“Everyone, this broken sword is far from ordinary. Though it’s damaged, it can cut through iron like mud and even break through a Grandmaster’s true qi shield!”
On the auction stage, Yafei held the pitch-black broken sword lightly in her jade-like hand. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a mesmerizing allure.
“What? Break a Grandmaster’s shield?”
“You must be joking! A Grandmaster’s true qi can form a protective barrier, impervious to blades and weapons. A broken sword like that…”
The hall instantly erupted into an uproar, doubts rising from all sides.
On the martial path, once one steps into the Innate Realm, true qi can be released outward. At the Grandmaster Realm, it can even condense into a protective shield, as solid as a fortress.
Unless it was a life-and-death clash with someone of the same level, or an attack from someone stronger, it would be nearly impossible to break.
Yafei smiled faintly and said nothing. Instead, she simply waved her hand.
A middle-aged man with a deep and steady aura stepped onto the stage. He cupped his fists toward the crowd, then his expression sharpened as the true qi within him surged forth. In an instant, a solid protective shield enveloped his entire body.
“That’s one of Misty Rain Pavilion’s honored experts… a genuine Grandmaster Realm Martial Artist!”
Someone recognized him, and the hall immediately quieted. Everyone held their breath.
Yafei casually lifted the broken sword and lightly slashed toward the true qi shield.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a crisp cracking sound.
Crack!
The seemingly indestructible shield shattered like fragile glass. From where the blade touched, spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly before the entire shield collapsed with a loud crash!
Hiss!
A wave of sharp gasps filled the hall.
The Grandmaster expert staggered back two steps, his face pale, his eyes filled with shock as he stared at the broken sword.
In an instant, every Martial Artist present began breathing heavily. Countless burning, greedy gazes locked onto the sword.
What did it mean to break a Grandmaster’s shield?
It meant that even an Innate Realm Martial Artist could threaten… even kill a Grandmaster!
This was no longer a mere weapon… it was a heaven-defying killing tool!
“This thing…” Chu Feng’s eyes flickered with surprise.
“There’s an extremely terrifying killing sword intent sealed within it. I can feel a presence that even makes me uneasy,” Yao Ji’s voice echoed in his mind, carrying a rare note of seriousness.
For Yao Ji to use the word “uneasy” made Chu Feng’s anticipation for the sword surge.
“Alright, everyone, the demonstration is complete. The starting price is 1 million taels!”
The moment Yafei finished speaking…
“1.5 million!”
“2 million!”
“3 million!”
The price shot up like madness, breaking past 6 million taels in no time, with no sign of slowing.
At that moment, an arrogant voice rang out, “My Duke Shen Manor bids 10 million taels!”
Shen Yufeng stood up, sweeping his gaze across the hall, his tone filled with undisguised pride.
The moment the words “Duke Shen Manor” were spoken, it was as if cold water had been poured over the crowd. The previously noisy hall fell silent, and those still bidding immediately shut their mouths. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Who would dare compete with Duke Shen Manor?
That would be courting death!
Shen Yufeng was clearly pleased with this effect, his face full of smugness.
Just as he thought the broken sword was already his, a lazy voice drifted from the corner, “20 million taels.”
Whoosh!
All eyes turned in unison.
When they saw it was Chu Feng, Shen Yufeng’s face turned livid. His fists clenched tightly, veins bulging as fury nearly burst from his eyes.
“That damn bastard… why is he everywhere!”
“30 million taels!” Shen Yufeng roared.
Over the past two days, he had suffered repeated losses at Chu Feng’s hands. If he lost face again in front of the capital’s elites, where would Duke Shen Manor’s dignity go?
“40 million taels.”
Chu Feng leaned back in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, as if stating a trivial number.
“Fifty—”
Just as Shen Yufeng was about to bid recklessly, a slender hand pressed down on him.
Shen Yujiao leaned close and whispered a few words. The fury in Shen Yufeng’s eyes gradually turned into a cold, sinister glint. He glared at Chu Feng before reluctantly sitting back down.
In the end, the broken sword was taken by Chu Feng for a staggering 40 million taels.
As the auction continued, Chu Feng snapped up every medicinal herb and treasure that could enhance strength, not letting a single one slip by.
With Wang Pangzi, the walking treasury, at his side, he had no concern about money.
The entire hall was stunned. Was this really the same number one dandy of the Great Qian Empire who only knew how to indulge in pleasure? How had he suddenly changed?
Soon, an hour passed.
As the auction neared its end, Yafei spoke again, “Everyone, the next item is the grand finale of this auction!”
She took out a jade bottle. The moment its stopper was opened, a rich medicinal fragrance spread throughout the hall.
She poured out a jade-green pill and introduced, “This is a third-tier high-grade pill… the Recovery Pill! It can repair a Martial Artist’s damaged foundation and bodily functions. Though it cannot bring the dead back to life, it can extend one’s lifespan!”
“Most importantly, this pill was refined by a master from Medicine King Valley!”
Boom!
“A pill from Medicine King Valley?”
“My heavens! Misty Rain Pavilion actually has such connections!”
The entire hall erupted.
Medicine King Valley was an existence beyond the empire, possessing unparalleled medical skill. It was said they could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh from bone. Pills refined by them were priceless treasures, impossible to obtain even with vast wealth!
Even an ordinary third-tier pill was enough to make Grandmaster or even Great Grandmaster experts fight desperately over it.
Chu Feng stared at the pill, a sharp light flashing in his eyes as he urgently asked in his mind, Can this pill save my grandfather?
“The quality is a bit lacking, but it’s enough to prolong his life. It can repair part of his damaged bodily functions. However, to fully cure him, the Fire Toxin in his body must be removed first,” Yao Ji replied.
With that confirmation, Chu Feng’s heart settled completely.
This pill… he had to get it.
“The Recovery Pill, starting price 10 million taels. Bidding begins now!”
“15 million!”
“30 million!”
This round of bidding was even more intense than any before. Even those powerful figures who had remained silent began to join in.
The price soared past 50 million taels with no sign of stopping.
“Fatty, do we have enough money?” Chu Feng asked.
“Your Highness, don’t worry! I may not be the best at anything else, but when it comes to money, I’ve never been afraid of anyone!” Wang Pangzi thumped his chest confidently.
“Good.”
Chu Feng nodded, about to speak.
At that moment, a powerful voice rang out from an inconspicuous corner, instantly suppressing the noise of the entire hall, “My Azure Cloud Sect bids 60 million taels!”
“Azure Cloud Sect?”
Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. The name didn’t ring a bell in his memory.
He glanced at Leng Yue, who immediately explained in a low voice, “Azure Cloud Sect is one of the top ten sects of the Great Qian Empire. It’s rumored they have an ancestor in the Profound Comprehension Realm.”
“One of the top ten sects…” Chu Feng’s gaze flickered thoughtfully.
At this moment, all eyes in the hall turned toward the man in the green robe who had made the bid. Murmurs spread through the crowd.
No one had expected that a colossal force like one of the top ten sects would send someone to the capital.
Their foundation and strength were so formidable that even the royal family treated them with caution.
The royal court and the martial world had always maintained a delicate balance, each minding their own domain. Thus, people from the top ten sects rarely stepped into the capital to avoid unnecessary suspicion.
The man in green robes swept his gaze across the hall, his voice filled with unquestionable arrogance, “This Recovery Pill belongs to Azure Cloud Sect. I hope everyone will give us some face and refrain from bidding further.”
As his words fell, the hall quieted significantly.
After weighing the consequences, many factions chose to withdraw.
Though Azure Cloud Sect held no official power, it was still one of the top ten sects. Offending them was not worth it.
Even Shen Yufeng, who had been eager moments ago, reluctantly sat back down.
But in that silence, a lazy voice broke the stalemate.
“70 million.”
Whoosh!
All eyes shifted instantly from the man in green robes to the source of the voice… Chu Feng.
The man in green robes narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing forward.
“Him again?”
“Is the Heir Apparent Zhenbei insane? He dares not give Azure Cloud Sect face?”
“A dandy is still a dandy. He doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth. This will be interesting.”
Whispers rose once more as the crowd looked at Chu Feng with mixed expressions… shock, amusement, and anticipation.
“Heir Apparent Zhenbei, what do you mean by this? Are you deliberately refusing to give Azure Cloud Sect face?” the man in green robes asked, his tone turning cold.
Chu Feng picked at his ear as if he hadn’t heard the threat, then curled his lips in disdain, “Face? How much is Azure Cloud Sect’s face worth?”
“This is Misty Rain Pavilion’s Auction. The highest bidder wins. That’s only natural. If you want the treasure, use silver to speak. What’s the point of talking about face? It only lowers your worth.”