The auctioneer lifted the red silk, revealing a pale blue manual. "The second item up for auction: the Low-grade Yellow-tier Martial Skill, Water Severing Saber Art."
When mastered, this art could sever flowing water with a single draw and split mountains and stones.
The auctioneer's voice rang out with excitement. "The bidding starts at eight hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones! Each bid must be raised by at least one hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones."
Su Yu remained impassive.
As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Yunlan Sect, he had already been granted special permission to learn the Mid-grade Yellow-tier Flowing Cloud Sword Art.
Besides, Su Yu had no interest in saber techniques. If it had been a sword or fist art, he might have considered bidding.
"One thousand!"
"One thousand two hundred!"
"One thousand five hundred!"
Bids rang out one after another. For unaffiliated martial artists, learning a Yellow-tier Martial Skill was already an immense stroke of fortune—after all, most could only cultivate High-grade Human-tier Martial Skills their entire lives.
At that moment, Qin Lie and the others could only watch from the sidelines.
They had already spent most of their savings on the Spirit Condensing Pill. Liu Fei was carefully examining the hard-won pill in her hands, her eyes full of delight.
"One thousand eight hundred Spirit Stones, going once!" the auctioneer called loudly.
Su Yu's gaze swept over the flushed, eager bidders in the hall, and he couldn't help reflecting on the gulf between sect disciples and unaffiliated martial artists.
"Sold!" The golden hammer fell. A one-armed martial artist excitedly took the manual, clutching it to his chest as if it were a priceless treasure.
Seeing this, Qin Yue muttered softly, "If only we had that many Spirit Stones too..."
Liu Fei gently stroked her hair and said warmly, "We're