Galen knew that the Disc of Eight Trigrams had been carved out of a rotten piece of wood and that the


    so-called “array” before was Barnabus’ own doing rather than the activation of the disc. Though


    Barnabus himself was perplexed, he had the crowd fooled.


    “Hey, kid. Do you not believe me even though I said I saw it?” Boris finally spoke up after a long


    silence.


    As the top mage of Zaprington, Boris’ words carried weight-even Barnabus revered him!


    “I only believe my own eyes!” Jared dered with a smirk.


    “Well then, I have no choice but to convince you! See for yourself if this is just rotted wood.”


    As he spoke, Boris held the Disc of Eight Trigrams in one hand, and with the other, he made a swift


    gesture to activate the disc. Under the spectator’s curious gazes, something peculiar happened. The


    Array of Eight Trigrams materialized above the disc, glinting and spinning in midair.


    With a loud bellow from Boris, the array exploded into pieces, and the rays of light converged to form a


    charm.


    The brilliant light cast a sheen of gold in the room, causing the upants to squint from the


    unexpected brightness.


    Soon, the golden light dimmed, and the Disc of Eight Trigrams reverted to its original state.


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    The crowd was still reeling back from shock. They gaped at the disc, their eyes bulging sockets in


    disbelief.


    “Mr. Yonce truly deserves the title of the best mage in Zaprington! I’m humbled to be in your presence,”


    Barnabus praised. His voice oozed envy and admiration for Boris.


    “This talisman is awesome! If not for Mr. Yonce, this treasure would have been buried and forgotten!”


    “I’ve never seen a talisman so powerful in my life!”


    “Now that I know what it’s capable of, I’ll spend my life’s fortune to purchase it!”


    The discussion rose to a mor as everyone vowed to get their hands on the Disc of Eight Trigrams,


    no matter the cost.


    Samuel had the foresight to call and instruct his family to prepare a hefty sum of money. He knew that


    competition would be stiff, and he was determined to emerge the victor.


    Inspired by his clever idea, everyone else quickly followed suit and made calls to gather funds. Judging


    by their agitated state, they would be lucky if the auctionter did not end in a bloodbath.


    Galen and Boris exchanged nces as they fought to suppress their glee.


    “Do you still insist that the Disc of Eight Trigrams is useless, kid?” Boris goaded.


    The crowd whipped around to look at Jared, their faces filled with distaste.


    “What would he know? He’s just a kid! The Baileys must be blind to let him attend this auction.”


    “He’s insane, messing around in the presence of so many masters. He even had the gall to challenge


    Mr. Yonce! I guess it’s true that with ignorancees undue gantry.”


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    “If I were Mr. Yonce, I would have pped him!”


    “Where did he evene from? Why is a nobody like him making a spectacle of himself in


    Jadeborough?”


    The crowd jeered at Jared and even brought the Baileys Into the mix. Samuel’s face twisted into a


    grimace.


    Jared, on the other hand, appeared unfazed.


    “Kid, Mr. Yonce asked you a question. Why did you be mute all of a sudden? If you just admit


    defeat and pay us two billion, we’ll let this slide,” Sean said with a smug smile.


    “A rotten piece of wood is a rotten piece of wood. No skill nor expertise can change that,” Jared


    responded indifferently.


    Jared’s tant remark shocked everyone. The color drained from Samuel’s face as he cautioned in a


    soft voice, “Mr. Chance, please stop provoking them…”


    Although Samuel knew that Jared was a cultivator, he had never seen Jared in action. The power that


    Boris had demonstrated was practically divine martial art; there was no way Jared could surpass that!