Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Broken Sword Body

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  "Forty thousand taels!"

  The fierce warrior directly added five thousand taels of gold, it can be seen that he must get this Qingyuan Palm Secret Book.

  "Damn it, I only have 38,000 taels of silver, still short of 2,000 taels. Who can lend me some? I'll repay double in the future." Someone asked a martial artist beside him to borrow some silver.

  "We don't care about two thousand taels of gold, but what if we encounter good quality goods later and our own gold is not enough? So I'm afraid it's hard to comply."

  "What you said is right, small auctions are held every six months. If you miss this one, you'll have to wait another six months, how can we borrow!"

  At this time, no martial artist was willing to lend silver, after all, their entire family's assets were only around 50,000 taels of gold, and lacking a few taels would mean losing a bit of grip, lending silver to others was extremely unwise.

  In the end, Qingyuan's secret manual fell into the hands of a ruthless martial artist for 40,000 taels of gold.

  "The second item, three sets of lower-grade spirit stones, each set containing one hundred pieces, will be auctioned separately. The starting price for each set is twenty thousand two gold, and the minimum increase in bidding shall not be less than one thousand two."

  The golden wooden tray was brought up, and the old man in yellow robes lifted the silk cloth with a loud voice.

  "What? An auction for low-grade spirit stones? I haven't used those in a long time. This time, I must definitely bid on a set."

  "With this low-grade spirit stone, I might be able to advance to the later stage of the Condensed Reality realm in a short period of time, it's priceless!"

  "One hundred pieces of low-grade spirit stones will be enough for me to use for over a year."

  The scene below was chaotic, with martial artists from various sects and schools going crazy. Each of them breathed rapidly, their eyes turning red as they stared at the low-grade spiritual stone on the auction stage, wishing they could rush up and snatch it away immediately.

  "Twenty-two thousand taels of gold!"

  "Twenty-five thousand taels!"

  "Twenty-eight thousand taels!"

  "Thirty thousand taels!"

  The bidding price of the first group of inferior Ling stones rose sharply, and the yellow-robed old man standing on the stage had a smile on his face. The higher the bidding price of the auction item, the more stable his position, and the more salary he would get.

  Before long, the first batch of inferior-grade spirit stones was bought by a martial artist with an extremely ugly appearance for 35,000 taels of gold.

  The bidding for the second set of low-grade spirit stones began.

  Perhaps due to the lack of a group, some warriors who were in a state of observation could not help but resolutely join the bidding, causing the price of the second batch of low-grade spirit stones to quickly exceed that of the first batch, reaching 38,000 taels of gold, and was bought by a middle-aged warrior.

  When it came to the third group, the scene was thoroughly fiery. The warriors who had not previously photographed the low-grade spirit stones disregarded everything and invested all their property, vowing to photograph the last group of low-grade spirit stones.

  In the private room.

  Ye Chen was equally shocked, he had thought that the price of a low-grade spirit stone could reach 250 taels of gold would be enough, and did not expect it to be nearly 400 taels. Wasn't that saying, the over 10,000 pieces of low-grade spirit stones in his storage ring were worth 4 million taels of gold?!

  "40,000 taels of gold once, 40,000 taels of gold twice, 40,000 taels of gold thrice, sold! Congratulations to this warrior." The third set of low-grade spirit stones' auction came to a close. The old man in yellow robes let out a sigh of relief. It seems that the low-grade spirit stones are quite popular! Unfortunately, the minimum bidding price for the northwest auction house is 20,000 taels of gold. Otherwise, it would be possible to split them into groups of ten, and those warriors who can't afford it will definitely go all out to compete, even if they have to spend 500 taels of gold per piece without hesitation.

  After the three sets of lower-grade spirit stones were delivered to the buyer, the old man in yellow cleared his throat and said loudly: "Next is the third item, an ancient half sword body."

  Whoosh!

  The silk was lifted, revealing the upper half of the sword's body to everyone. Perhaps it was too damaged and ancient, but under the crystal light, the sword's body remained dull and unremarkable.

  "What the heck, what kind of ghost is this, what thing."

  "A broken sword is worthless, even if it was originally a mid-grade treasure. Who would bid on it?"

  "Take a look! Maybe there's something mysterious inside."

  Everyone couldn't see what was going on and looked at the old man in yellow clothes, wanting to hear his introduction.

  The old man in yellow had long been prepared, stretched out his hand to pick up the half sword body, and said: "After being appraised by the appraisal expert of this auction house, the history of this half sword body has reached 500 years. In other words, this is an antique with a history of 500 years. Moreover, it was likely a top-grade treasure sword 500 years ago, but for some reason, it was struck and broken, losing its spiritual energy."

  "A 500-year-old antique, a top-grade treasured sword!"

  "What a pity! If it were intact, some of the overlords from Tianfeng Country and even Nan Zhong Domain would have come to fight for it."

  "What's the point of buying back a broken and worn-out top-grade sword that has lost its spiritual energy?"

  "Maybe some antique collectors will go bid, anyway it's none of our business!"

  "Alright, let's just be bystanders and watch! Look at this broken thing."

  Upon hearing the remarks from below, the old man in yellow robes couldn't help but smile wryly. This half-length sword indeed had no practical use and was only left with a 500-year-old reputation. He hoped to get a good price for it. Of course, if he couldn't sell it, there was nothing he could do about it. The first two rounds of hype had already been done, and now it was just a matter of life or death depending on what came next.

  "Is this the other half of the Broken Sword?" In the private room, Ye Chen's eyes shone with a sharp light, staring unblinkingly at the half sword body on the stone auction stage.

  This half of the sword body is also dull and lightless, with a width consistent with the broken sword he bought at Jiuding Pavilion. Even the fracture point is almost identical, only missing a piece in the middle. It's no surprise that the two were once one entity, separated by various reasons.

  "The auction is now starting, the starting price is 20,000 taels of gold, and each bid increase must not be less than 1,000 taels." The old man in yellow clothes looked around and took a deep breath before shouting loudly.

  It was quiet for a moment.

  "I bid 21,000!" The speaker was a man in his seventies, with grey and white whiskers, wearing a traditional black long gown.

  Someone recognized the old man's identity, he was a well-known antique collector in Worry-Free City, who liked to buy some strange and weird things to put at home for his own appreciation, but refused to let others see them, not even his family members, and was called Old Antique.

  In the private room, Ye Chen didn't rush to make an offer. He had to hold his breath and not act rashly, otherwise, if he launched a fierce attack from the start, it would easily arouse others' suspicion.

  The scene was quiet, with no one bidding.

  The old man in yellow knew it was time to liven up the atmosphere, "Twenty-one thousand two hundred gold coins, is there anyone who can offer a higher price? Don't forget, this half sword body may be a fragment of a top-grade treasure sword. Even if its spiritual energy has been lost, it's possible that something useful can be discovered within it. Moreover, it has a history of five hundred years, truly worthy of being called ancient!"

  The scene remained quiet.

  "Twenty thousand two thousand two!"

  "Good, someone has raised the price, with a discerning eye. Who else will raise it? An opportunity like this won't come again." The old man in yellow clothes exclaimed excitedly.

  "Thirty thousand taels." This time it was not the old collector who named the price, but Ouyang Ming from the third private room next door.

  Tang Man Lou asked in puzzlement: "Ou Yang brother, is this half of a sword blade very important?"

  Ouyang Ming said lightly: "Nothing, buying it back for collection is also good, anyway this little money doesn't matter."