Chapter Eighty-One: Lonely Cloud Sword

  "Top-grade spiritual soldier Qinglin fist set, its main material is made from the scales of second-tier top-level demon beast Qinglin Jiao and the soft skin of second-tier late-stage demon beast Huoyun Niu."

  Rotating true energy inward can increase killing power by three times. Moreover, at the peak of the punch, there are ten extremely sharp scales that make the killing power even more astonishing.

  Originally one of the finale treasures, hehe, I'm making an exception this time and taking it out a step early.

  "Five hundred yuan for a low-quality yuan stone, starting price! Each increase in price cannot be less than twenty yuan!"

  Guan Canghai smiled and held up a pair of cyan-colored icy gauntlets that sparkled with cold light, revealing the origin of this treasure.

  "Eight hundred!"

  Suddenly, when everyone was still watching, a calm voice came from a private room on the second floor.

  Everyone held their breath, such a high amount, cut-and-dried words, obviously a must-have.

  Moreover, it was the private room where Bo Lei Zhang had taken a photo before.

  For a moment, everyone was guessing what kind of force was so wealthy and powerful.

  Guan Canghai's smile froze on his face, and his cheeks twitched.

  He originally had the confidence to raise the price of this Qinglin fist set to around 1,000, but the other party directly quoted such a high price, seemingly at a loss, but actually showing determination, intimidating those who wanted to compete.

  They looked around, waited for a while, and still didn't see anyone bidding. It was clear that everyone understood that the person who could make an offer was absolutely not to be trifled with. Why offend potential enemies for something that couldn't be obtained?

  "Ah!"

  A sigh sounded, and the figure in the cloak who had previously bid for the Thunderous Palm got up and left the scene.

  Some withered figures evoke countless warriors' sighs, the world is like this, without enough strength and wealth, it's simply hard to compete with others.

  In the end, this Qinglin fist set was sent to Li Chen's private room at a price of 800 lower-grade yuan stones.

  Immediately afterwards, tea and refreshments were served by the attendants of the Treasure Pavilion. After a brief rest, the auction continued with great enthusiasm.

  Among them, many excellent treasures appeared, attracting many warriors to bid and compete, especially the several pieces that were said to be the spiritual weapons of the Tianyun Thirteen Thieves, which caused a stir among the strong in the second and third floor boxes.

  For these forces, having one of the thirteen thief's spiritual weapons would be a great thing to make a name for themselves.

  Even three Broken Truth Pills appeared, which could make a Nine Layer Inner Breath Martial Artist break through to the Refining Truth Realm, and naturally many martial artists bid for them.

  Not all warriors have the ability to convert their inner energy into true energy on their own, although taking elixirs can break through and affect future cultivation, but those who have not broken through for a long time will naturally flock to them.

  Unfortunately, they were all snapped up by the powerful forces in the private rooms. You see, for them, a Refining Realm warrior is the backbone of their family's power.

  "Next, the final highlight of this auction will be sold. The first highlight is the top-grade spiritual sword, Lonely Cloud Sword. This sword was worn by Liu Gu Yun, a legendary swordsman 200 years ago."

  The sword is three feet and three inches long, one inch longer than an ordinary treasured sword. It can emit a sword aura on its own. If used by a strong practitioner at the peak of the Refining Truth Realm, it can produce a sword aura that is several meters long, increasing its power by more than tenfold.

  If used by a master of the sword path, it can even make the sword energy leave the body and possess the power of a strong yuan boundary.

  It is crucial that Jian Kuang Liu Gu Yun wielded this sword to comprehend the sword's momentum, causing it to embody a hint of his swordsmanship essence. Its preciousness doesn't need me to elaborate further.

  "Starting bid of 2,000 yuan per ton, each increase must be at least 100 yuan per ton!"

  Guan Canghai held a cyan-colored scabbard long sword in his hand, but did not draw it out. However, everyone in the great hall felt a sharp aura reveal itself.

  Although extremely faint, it cannot be denied that this sword, if drawn, would have an earth-shattering momentum.

  Finally, as midnight was about to arrive, the auction had reached its final stage. On the auction platform, Guan Canghai announced one of the treasures that everyone had been eagerly waiting for.

  Wow!

  Ordinary top-grade spiritual soldier, the price is only 1,500, but the price of this sword is actually 2,000.

  Everyone was in an uproar, with all eyes greedily fixed on the long sword. Even those who were not skilled in swordsmanship had their hearts stirred.

  Although not everyone understands what a sword is, there are naturally those who know in the arena. One tells ten, ten tells hundred, and soon everyone knows its preciousness.

  "Four thousand!"

  In the third-floor private room, Luo Xingyun, dressed in a purple robe with a refined and calm face, suddenly sat up straight and almost shouted.

  By his side, several middle-aged guards with calm breathing also involuntarily released their own auras, wanting to deter those who had intentions on the sword.

  The hall was in an uproar again, buzzing with discussion.

  "Forty-two!"

  Slightly stiff and indifferent, with a cold and stern face like a knife cut, Beinojou's young master Beino Rekka said coldly.

  As a genius of the same stage as Luo Xingyun, their cultivation and identity were not inferior to each other. Although the two families were separated by the sword in the south and north of the city, Luo Xingyun obtained this sword and took a step ahead into the solid yuan realm, and even had hope to enter the danxuan realm. Even if the probability was extremely small, it was enough to suppress the reputation of the Beiyeh family.

  So he would never allow this sword to fall into Luo Xingyun's hands.

  "Four thousand five, Bei Ye Lie you're skilled with your knife techniques, why are you competing with me for the Lonely Cloud Sword?"

  On the other side, Luo Xingyun's slightly angry words came over.

  "I quite like it, can't I just buy it and play with it? 4600!"

  Kitano's words were mild and gentle, but he had just added a hundred, making it clear that he was not going to let him off easy.

  "Your... 4800!"

  Luo Xingyun's anger rose again, and he raised the price once more.

  Originally, several major forces had intended to bid, but seeing Luo Xingyun's inevitable victory, they gave up bidding after some consideration. The price of this sword was indeed too expensive and only meaningful to true swordsmen.

  "Five thousand!"

  An old voice suddenly rose, surprisingly it was Feng Yuantu, the Great Desert Wolf.

  Everyone only then responded, Feng Yuantu was also a master of using swords, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Refining Truth Realm, but unfortunately he had been stuck at this stage for over a decade without any breakthrough.

  If this sword falls into his hands, it may be possible to break through the shackles of many years and go further, from then on, he can unify Xuan Yun Prefecture.

  "Five thousand five!"

  Others may be afraid of Feng Yuantu, but Luo Xingyun is not. It's just that this price has almost reached his tolerance limit.

  Bei Ye Lie did not raise the price this time, because he was also afraid of accidents. Although what he said before sounded casual, if it really fell into his hands, the loss would be great.

  "Can't you retreat even one step, Luo Shi's nephew?"

  Feng Yuantu's eyes gleamed with a fierce light in the private room, and even had bloodshot eyes, his breathing became heavy.

  This move is undoubtedly suspected of violating the rules.

  But Guan Canghai in the hall did not stop, just quietly waiting, because the price of the Lonely Cloud Sword had already exceeded his estimate.

  "Feng, senior, sorry about this! This sword is mine, I must have it! Six thousand!"

  Luó Háng Yún almost shouted out loud, everyone could hear his tension.

  Silence! Stillness! The grand hall was devoid of breathing, only the strong heartbeat remained.

  For a long time, Feng Yuantu did not make another sound, but from there, waves of unbearable pressure emanated.

  In the private room, the killing intent on Feng Yuantu's body suddenly dissipated, leaving only a faint chill in his eyes: "This sword, no matter who gets it, I will settle it!"