"A third of the street? Never mind, no need to worry too much." Qin Fen smiled, closing the data page for the Qitian Pagoda: "He still has two-thirds of that street to fight for. The remaining sects will feel threatened and likely band together to resist, right? It's the Qitian Pagoda itself that needs to be careful, lest they capsize at the crucial moment of their ascent to dominance."

Qin Fen then opened several other hot topics about himself, meticulously analyzing the video footage of other battles. Post-mortem reflection was one of the most necessary aspects of improvement.

After browsing all the threads, Qin Fen closed the posts on the Sky Battle Net. He used a search engine to find the official website of the Flying Heart Girls' Band.

Though not as explosively popular as the Sky Battle Net, this site still boasted a significant following.

Especially since they had just finished a concert, many people were excitedly posting their thoughts in the forums.

Qin Fen casually registered an ID and quickly posted the announcement about selling autographs.

For Sale: Jointly signed items from Yaxin and Yafei. Limited quantity. Highest bidder takes all.

In less than sixty seconds after the post appeared on the forum page, it had already turned into a trending topic.

Two minutes later, the post was set to a sticky, top-pinned status.

Clicking into the post, Qin Fen stared at the replies, instantly sensing a boundless wave of resentment pouring out from between the lines.

"Get out! Scram from here! Don't use our Flying Heart as a cash cow!" "Are you even human? You're willing to sell Flying Heart's autographs?"

"Don't trust him, everyone! This person must be a scammer! You all should know how hard it is to get a Flying Heart autograph."

"Selling Flying Heart autographs? Your greed is comparable to the Thirty-Six Hours."

Qin Fen paused when he saw the ID name he had used on the Battle Net; it seemed the poster was also a Battle Net enthusiast.

In just a few short minutes, thousands of curses rained down upon him. Qin Fen seriously wondered if, facing these people in reality, he would be drowned to death by their verbal saliva alone.

While the forum posts were erupting in furious condemnation, his mailbox was simultaneously buzzing with message notifications every second.

The messages in his inbox were no fewer than the replies on the forum. While a small minority directly sent messages spewing abuse, the vast majority secretly sent inquiries about the price.

What left Qin Fen truly speechless was that many people who adopted righteous and indignant stances in their public replies showed utterly affectionate attitudes in their private messages.

"Brother! I'm a huge Flying Heart fan too. How much are you selling for?"

"Buddy, ignore those posts. I actually support you. Sell me one of those autographs."

"Sister, I feel terrible for you! You're bringing benefits to everyone, and they call you shameless. Little sister here supports you. How are you selling the autograph?"

The myriad of varied text messages all conveyed the same underlying sentiment: I am not one of those people replying on the forum; we are on the same team.

Qin Fen laughed wryly at the screen. The autographs in his hand were quite limited. He could only imagine the outrage of those who were currently trying to curry favor, only to fail to secure an autograph in the end.

"Huh? Selling something?" Zhang Xiangyang leaned over Qin Fen's shoulder, looking at the text messages with interest, and casually asked, "How are you planning to move them?"

"Super Taobao Net," Qin Fen's fingers flew across the keyboard as he rapidly opened a new webpage. "Direct auction."

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Xiangyang stroked his chin, though his expression was far from impressed. "My friend, if you do that, you're asking for a real-life PK brawl. I can foresee that if people come looking for you for a real-life PK later, there won't be eight million, but ten million people."

"That serious?" Qin Fen hadn't entirely anticipated such a reaction. "Can it drive people to this level of frenzy?"

Zhang Xiangyang stretched languidly. "That's because you yourself aren't a fan. In this world, some people worship power. Some worship strength, and others worship money. Similarly, some worship music. The sound of the Flying Heart Girls' Band can shake the soul; it's not strange that they command adoration. Any faith can breed extreme madness."

Qin ফেন slowly nodded. The high-pitched music emanating from those two petite girls' bodies could truly shake the soul. Never before had a heavy metal rock band sounded so instantly intoxicating, making one's blood surge and become frenzied upon hearing it.

For soul musicians like them to inspire faith and worship was not entirely miraculous.

Qin Fen began to feel troubled. After challenging fourteen sects in a single day, he was already struggling to stand steadily. Having to face challengers from all corners of the world and other planets—Qin Fen immediately felt a chill; that would be a nightmare.

Looking at the autographs in his hand, which could fetch a significant sum of money, Qin Fen had an even bigger headache. It turned out that selling them was far more difficult than obtaining them.

"Cough... cough..."

Zhang Xiangyang gave a perfunctory cough, offering a reminder.

Qin Fen looked at Zhang Xiangyang with keen interest. Based on psychological analysis, this man wouldn't have brought up these points without a reason.

"Do you have a way?"

"It's not like there's no way." Zhang Xiangyang’s hands danced over the keyboard like a piano performance. "There's something in this world called the black market. In this black market, if you have the capability, you could even sell the head of the Federal President."

"Is that so?" Qin Fen lightly shook the autograph book in his hand. "Although the autographs of the Flying Heart Girls' Band have value, they probably don't qualify for the black market, do they?"

"Of course not." Zhang Xiangyang opened a webpage with a black background and quickly entered his account name and password. "However, the capabilities of the black market are much greater than you imagine. For instance, there exists a profession here called 'Agents.' They won't ask who you are, nor will they care what you are selling; they will use their special channels to sell whatever you need."

Qin Fen's eyes gradually lit up. He had only heard of the existence of a black market before, never imagining that it was now completely digitized.

Zhang Xiangyang pointed to a corner of the screen where a small figure in black clothing stood, with a large character '1' written on its chest.

"See that? It's a pity my clearance is too low; I'm only a Level One member, so my permissions are very limited. The Agents I can contact are only newbies like me, so the price probably won't be very high."

"Can you find an Agent who can organize an auction similar to what I need?" Qin Fen casually flipped through the thirty-plus autographs. "I feel like I'd be losing money just setting a price for these autographs. It would be great if a small-scale auction could be held."

"OK! No problem." Zhang Xiangyang snapped his fingers. "Any Agent here must have the ability to organize small, safe, and discreet auctions, or they wouldn't qualify. But, holding an auction for a few dozen autographs... I suspect even the black market Agents will be surprised."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiangyang's hands continued their 'piano' performance on the keyboard, rapidly inputting message after message.

Soon, a reply came back.

"Too few items, value too low, insufficient for a commission."

Zhang Xiangyang grimaced, looking apologetic. "It seems difficult. There are rules here."

"What if I add these?" Unable to do anything else, Qin Fen took out the few dozen signed T-shirts he had as well. "This is everything. If this still doesn't work, I'll figure something out myself."

"Let me try one more time." Zhang Xiangyang sent the message out again.

The reply that followed brought a hint of a smile to Qin Fen's face.

"Barely qualifies for a commission. Commission accepted: fifty percent." Zhang Xiangyang sighed. "Here, the higher your value, the lower the commission tends to be. A fifty percent commission—that's the first time I've ever heard of it. Are you sure you want to proceed with the commission?"

Clenching the T-shirts tightly in his hand, Qin Fen slowly nodded. "What's sold is money; what's held in hand is nothing."

"Good! Decisive!" Zhang Xiangyang quickly replied and soon received another response.

"Go to the official website and post a notice: Only thirty-five autographs available. Super Taobao Net URL is in the post."

Using Super Taobao Net? Qin Fen’s smile became even weaker. It was truly easy for those with connections to make money these days.

Ordinary people using Super Taobao Net could easily have their seller information traced. For someone with connections, auctioning in the same location would yield completely different results.

Qin Fen posted another thread, casually using his high-resolution camera—over three million pixels—to photograph the signatures in the book, transmitting the photos to the Agent via the black market website. Once everything was ready, Qin Fen's new post exploded again, with the number of people posting this time being countless times greater than the last time.

"Don't buy anything! We cannot let him insult our idols like this!"

"Exactly! Nobody buy anything! Make him lose money!"

"I agree, nobody buy it..."

Many of the IDs making these public statements of boycott were somewhat familiar to Qin Fen. With a brief thought, he realized they were the same people who had privately messaged him to inquire about prices.

"These people..." Qin Fen genuinely didn't know what to say about them—inciting others to boycott while secretly going to bid and purchase.

Qin Fen entered the auction interface. The autograph, which he had initially set with a low price of one Yuan, had already soared to one hundred in the blink of an eye, and the ascent showed no sign of stopping.

This outcome forced Qin Fen to sigh deeply; there truly were many wealthy people in this world. It was just a single autograph, was it necessary?

Different people held different values. Qin Fen watched the price climb from one hundred to two hundred Yuan in less than fifty seconds. His speed in refreshing the webpage was slower than the rate at which the price was increasing.

One thousand US dollars!

The autographs were being auctioned separately. Qin Fen stared at the thirty-plus auction pages, and when he suddenly saw one person throw down a direct bid of one thousand US dollars, he was stunned into silence, much like how others stared at him during his fights on the Sky Battle Net.