Chapter 32: One Sword Worth Ten Million (Second Update)

  The whole field was silent, as silent as death!

  Everyone in the hall stared at the sword rolling on the ground in shock, their faces filled with astonishment. A moment later, a collective gasp swept through the hall like an autumn gust, and then everyone's gaze slowly shifted away, falling on Ye Chen's still calm face.

  Ye Chen's eyes also flashed a hint of surprise, which was immediately covered up again. He slightly shrugged his shoulders and said to Liu Mei, "I won't compensate you for the Flying Snow Sword!"

  A dull voice echoed through the hall, and almost everyone's eyes fell on the sword in the old man's hand once again, without concealing their greedy color.

  "How is this possible, the Floating Sword has actually broken!" The beautiful face with willow eyebrows turned deathly pale, the previous mocking expression at the corner of her mouth now intertwined with her current stunned look.

  The sword of a strong warrior in the realm of Qi Wu was extraordinary to begin with, and after being refined by the Vermilion Bird's fire from the Fire Qilin, it became even more extraordinary.

  Even the top sword can't withstand a single slash, at this moment, Ye Chen's heart is actually a little regretful. Now he has no handy sword in his hand, and he smiles slightly bitterly. If he wants to get resources and strive for his children to come out, he must sell this sword. The reason why you can't dress up as a wolf if you don't give up your child, Ye Chen still knows.

  Fortunately, there was still a sword in the Ye Manor. Thinking of this, Ye Chen's mouth corner involuntarily flowed out a hint of a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said to the old man in a light tone: "Master, I don't know how my sword compares to that so-called Floating Silk Sword, I wonder if it can be mentioned in the same breath as the Floating Silk Sword!"

  The old man smiled wryly, although he had been immersed in swordsmanship for decades, he never thought that today he would also misjudge.

  The old man's grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, and he shook his head gloomily before saying in a gentle tone, "The Floating Cloud Sword can't compare to this Willow Rest Sword!"

  His indifferent gaze fell upon the Huxiu sword, and in an instant, that indifference was overwhelmed by fervor. The allure of a top-grade sword to a martial artist is lethal, and the old man was no exception. Having immersed himself in swords for decades, today was still his first time seeing such a sword. Its exterior was not resplendent, but it was exceptionally sharp.

  "This sword is more than just a little bit better than the Floating Cloud Sword, I'm afraid its quality has already reached the level of a top-grade spiritual sword!"

  The old man took a deep breath and tried to maintain a calm tone, but his voice still had a few uncontrollable trembles.

  The swordsmanship of the Qi Wu level is divided into three streams and nine ranks, and the swords are also divided into three streams and nine ranks. They are ordinary swords, top-level swords, Qi Wu swords, Hun Wu swords, and Ling Wu swords. As the name suggests, Qi Wu swords are those held by strong practitioners in the Qi Wu realm, which have already possessed a certain spirituality.

  The originally quiet hall was now even more silent than a cemetery.

  Heavy breathing sounds arose, immediately followed by a burst of gulps like spring bamboo shoots after rain.

  The strongest in Luoxia City is probably only a strong Qi Wu Realm cultivator, but there are still some Qi Wu Realm strong cultivators who do not have a Qi Wu Sword!

  It can be seen that the rarity of Qiwu Jianqi, in hundreds of years, the number of times Qiwu Jianqi was auctioned in Luoxia City can be counted on one's fingers, and each time it was sold at a sky-high price.

  Her eyes slightly raised, Ye Chen's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, and the fiery gazes of the crowd naturally fell on Ye Chen's eyes. With a faint smile, Ye Chen said lightly: "Since this sword has reached the quality of a Qi Wu sword, I wonder if the Sword Pavilion wants to take it in?"

  His throat trembled, the old man's gaze struggled to move away from the Huxiu sword, looking at Ye Chen who was smiling all over his face, and asked in a trembling voice: "You really want to sell this sword?"

  "If I don't sell this sword to the Sword Pavilion, what's the point!?" Ye Chen slightly shrugged his shoulders and immediately changed his tone, calmly saying: "Ordinary swords usually have a price but no market! I hope Master won't cheat this young kid, randomly quoting a price! Otherwise, I can only find another sword pavilion!"

  A calm voice caused a stir around him, he actually wanted to sell this air sword!

  A murmur of discontent arose, with many people secretly cursing Ye Chen for being a spendthrift, but at the same time they all hoped that Ye Chen could sell this sword.

  "Little friend, this sword is probably from one of the Ye family's ancestors! Did you get permission to sell it?" The old man suppressed his excitement and tried to maintain a calm tone, although he wanted to buy the sword immediately, but he had to consider the Ye family's feelings.

  After all, Ye Chen, a son of the Ye family who was not valued, actually possessed a Qi Wu sword, which was unbelievable.

  "Don't fall for it!" A hint of a smile flashed in Ye Chen's dark eyes, the old man was trying to probe the origin of this sword, and Ye Chen would not let him succeed.

  The old man's face turned slightly red, he turned sideways and his gaze slowly fell on the willow eyebrows, and he couldn't help but say in a soft voice: "I don't know what opinion the young lady has!"

  Liu Mei's eyebrows furrowed, and she quickly recovered from her stunned state. Her eyes, filled with complex emotions, gazed at Ye Chen. The boy who had been worthless in her eyes just a few days ago was now holding an astonishing air sword, the value of which Liu Mei, as the daughter of the Liu family's master, naturally knew all too well.

  With a sigh, her slender eyebrows slightly nodded, perhaps relying on obtaining a handle of Qi Wu sword for the family.

  Thanks to her efforts, those elders were able to agree to cancel the engagement with the Ye family.

  The old man fell silent for a moment after getting Liu Mei's response, then opened his mouth and said: "This sword, I bought it from Jian Qi Ge for 500,000 gold coins!"

  His eyebrows slightly furrowed, the old man's quoted price was obviously not low, but far from reaching Ye Chen's expected standard. According to some information, Ye Chen also knew that the usual price of a Qi Wu sword was around 500,000, however this Qi Wu sword had been tempered by the Zhu Que fire.

  "Damn it, the sword I've been cultivating with all my might is only worth 500,000 gold coins!" Huo Qilin was extremely dissatisfied with the price quoted by the old man. In Ye Chen's mind, he kept roaring, which made Ye Chen suffer. He rubbed his forehead helplessly and slightly curled up the corner of his mouth: "Master, you really think I'm young and ignorant, 500,000 gold coins is far from enough!"

  The old man's figure paused, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face. He had originally thought that Ye Chen was just a young man who had just come out of the woods, but unexpectedly, he was seen through with one glance. Embarrassed, he smiled and said: "Fifty million gold coins is an old price from several years ago. Hmm, I'll offer sixty million from the Sword Pavilion, what do you think, little friend?"

  The entire audience gasped in unison, sixty million gold coins, that's the total wealth of an ordinary family.

  But unexpectedly, Ye Chen slowly shook his head, and then Ye Chen's figure suddenly burst out, his right hand quickly grabbed the Huliu sword from the old man's hand, a faint smile on his face, and a look of astonishment swept across the scene. A surge of true energy poured into the dark hilt of the sword, and a blindingly bright light burst forth.

  Suddenly, a clear and crisp sword hum sounded, endless sharp sword energy slowly surrounded the sword body, the sword energy constantly rubbed against the air to produce a loud explosive sound.

  The hall was quiet for a moment, then suddenly became noisy again, with waves of discussion sounds rising.

  "Heavens! It's actually able to imbue true energy into attacks, this is rarely seen in sword-type equipment!"

  "When it's hard to see, lean on this sword! I'll take it for 700,000 gold coins!"

  "Get out! You think 700,000 is enough to buy this sword? I'll give you 750,000 gold coins!"

  "Eight hundred thousand gold coins!"

  "Eight hundred and ten thousand gold coins, I'll take them!"

  As the price continued to rise, Ye Chen was shocked and could only let out a sigh of amazement. It seemed that the allure of a sword to a warrior was indeed fatal. Those nobles from before were now like vendors in a market, shouting at the top of their lungs.

  The corners of his mouth were slightly smiling, and Ye Chen looked at Liu Mei's gloomy face and the old man with a pleased expression.

  Only through competition can one gain the greatest benefits, and Ye Chen naturally understood this principle. He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, deliberately ignoring the two of them, and comfortably gazed at those flushed and flustered nobles, thinking to himself with a mischievous grin: if he were to take out that nun's crazy fruit right now, who knows how these people would react.

  "The Liujia Sword Pavilion offers a price of one million!" The old man finally couldn't help but shout out as he listened to the continuously increasing prices.

  A faint hint of true energy mixed in his voice, immediately overpowering the surrounding sounds. Everyone was taken aback for a moment before continuing to shout, instantly drowning out the old man's voice.