Chapter Eighty-Seven: Fifty Thousand Points

  It's been just over a dozen days since we last met, and Flower Moon's little face has undergone a huge change!

  She seemed to be in low spirits, propping her chin up with one hand, facing the noisy auction scene. Most people would have two reactions, either feeling excited, flushing their face and fully engaging, or feeling annoyed, constantly sighing and wanting it all to end soon.

  But Huā Yìng Yuè was clearly distracted, as if her mind had already left the heated auction scene, and the blankness in her eyes suggested that she wasn't actually thinking about anything.

  What's even more ominous is the faint dark aura on Huaying Yue's face. Without a doubt, death is approaching her at an extremely fast speed.

  "How could this be?" Su Dong sighed and thought in his heart.

  Su Dong was so absorbed in his thoughts that if Li Yunqian hadn't reminded him, he would have almost missed the auction of his own short sword.

  Standing behind the auction stage, Su Dong couldn't see the auctioneer's face clearly, but from his trembling voice, it wasn't hard to judge that he was very excited at this moment.

  "Finally, the time has come! Christie's auction house has prepared a very special item for everyone, take a look!"

  The auctioneer finished speaking, pointing to the side of the auction platform. The spotlight shone down accurately, shining directly on Su Dong's short sword. A movable square table carrying the sword slowly moved from the corner to the center of the auction platform.

  "It's just a broken sword, we have tens of thousands of these at home." A young voice responded impatiently, followed by a burst of laughter.

  The auctioneer smiled slightly and said, "Everyone present is qualified to go to the Divine Martial Battlefield for trial. Which one isn't a proud son of heaven? However, this short sword may not be in your family's possession because it possesses super-system spiritual power!"

  *sigh*

  The auctioneer's simple sentence quieted the scene, followed by a series of surprises and doubts, even the lackluster Huā Yìng Yuè was energized.

  "Unlikely? This short sword doesn't seem to be of a high level, unless the casting masters are bored out of their minds, why would they create a low-level yet super spiritual power short sword?"

  "It makes sense, the casting masters wouldn't be so bored."

  Facing these voices, Su Dong was also helpless.

  Normally, master craftsmen would not forge low-grade super-spiritual power blades because super-spiritual power requires at least four geniuses with multiple casting abilities to come together.

  Genius craftsmen are mostly arrogant, and it's not easy to get them together. Gathering such a group of geniuses only to forge Lingwu-level blades is clearly not worth it.

  Ke Su Dong was different, he had full-system spiritual power, no matter when or what kind of spiritual tool he forged, it would always be a full-system one, even if he wanted to forge a single-system spiritual tool, he couldn't do it.

  The auctioneer smiled and stretched out his hand, indicating for everyone to quiet down, saying: "Why the master craftsmen would forge this transcendent-grade super sword, I'm not clear, but this super transcendent sword is right here, that's what's most important."

  "It is well-known that the more types of spiritual power contained in a spiritual soldier's equipment, the stronger their attack will be. Even if it is a single spiritual power warrior using it, they will still gain some additional attribute attacks during an offensive."

  "You are all elites among elites, and you should understand that even a slight increase in combat power means a breakthrough at the extreme limit! In battle, even the smallest gap can make a huge difference, it's a matter of life and death!"

  The auctioneer's excitement was infectious, and soon the young men and women were also breathing heavily.

  It is rare and precious to have a transcendent spirit blade, because it has a slightly stronger attack power than the same level of sword, not much stronger, about 5% or so.

  Don't look at this small 5%, it means extreme and peak!

  It's like an exam, full marks are one hundred. If someone gets 101, they will surpass all those who got 100! Leaving all those who have done their best far behind!

  Of course, having a super system spirit soldier does not necessarily mean that one can win, because battles have always been complex things, including many unpredictable factors.

  But no one can deny that a warrior with a transcendent spiritual soldier has a slightly higher probability of winning.

  The atmosphere had already been brewing for a while, and the auctioneer shouted loudly: "Now this short sword being auctioned belongs to the Lingwu Initial Stage, with super-spiritual power! After our Kris Auction House's inspection, this short sword has at least twelve layers of spiritual power!"

  "Not bad, I used at least this word, because our auction house's machinery can only detect the twelve most widely applied spiritual powers, and this spiritual sword has already exceeded the detection limit of the machinery! How many heavy spiritual powers it is, is a mystery to our auction house!"

  Whoosh!

  This remark pushed the atmosphere of the auction to a climax, and this unassuming short sword actually possessed more than twelvefold spiritual power!?! This was also too unbelievable!

  It is said that there are divine swords with more than twelvefold spiritual power, but those are divine artifacts, who can see them?

  Now a Spirit Sword of over twelvefold spiritual power is right before their eyes, how can these young warriors not be excited!

  They are all still young, and their cultivation is generally not too high. The Lingwu Initial Stage's Bingjian is not the strongest, but it is the most suitable for them to use at this age!

  "This sword is mine! None of you will take it from me!" a tall and sturdy young man stood up and shouted loudly.

  "Alright, auctions naturally go to the highest bidder, what makes you think it should be yours?!"

  Young people are mostly impulsive, and the auction scene suddenly became fiery. The auctioneer saw that the situation was somewhat out of control and hastily said: "The auction is now starting! This mysterious super-grade short sword, the starting price is 1,000 points of Lingwu Battlefield's credits! Each bid increase must not be less than 100 points, who is willing to pay 1,000 points for this mysterious super-grade short sword!? Who!?

  The fat man who was just loudly shouting to buy the spiritual soldier suddenly looked very ugly when he heard it was an integral auction, and shouted: "I don't have that many points, can I use gold instead?"

  The auctioneer smiled and said: "Sorry, the owner of this short sword has already instructed that only points are accepted, no gold or silver treasures!"

  "Cut! What's the point of gold and silver treasures? Our family has long been a disaster, no points can go play eggs! One thousand points, I'm out!" A thin warrior stood up and shouted loudly, holding his number plate high.

  That loud-mouthed fatty's face turned red with shame. He had forgotten that this was the Divine Martial Battlefield! No one here lacked money!

  As soon as they heard it was an auction for points, many people immediately lost interest. After all, no matter how much money one has at home, it can't be exchanged for the points from the Divine Martial Battlefield. Every single point is earned by warriors with their own strength!

  "Two thousand!"

  "Three thousand!"

  The bidding is going on fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, it has been raised to 5,000 points!

  Hua Yingyue was eager to try at first, but when she heard the price had already reached such a high level, it completely exceeded her ability, so she could only shake her head and sigh.

  After all, Huā Yìng Yuè never practiced martial arts and didn't have any points. She was here just doing some investigative work, which was her hobby.

  More than half of the people stood up excitedly and pushed the price all the way up.

  "I bid 8,000!" A bald-headed warrior raised the sign in his hand and said in a deep voice.

  The person next to him turned his head and shouted strangely: "Dead bald head! Your level is so high, what do you want a Lingwu primary-level sword for?"

  He calmly said: "I have two younger brothers."

  Everyone was speechless at once. Most of the people present were from prestigious families, and even if they themselves didn't like it, it would still be a great gift for their brothers and sisters.

  At least twelve layers of spiritual power on this sword! Although it's a primary stage spirit martial arts, it has the highest attacking power among all primary stage spirit martial arts swords! None can compare!

  "Ten thousand!"

  "Twelve thousand!"

  "Fifteen thousand!"

  "Twenty thousand!"

  The price reached a crazy 20,000. The warrior who made the bid was slightly older in age and had a lot of style. He liked to rub a black ring on his right hand with his left hand.

  He seems to have a good reputation among the warriors participating in the auction, although his bid is very aggressive and doesn't like to leave room for others, yet no one complains about him.

  "I'll bet 30,000!" a voice drawled out.

  Added 10,000 points all of a sudden! What a big handwriting!

  Everyone rushed to see, only to find that it was Nian Fuguang, the unmarried husband rumored by Xiao La Jiao's piano sound. Next to him sat a woman dressed in a seductive manner, with Nian Fuguang's chubby hands reaching into her bosom and caressing her.

  "Are you young? If this thing is to be given to Miss Qin, then I won't compete with you for it. Consider it a wedding gift for the two of you in advance." The slightly older warrior said with great elegance.

  Nian Fu Guang raised an eyebrow and said with a smirk, "Qin Yin is my wife, what's the logic in giving expensive gifts to one's wife? Good things are naturally meant for mistresses."

  After that, Nian Fuling deliberately hugged the little demon beside him even tighter, and the girl let out a string of **laughs.

  Everyone present sighed. Nian Fuliang was notorious for being a bad young man, and Xia La Jiao marrying him was considered a waste.

  That elegant warrior slightly shook his head and sat down, presumably unwilling to quarrel with Nian Fuguang. Some sighs could be heard from the scene. Nian Fuguang's notorious reputation was well-known, but after all, his family background was too powerful, and no one wanted to make an enemy of him over a small matter.

  Just as Nian Fuguang was feeling proud of himself, a soft voice came from the last row of the auction house, "I bid 500,000."

  *sigh*

  Everyone rushed to see, but found that no one recognized the speaker.

  "Who is this? I've never seen him before?"

  "Yes, I'm also surprised. To be able to take out 50,000 points, you'd at least have to make it to the fifth war zone, right? I've never heard of anyone like that on the battlefield."

  Su Dong's gaze was sharp from behind, and the one who had actually called out the price was a youth with two sharp sword-like eyebrows standing next to him.

  He sat there motionless from the start of the auction, no matter how heated or noisy the scene was, he remained calm and quiet.

  But when the floating light appeared, the young man's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he nodded lightly to the person beside him. Immediately after that, the person stood up and shouted out 500,000 points, an exaggerated number.

  The scene is boiling!

  50,000 points is indeed very high, extremely high, but someone dares to challenge Ni Fengliang, which is probably the main reason why everyone is surprised!

  His face turned pale with a hint of embarrassment, the number 50,000 was really embarrassing for him, because all his points added up to just over 50,000, if he were to call out a price again, he would have to return to the primary battlefield, which would be very humiliating.

  It's like Xiao La Jiao Qin Yin, who likes to mess around for no reason. He clearly reached the fourth war zone but spent all his points in one breath and started again from the first war zone.

  "When you were young, you only had 50,000 yuan, but now you're taking out tens of thousands of yuan, scaring this guy to death."

  "Right, at a young age, this face can't be lost. What's your identity? How can you lose to a stranger?"

  The bold ones have already started flirting with the hostesses, making the atmosphere on site even more intense.

  Nian Fu Guang didn't want to argue, but unfortunately, the points on Shen Wu's battlefield are hard currency, and Nian Da Shao can't conjure up points out of thin air.

  "You little scamp, just you wait!"

  He threw down a ruthless remark and left in a hurry with the fox spirit by his side, not even waiting for the auction to end.

  "Sold for 50,000!"

  The auctioneer probably didn't expect to get such a high price, excitedly flushing red, slamming down the small wooden hammer in his hand.