After the Fire-Scaled Python's horn sold for the staggering price of fifty thousand Spirit Stones, the atmosphere in the hall grew even more heated.
Smiling, Qin Ming auctioned off several more treasures in succession: a defensive Array Disk sold for forty thousand Spirit Stones, while the mid-grade third-rank Azure Wave Sword fetched seventy thousand.
As for the Blood Soul Pill, refined from the blood essence of more than a dozen kinds of demon beasts, a martial artist in a heaven-tier private room threw down ninety thousand Spirit Stones to claim it.
At last, after one item after another had gone under the hammer, they reached the thirtieth lot.
"Everyone, this next lot is rather unusual. It isn't an intact treasure, but a broken sword..."
Qin Ming cleared his throat.
"To other martial artists, it's little more than a collector's piece. But to sword cultivators, it's a rare opportunity!"
When Qin Ming finished speaking, a black-clad guard walked onto the stage carrying a Sword Casket.
The casket was jet-black, its surface covered in fine sealing runes. Faint streams of light seemed to move across it.
Yet even through layer upon layer of seals, every sword cultivator present felt a stir in their heart, as though they had sensed something.
"This is..."
In heaven-tier private room number three, a woman in white suddenly sat upright, a glint of swordlight appearing in her eyes.
Click—
The Sword Casket opened to reveal a sword lying quietly inside. Its blade was only about half a meter long, snapped across the middle.
Strangely, despite being broken, a faint azure glow still flowed over the blade.
The instant the broken sword was revealed...
The swords carried by the cultivators in the auction hall all gave low hums at once, showing signs of flying from their owners' sides.