Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The grand crystal chandelier of the Celestial Market’s central pavilion cast a dazzling, prism-like light across the high-stakes auction room. Hundreds of senior cultivators, robed in the deep crimson and gold of the ancient Solar Fire Clan, filled the stadium seating. The air was incredibly dense, smelling heavily of ancient charcoal, refined spiritual oil, and the dry weight of centuries-old text pages.

Min-jae sat at the center of the private luxury box overlooking the main stage, his forearms leaning calmly against the polished jade railing. He wore his simple black silk lounging shirt, his dark eyes entirely unbothered. Directly pressing against his sides were Yoo Ji-a and Medusa, their long silk traditional gowns tangling over the velvet cushions as they maintained their tight, territorial perimeter.

"The old men downstairs are staring at our box with an annoying amount of complacency, husband," Yoo Ji-a purred loudly, her face flushing an intense, flustered pink as she tightened her slender arms around his neck, her long black ponytail swaying violently. Her violet eyes flashed with an unhinged jealousy. "They think because they hoard the local trading channels, they can dictate who gets to bid on the ancient manuals! Min-jae, if they try to block our transaction, let me use my spear to clear the benches!"

"The shadow spear should focus her element on the ledger, not a public riot," Medusa countered smoothly, her full violet lips curving into a cold, dangerous smirk as she deliberately squeezed her exceptionally voluptuous hourglass figure straight against Min-jae’s left arm, her heavy chest pressing against his sleeve. Her porcelain cheeks were flushed a deep, sultry pink. "Our Sovereign has fifty Void Fission Law-Stones in Chae-won’s pouch. We can buy their entire ancestral library without shifting a single stone block."

Min-jae sat perfectly paralyzed between the two front-runners, his face turning an immediate, massive crimson flush that spread all the way down to his collar. His ears burned a bright, flustered pink, his cold calculated focus completely short-circuited under their close, suffocating physical touch. He quietly cleared his throat, maintaining his deadpan gaze as Han Seo-yoon and the twin sisters shared a beautiful, genuinely satisfied smirk from the rear couch.

"The... the auctioneer is presenting the item," Min-jae muttered flatly, his voice dropping into a low, thoroughly flustered baritone. "Look at the stage."

Down below, an old elder of the Solar Fire Clan holding a golden scepter stepped onto the center platform. With a sharp tap, he unsealed a heavy, leather-bound scroll pulsing with an immense, dark-gold law-light—The Unsealed Void-Resonance Scroll, a long-lost secret technique book capable of multiplying an immortal’s internal channel capacity.

"The starting bid is ten high-tier law-stones!" the old auctioneer shouted loudly.

"Twenty law-stones!" an old Grand Elder of the Solar Fire Clan in the front row yelled immediately, looking incredibly arrogant with his ruby scepter. "No lower-plane trash should bother raising a finger! This ancestral script belongs entirely to our palace!"

Min-jae didn’t lift his voice. He simply focused his thoughts, calling out to his cultivation interface to scan the object.

[Sovereign Cultivation Interface Active!]

[Target Isolated: The Void-Resonance Scroll (Ancient Secret Manual).]

[Scanning Logic Flaws... 100% Success!]

[Hidden Fact: The scroll on the stage is a complete fake copy made by the Solar Fire Clan to drain the market’s capital! The real, authentic secret book is hidden inside the old auctioneer’s own left spatial sleeve!]

Min-jae’s eyes narrowed into a cold, predatory focus. He looked back toward Han Chae-won and Liu Xiao.

"Don’t waste a single fission stone on the stage," Min-jae said smoothly, his voice full of quiet confidence that instantly calmed the harem’s bickering. "The scroll they are bidding on is a fake. The real manual is inside the auctioneer’s left sleeve. Xiao, use a tiny thread of your nature roots. Slide it through the jade floorboards and swap the real scroll with a blank parchment copy from our inventory while everyone is screaming about the prices."

Liu Xiao smiled beautifully, her exotic emerald eyes sparkling with an absolute, fanatical adoration as her green-and-white silk hanfu billowed softly. "For my husband? It’s too easy."

She sat up straight on her cushion, closing her eyes as a microscopic, glowing green nature root slowly slipped out from beneath her dress, sinking straight into the floorboards without making a single sound. Down below, the Solar Fire Clan was cheering loudly as the fake bid reached forty law-stones. While the entire crowd was distracted by the huge price, Xiao’s tiny root reached the stage, smoothly sliding into the old auctioneer’s sleeve, swapping the authentic scroll, and traveling straight back up into the private box, dropping the heavy, glowing dark-gold manual directly into Min-jae’s open palm.

Min-jae closed his hand around the real relic, a dark, satisfied grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. "Got it."

The ten queens looked at the ancient manual in his hand and then looked up into his face with absolute, breathless pride and love. They didn’t just see a powerful Half-God warrior; they saw a master who could out-smart the highest clans of the Void Sea without even standing up from his couch.

"You’re completely amazing, Honey," Yoo Ji-a whispered breathlessly, her face flushing bright red as she suddenly leaned in and quickly kissed his right cheek.

"Hey! That’s a total foul!" Medusa and Han Seo-yoon yelled at the same time, their faces turning completely red with jealousy as they aggressively tried to push themselves even closer to his flanks, their long silk gowns tangling beautifully as they all tried to grab his arms. Min-jae sat perfectly trapped, his face burning completely crimson under their frantic affection.

Later that evening, the heavy wooden doors of their private luxury suite inside the Vault-Carrier glided shut, sealing out the noisy market plaza . Min-jae sat on the edge of the large wooden bed, his body carrying a trace of physical exhaustion from his Level 72 breakthrough. He was just about to open the unsealed manual to integrate its metrics into their dual loop when a sudden, microscopic scraping sound came from the darkness of the ceiling ventilation struts.

Min-jae didn’t move.

[Sovereign Cultivation Interface Alert!]

[Warning: A High-Tier Void Assassin (Level 72 Half-God Realm) has bypassed the outer wards!]

[Target Intention: Executing a ’Sovereign Soul-Piercing Strike’ using a poisoned dark-iron dagger to delete your life bar while your defenses are down!]

[System Response: Your passive ’Vajra Retribution’ loop has automatically calibrated the trajectory!]

Materializing directly out of the spatial shadows behind Min-jae’s blind spot was a high-tier stealth assassin from the Solar Fire Clan, his face a completely blank mask of black mist as he brought a poisoned, dark-iron dagger straight down toward Min-jae’s unprotected neck. The strike bypassed all physical roots, designed to rot a cultivator’s soul core in less than a fraction of a millisecond.

But the moment the razor-sharp edge made direct physical contact with his skin, trying to pierce his chest plate, his un-blockable passive, Vajra Retribution, fired off its 250% True Damage solar amplification loop at supersonic velocity.

[Warning! Received 20,000,000 points of High-Tier Soul-Piercing and Poison Damage from Void Assassin.]

[sss-rank Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated. Health Pool: 100/100.]

[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]

[Reflecting 50,000,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]

A catastrophic, blinding white-hot counter-blast of pure primordial solar fire violently erupted from Min-jae’s skin like an absolute cosmic supernova, turning the entire bedroom interior into a burning inferno of white fire. The 50,000,000 points of True Damage traveled instantly in reverse along the dagger blade, treating the high-tier assassin’s void-scale armor and half-god shields like thin, dry paper.

The elite assassin didn’t even have time to utter a single gasp. The moment the solar reflection loop touched his black mist, the 50-million damage backlash forcefully vaporized his entire nine-foot frame from the universal ledger, turning him into a clean cloud of white experience particles and a massive pile of system gold coins right on the rug.

The cowardly retaliation ambush had been completely, flawlessly dismantled into dead data pixels without scratching a single window of the palace suite.

Min-jae casually kicked a gold coin away from his boot, his hands sliding naturally back into his trouser pockets as his level needle clicked forward from the massive shared Exp dump. He turned his face back toward his ten gorgeous wives who had rushed into the bedroom with their weapons drawn, their eyes wide with an absolute, fanatical pride and love as they saw him standing there perfectly healthy, the room completely clean.

"The ambush clutter is finished," Min-jae murmured smoothly, a cold, predatory grin slowly spreading across his handsome face as Yoo Ji-a and Medusa aggressively threw their soft, heavy curves right back against his flanks in a wave of frantic, jealous relief. "Pack the bags, Ye-rin. The Solar Fire Clan has run out of variables. Tomorrow at dawn, we sail the vault-carrier straight into their central core palace ."

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