumble across something valuable.

“Could it be a Void Nether Stone?” Illya murmured.
Chu Feng glanced at her. “Void Nether Stone? What’s that?”
“I only recently learned about it,” she said. “Every race’s shamans keep handwritten notes of secrets and rare knowledge—these are considered tribal treasures. Lately, Crescent Village has grown wealthier, and Shaman Qiu Luo traded resources with other tribes to obtain some of these notes.

While most tribes would never trade recipes for medicines or cultivation methods, they will exchange rumors and records of rare or extinct spiritual materials. The Void Nether Stone was mentioned in the Stone People tribe’s ancient texts—I happened to see it last time I returned home.

“The Void Stone can be used to make storage tools. Aren’t space rings quite famous here? Something like that.” Chu Feng couldn’t help but cough lightly. Space rings… yes, they were indeed famous here—most fantasy novels mentioned them—but they were purely a product of imagination. No one had ever actually seen one in real life!

“There are really spatial storage tools?” Chu Feng asked.

Illya nodded. “I think so. The handbooks record that there was once an ability-user who could use Void Stone to make spatial storage tools, but they have a drawback.”

“What drawback?” Chu Feng asked curiously.

Tilting his head, Illya replied, “Spatial storage tools can only be bound to one master. If the owner dies, no one else can open the space ring, and everything inside is essentially gone. The ring itself becomes just an ordinary object.”

Chu Feng: … “That’s quite a big drawback!”

Illya nodded. “Exactly! The Stone People clan records mention a nobleman who stored all his wealth in a space belt. He was killed by a group of mountain bandits who didn’t know his identity. Later, his family found the bandits and the belt—but since the noble was already dead, it was useless.”

“I heard the belt alone contained eight hundred thousand gold coins, not to mention other treasures.”

Chu Feng: … “That much?”

“The noble’s family hired many craftsmen to try to retrieve the items inside, but none succeeded. Eventually, the family went bankrupt from lack of funds.”

“Where’s that belt now?” Chu Feng couldn’t help but ask.

Illya shook his head. “No idea.”

Chu Feng sighed. “What a pity.” Others might not be able to open the so-called space belt, but he had spatial powers—maybe he could try.

Illya looked at him and said, “Maybe we could ask Lan Hu to look for it. The ability-user who made those spatial tools lived about three hundred years ago—so he’s been dead for over two hundred years. He seemed to have made quite a few back then, but if they can only be used once, they’ve probably all been discarded by now.”

Chu Feng waved his hand. “I was just saying—let’s leave it to fate…”

They were still chatting when a knock came at the door. Chu Feng opened it to find Gray peeking in. “You okay?”

Gray looked him up and down. “I’m fine—are you okay?”

Chu Feng crossed his arms. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Gray pointed downward. “Someone said they heard you scream just now… like you were—”

“Like I was what?”

Gray blinked. “Like you were a victim of domestic violence.”

Chu Feng rubbed his forehead. Clearly, the people in his team had too much free time. All they did was gossip.

Gray looked at Illya. “Bro, did you hit him?”

Illya shook his head. “No.”

“Then who hit you, Chu Feng?” Gray asked curiously, eyes blinking.

Chu Feng folded his arms, annoyed. “Sounds to me like you’re the one asking for a beating.”

Gray chuckled awkwardly. “Well, if you weren’t hit, that’s good. I’ll be downstairs playing.”

Chu Feng: …

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