This ancient sword could be considered one of the finale items of this auction.
The sword was no more than three feet long. It was also mottled with rust, but one could feel the extraordinariness of the sword through the flowing light on the blade.
“Everyone should know that in ancient times, our Western Border was also famous in the cultivation world for a period of time. Grand cultivators appeared frequently.
It’s just that there were endless chaotic battles later on, and the consumption of spiritual energy was too dramatic. That’s why our Western Border fell from being a holy land of cultivation.”
The shopkeeper of the Yuntai Immortal Pavilion looked around and pointed at the ancient sword in front of him. “This sword was discovered in a cultivator’s cave abode. After tens of thousands of years, this sword is still shining with spiritual light.”
His words made many cultivators below tremble in excitement.
A sword that had not rotted for tens of thousands of years was a treasure!
However, the older ones shook their heads gently.
“It’s not true that the older the sword, the better it is, especially this kind of sword that has been stored for too long and hasn’t been nurtured properly. The spiritual materials inside have already lost their power,” Manager He, who was sitting beside Bai Suzhen, said in a low voice.
Bai Suzhen nodded.
She had come into contact with such an ancient sword before. She could only look at it.
“This thing is actually not bad as a collection item,” Shi Suntu, who was beside Han Muye, said softly.
Collection.
Only someone who was not short of money could collect such a sword that cost 10,000 spiritual rocks.
When the price of the sword reached 10,000 spiritual rocks, most of the people below lost the intention to compete.
This was not something ordinary itinerant cultivators could afford to do. And for some family cultivators, they could not spend spiritual rocks on useless swords.
A few people made a symbolic bid, and the final price stopped at 13,000 spiritual rocks.
In the attic, Cao’e looked at the ancient sword and said in a low voice, “The refining techniques that were passed down in the ancient times are not inferior to the current ones. This sword can survive for thousands of years. There must be something magical about it.”
She was the one who paid the 13,000 spiritual rocks.
Seeing that no one else was bidding, she heaved a sigh of relief.
The Cao Family was in a difficult situation now. Not a single spiritual rock could be wasted.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below. “14,000 spiritual rocks.”
Stunned, Cao’e looked down at the bidding spot.
“Senior Brother Han…”
At this moment, someone was still bidding. The venue fell silent before looking back.
It’s him!
Many people’s eyes flickered.
Could there be something special about this sword?
This is a powerful person who could sell a 5,000 spirit stone sword for 100,000 spiritual rocks.
Could there be a big secret about the sword that this person likes?
“Fellow Daoist, what’s so special about this sword?” A middle-aged man in his forties sitting in front of Han Muye turned his head and looked at him.
“I’m Zuo Santao from the River Spirit Sect. Please enlighten me.”
When Zuo Santao spoke, many people looked over.
Logically speaking, he shouldn’t have asked such a question at the auction venue.
However, at this moment, many people were really curious and looked at Han Muye.
“Special features?”
“Maybe there are.”
Han Muye stood up and walked towards the high platform. “Isn’t such a sword that has been settled over time very charming?”
Settled over time.
Charm.
Many people in the venue had strange looks in their eyes.
“Hmph, he’s just a rich second-generation heir with some money.” Someone muttered with envy in his eyes.
It was good to have money.
“This kid is young, but he has good taste.” An older person chuckled and nodded when he heard Han Muye’s words.
It was good to have money.
Han Muye walked up to the wooden platform and looked down at the sword.
When he got closer, he could see that the sword was covered in countless cracks.
No wonder the shopkeeper of the Yuntai Immortal Pavilion did not set the starting price high. This sword indeed looked like it could only be used as a collector’s item.
Han Muye reached for the hilt of his sword.
“I’m willing to pay 16,000 spiritual rocks.” Below the stage, someone suddenly spoke.
Han Muye paused and turned to look at the audience.
The Fengyun Sword Sect, Zhangsun Su.
“Brother, I like this sword too. How about giving it to me?”
Zhangsun Su cupped his hands at Han Muye and chuckled.
The Fengyun Sword Sect was not a small sect.
16,000 spiritual rocks was not a small number.
Zhangsun Su looked at Han Muye with a smile.
“I won’t let you have it.”
Han Muye’s words stunned Zhangsun Su.
On the stage, Han Muye’s palm was already gripping the hilt of his sword.
A trace of sword qi was injected into the sword, and then gray images flashed in Han Muye’s mind.
Unfortunately, this sword was too ancient. There were no images at all.
Just as Han Muye was about to raise the sword, there was a cracking sound, and the sword shattered into countless pieces.
It shattered.
Below the stage, Zhangsun Su, who was originally a little angry, was stunned for a moment before laughing out loud.
“Thank you for saving me this sum of spiritual rocks.”
Hearing his words, many people below the stage also smiled.
Ancient artifacts were like that. If one touched it, it might get smashed.
Han Muye shook his head and held the remaining half of the sword hilt in his hand. Then he said to the servant standing at the side, “What are you waiting for? Wrap it up for me. Don’t miss a single piece.”
With that, he placed a pile of spiritual rocks on the stage and walked down with a straight face.
On the field, many people lowered their heads and chuckled.
Anyone who spent 15,000 to 16,000 spiritual rocks would be unhappy.
At this moment, no one realized that Han Muye’s grip on the sword hilt had not relaxed at all, and there was even a faint sword qi pouring into it.
After returning to his seat, Han Muye sat quietly.
“Senior Brother Han, there’s no need for that. It’s just 10,000 spiritual rocks,” Bai Suzhen said with a smile.
“Just treat it as if you’ve wasted a furnace of pills.”
It was rare to see Han Muye fail, so Bai Suzhen found it quite fun.
As for the lost spiritual rocks, as she said, there were only 10,000.
Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, “I don’t have any pills that are ruined.”
Without waiting for Bai Suzhen to reply, he slowly closed his eyes.
To outsiders, he was angry because the sword was broken.
However, no one knew that his mind was already immersed in his divine treasures.
“Thank you, young friend.”
In Han Muye’s divine treasure, a white-haired old man in a white robe bowed slightly.
“Senior, are you really someone from more than 10,000 years ago?”
Han Muye’s voice sounded in the Divine Treasure.
In the Divine Treasure, the white-bearded old man looked at the faint soul sword qi around him and shrank his head slightly. “That’s right. I’m Dayan. According to you, it has indeed been 10,000 years.”
“Then is what Senior said about the Dao Repository treasure and the Sword Pill treasure true?”
Han Muye’s soul voice sounded again.
“Hehe, of course.” Daoist Dayan chuckled and looked up. “As long as you bring me to the place where I died back then and give my remnant soul a chance to reincarnate, all the treasures will be handed to you.”
“Alright.” The voice in Han Muye’s Divine Treasure shook, and then the remnant soul of Daoist Dayan dissipated.
“He agreed to give me the treasures from 10,000 years ago so readily. This senior is not an honest person…” In the Divine Treasure, Han Muye’s voice carried a hint of emotion.
…
The auction continued, and most of the treasures were snatched up.
Bai Suzhen also bid for a few good treasures. One of them was a magic artifact from the Tai Spirit Sword Sect that already had an artifact spirit.
She spent more than 200,000 spiritual rocks to obtain this Dharma artifact.
This made many young cultivators’ eyes light up.
Every family lacked a female cultivator like her who knew how to spend money, right?
“Senior Brother Han, I’m not sure about this sword. Please help me take a look.” Bai Suzhen turned to look at Han Muye and whispered.
At this moment, a treasured sword of the Great Spirit Sword Sect was being auctioned on the stage. It was a peak semi-spiritual artifact. The price had already been raised to 250,000 spiritual rocks.
“What’s so interesting about this sword?”
Shi Suntu, who was sitting at the side, curled his lips and said, “The sword that came out of this secret vault has long been seen through.”
He was right.
If she wanted to pick up scraps, she would have to take a shortcut.
Treasures in the secret vault of such a large sect were very pricey.
On the stage, several cultivators had already gone up to investigate the sword.
When the bid reached more than 200,000 spiritual rocks, everyone was cautious. Just the description of the sword by the shopkeeper of the Cloud Platform Immortal Pavilion was not comparable to his personal investigation.
Everyone on the stage surrounded Cao’e.
The sword was in her hand.
After all, she was an elite heir of a refining family.
“This sword’s forging technique uses ice and fire consolidation techniques, and Mu Yang Gold is added to make the sword’s attributes gentle.
There’s a spirit in the sword. If it’s nurtured more, the sword qi will nourish the sword. It’s indeed a good sword.”
A look of emotion flashed across Cao’e’s face before she looked down.
“Senior Brother Han, if I have some experience in refining weapons, I would be embarrassing myself in front of you.”
Cao’e smiled sincerely.
This person’s surname is Han.
Good with swords.
The people present immediately understood she was referring to Han Muye.
No wonder the eldest daughter of the Bai family would travel with this person. It’s probably to use this person’s sword comprehension skills, right?
However, this person made a mistake about the ancient sword just now.
But then again, no one could be sure about ancient swords.
“Senior Brother Han, can you go take a look?” Bai Suzhen stood up and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded and got up to go on stage with her.
Shi Suntu, who was sitting at the side, whispered, “The Nine Mystical Sword Sect will evaluate swords? Could it be that they’re from the Sword Pavilion?”
“Surely not. Isn’t Gao Changgong in charge of the Sword Pavilion?”
“Interesting. Let’s see what this kid can do with a sword.”
As he spoke, he looked up imperceptibly at the hanging window attic.
In the attic, Patriarch Tao Ran frowned.
“Old Monster Tu? Why is this guy here?
Does this guy also like Kid Han’s talent?”
Beside him, a middle-aged cultivator in a green robe bowed slightly. “Patriarch, do you want to take this sword?
If my Nine Mystic Heaven Pavilion takes action, no one will fight for this sword.”
Hearing the green-robed middle-aged cultivator speak, Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head. “What’s there to compete for such a sword?
It’s that Sky Full of Stars. When I finish polishing it, you can sell it.”
“Patriarch, don’t worry. We will definitely treat such a treasure as the treasure of the shop.” The green-robed middle-aged man bowed in delight.
The value of the stars that the Patriarch personally polished would definitely double.
“Brat, you have quite a lot of tricks,” Patriarch Tao Ran muttered as his gaze landed on the stage.
Han Muye had already reached out to take the sword from Cao’e.
With his hand on the hilt, his eyes slowly closed.
A faint sword aura flowed and rose from the sword.
Han Muye would not let go of such an opportunity to absorb the sword energy openly.
Moreover, there was half a sword intent in this sword!
“The sword is three feet long and weighs eight catties and five taels. It is made from Qing Yuan Iron that is forged using the Martial Arts and Mountains Forging Technique.
This technique has always been known for its steadiness and gentleness. To put it bluntly, it’s the condensation of water and fire that Miss Cao mentioned.
Mu Yang Gold is used on the blade of the sword to lock the sword qi on the sword. It won’t hurt the person holding the sword.”
Han Muye’s voice was slow and unhurried.
Everyone around him nodded.
Although what he said was similar to Miss Cao, he had his own opinion.
The scenes in Han Muye’s mind kept changing, and the sword qi and sword intent converged.
“However, have you ever thought about who has a sword that needs to seal the sword qi to prevent it from injuring himself?
Do you really dare to buy this sword?”