Days passed one by one, and more and more martial artists arrived in Tian Yuan City. Besides the Da Qing City Lord, two more giants had arrived over the past two days: the Blood Hand Gate Master and the Xuanmo Valley Lord. Both were Xiantian-level masters, with sects of towering renown throughout the surrounding region.
They had all come for the outstanding disciples under their command. Originally, they had intended to demand Xiantian Pills from the City Lord's Mansion, but now their sights were all set on the Xiantian Pills at the Sky Silver Auction House.
On the morning of the Xiantian Pill auction, Ye Xiwen rose early and headed for the Sky Silver Auction House. Compared to when he had come a few days ago, the place was now a sea of people.
Moreover, most of them were martial artists with some skill. It was not uncommon for people to start fighting at the slightest disagreement. Those who caused trouble were promptly thrown out by the Sky Silver Auction House guards and barred from entering.
However, for Ye Xiwen, who possessed a high-grade movement technique like the Heavenly Immortal Steps, this was no problem at all. Like a fish slipping through water, he easily weaved his way into the auction house. Just as before, after handing over Spirit Stones, Ye Xiwen received his seat token.
Just as Ye Xiwen entered the passageway, he caught sight of a group striding down the VIP passage in the distance. At their head was a middle-aged man of around forty, dressed in magnificent robes. Yet his aura carried a faintly bloody stench; even from afar, it seemed as though one could smell the reek of blood. His large hands were crimson red, scarlet to the extreme.
Behind him followed a young man in blood-red clothing. His face was deathly pale, as though he had only just recovered from a serious illness, but his constantly shifting eyes carried a chill darkness. Like the middle-aged man, his hands were also bright red.
"Everyone, get away from there! Those are people from the Blood Hand Gate. The Blood Hand Gate Master, An Yuan, is actually leading them himself!"
"Tsk, tsk. It looks like the Xiantian Pill will be fought over by just these few forces. Could that man behind An Yuan be his prized disciple, An Yunpeng? An Yuan came personally this time to buy a Xiantian Pill for An Yunpeng!"
"It's definitely him. Look at how red his hands are—his Bloodhand Skill must have reached a considerable level. I heard that this martial art requires the blood of living people to cultivate. Who knows how many people he slaughtered to reach this point!"
"Shh, keep your voice down! Do you want to die? Those are evil-path martial artists who don't listen to reason!"
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"The Xuanmo Valley Lord just passed by earlier. Tsk, tsk, what an imposing display!"
"Exactly. This time, it's only these few factions competing for the Xiantian Pills!"
Ye Xiwen did not linger. He found his seat, closed his eyes, and rested his mind as he waited for the auction to begin.
The auction hall buzzed with voices. After another half hour, the auction finally began.
"Welcome, everyone, to our auction house's auction!" The auctioneer was still the same old man from last time. "This old man knows what everyone has come for, so I won't waste words this time. Let us begin the auction at once!"
Just like last time, the white-robed old man did not waste any words and began in a crisp, straightforward manner.
Compared with the previous auction, the quality of the items this time had clearly risen by no small margin.
"This treasured sword is called Jade Snow. It was forged from thousand-year cold iron, an outstanding work crafted by a master invited by our auction house. It slices through iron like mud. The starting price is two thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!" Before the old man sat a platinum tray, upon which lay a deep-blue sword. A faint chill radiated from around the Sword Body, freezing the surrounding air into white mist. It was clearly a Godly Weapon.
The quality was markedly higher than that of the previous auction's items, but Ye Xiwen was still not very interested. He used a saber, and sabers and swords were worlds apart. No matter how fine the sword was, it would be of little use to him.
Though Ye Xiwen was uninterested, quite a few others were keen on it. Moreover, the martial artists who had come this time were far wealthier than those before.
"Two thousand three hundred!"
"Two thousand five hundred!"
"Three thousand!"
After two minutes of bidding, the treasured sword was sold for four thousand five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
The sheer wealth on display left Ye Xiwen clicking his tongue in amazement.
Sure enough, the Sky Silver Auction House soon brought out more fine weapons and rare materials one after another. Yet none of them stirred Ye Xiwen's interest, and he had no use for them, so he did not join the bidding. More importantly, every item this time was more expensive than the last. It was not that Ye Xiwen could not afford anything at all; he simply had not seen anything he felt he absolutely had to buy.
Gradually, even people in the VIP rooms began competing and calling out prices. Compared to those below, the people in the VIP rooms were undoubtedly much more lavish.
But the next auction item swiftly drew Ye Xiwen's attention.
"The next item up for auction is an inner armor. This inner armor was made by a renowned craftsman and woven from Golden Cicada Silk. Blades and spears cannot pierce it. With this inner armor, I believe everyone's personal safety will be greatly assured!" the white-robed old man said with a smile.
As he spoke, he lifted the red canvas covering it, revealing a snow-white inner armor lying quietly atop the tray.
"The starting price for this inner armor is four thousand!" said the white-robed old man. Defensive items had always been far more valuable than weapons.
Ordinary Godly Weapons could never sell for such a price, but this was an inner armor. With inner armor, it was practically like gaining another life.
"Five thousand five hundred!" Ye Xiwen called out first. He greatly coveted this inner armor. Though he knew it would most likely not end up in his hands, given his limited wealth, he still had to give it a try.
"Eight thousand!" The instant Ye Xiwen finished speaking, an arrogant young voice shouted out. As overbearing as ever, it raised the price by two thousand five hundred in one breath.
Ye Xiwen frowned. Raising the price so recklessly would only truly please the Sky Silver Auction House. He looked toward the white-robed old man in the center of the auction hall. Sure enough, the old man's eyes had narrowed into smiling slits.
Ye Xiwen recognized that voice. Wasn't it the Young City Lord of Da Qing City, Zhao Qiyan?
"Nine thousand!" someone from another VIP room spoke up. Judging from its location, it was the room occupied by the people from Dark Devil Valley.
"Ten thousand!" Zhao Qiyan spoke again, his tone brimming with smug satisfaction.
"Twelve thousand!" The Young Lord of Dark Devil Valley in that room was equally arrogant.
"Fifteen thousand!" Zhao Qiyan spoke once more, looking every bit like a lord who did not care about money at all. At last, the Young Lord of Dark Devil Valley backed down.
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