The person in charge of the auction items glanced over and quickly responded.
"This is a sword manual brought up by someone below. It's said that a white-robed swordsman brought it, but he looks unfamiliar and doesn't seem to be from Azure Wave City."
" Elder Bai, could you take a look? Is this sword manual likely to be auctioned? I sense that young man's aura is quite strong."
That being said, he wasn't really optimistic about it; he was just going through the motions.
According to the rules of the Twelve-Story Pavilion, no matter how unpopular an item is, it must be appraised by an appraiser before its final ownership can be determined.
Any mistake or oversight will not be tolerated!
Unfortunately...
This is, after all, a sword manual.
The person in charge thought to himself casually.
Many people may never be able to cultivate Sword Intent in their entire lives; most people are stuck at the third or fourth level.
Sword Dao is just too difficult.
Writing a usable sword manual is even more difficult.
That young man has a decent aura, but how old is he?
If someone can cultivate a sword manual that reaches the fifth or sixth level, he considers them a genius, let alone a sword manual they wrote themselves...
It's probably just entry-level stuff, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stone.
It can't be said that it's completely useless.
This level of Sword Dao comprehension is neither exceptionally high nor exceptionally low; it can barely guide some swordsmen into the basics, but it's insufficient for most.
Getting a good price for it is incredibly difficult.
But the Twelve-Story Pavilion welcomes all who come.
At most, it just doesn't meet the standards for being put on auction.
The appraiser, known as Elder Bai, glanced at the Dragon Pattern Sword Manual brought by the person in charge, and laughed in anger after just one glance.
He immediately rolled his eyes.
"Young man, are you trying to make fun of this old man?"
He casually flipped through the sword manual in his hand, revealing a helpless and speechless expression.
"This is the Sword Manual!"
"Do you even know what a sword manual is? In my entire life, all I know is how to appraise things. I can take a look at pills and magical artifacts without a problem, but you want me to read a sword manual? What, are you Twelve-Story Pavilion planning to replace me but are too embarrassed to say so, so you're going to make me read it once and then die from menstrual cramps?"
Before Elder Bai could finish speaking, the person in charge realized that something was wrong.
Cultivation Method are generally easy to identify.
After all, any Cultivation Method or type of Cultivation Method inherited from a powerful figure has a legitimate origin.
The Twelve-Story Pavilion has not received Cultivation Method written by cultivators themselves for many years.
It's still the Sword Manual.
Elder Bai's Sword Dao level is very low; he hasn't even grasped the Sword Intent, so naturally he can't interpret the sword manual, let alone judge its quality.
He quickly put on an apologetic smile.
"Yes, yes, Elder Bai, please don't be angry. I was just thinking that you should do more work since you're capable."
"Snort!"
Elder Bai gave a heavy snort.
Just as the person in charge was feeling somewhat helpless and at a loss, a weary voice suddenly came from the side.
"What's wrong? What are you arguing about?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned to look.
The person in charge of the auction at the Twelve-Story Pavilion immediately changed his expression and bowed his head respectfully.
"OP, what brings you here?"
Twelve-Story Pavilion naturally has its owner.
However, he is merely the owner of this branch building within Azure Wave City.
However, even so, it is still convincing and awe-inspiring.
After all, the original poster is the strongest.
While the person in charge was wondering what was so special about this incident that could have alarmed the host, he couldn't help but glance at the person beside the host.
The one who spoke just now was the middle-aged man who was standing next to the poster.
His voice was weary, and his face showed signs of weariness. He wore a plain-colored robe that made him look unremarkable, but his eyes were sharp and carried a piercing edge.
The person in charge secretly glanced at the man's boots, which were slightly stained with mud, and the wrinkled hem of his clothes. Following the line of sight upwards, he saw the token hanging from the man's waist.
For a moment, his pupils trembled.
At that moment, the master of the Twelve-Story Pavilion casually waved his hand.
"I'm just here to keep you company, don't worry about me."
"This is Elder Bikong of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, and also my close friend. Si Ming, has the roster for this auction been compiled yet? Let me take a look."
Yes, OP.
The person in charge quickly responded and handed over the roster that had already been prepared.
Although he said he had glanced at it, he didn't actually look at it. Instead, he handed the list directly to Bikong beside him, his tone casual and nonchalant.
"Take a look and see if there's anything that can help you condense your Sword Domain."
"As the master of the Twelve-Story Pavilion, I cannot withhold the auction items from you, but I can allow you to preview them beforehand to prepare for the bidding."
The Twelve-Story Pavilion has strict rules, and even if he is the head of a branch building, he would never use his power for personal gain.
Showing someone the list of names in advance is already going too far.
In mortal auctions, the register is usually distributed in advance to spread the word and attract attention, but the Twelve-Story Pavilion has no such need.
Just a few strong lots are enough to create a captivating atmosphere.
Bikong nodded to the host and looked at the roster in his hand.
Recently, he has been troubled about how to condense his own Sword Domain.
Are there any helpful pills?
Does such a thing really exist...?
A formation that allows one to perceive Sword Intent?
Sword Domain Formation... only a powerful sword cultivator could create something like that, how could it appear in this small Azure Wave City?
Or is it some kind of rare and magical spirit medicine?
He couldn't explain it.
They couldn't find their own fortuitous opportunity.
As a result, they remained trapped.
Moreover, they became increasingly anxious.
The current situation of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect is far from optimistic.
It is said to be one of the four major sects, but in reality, it exists in name only.
They're just at the bottom of the four major sects.
Several forces below are eyeing us covetously; if it weren't for the patriarch still surviving, he would probably already be...
Before long, the Spirit Lang Secret Realm will open, and none of the four major sects will miss this once-in-ten-thousand-years secret realm.
Let alone the four major sects, I'm afraid that no force that can come will be absent.
As a high-ranking member of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, he simply couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.
But he must improve his strength before he can enter.
otherwise...
With her mind a jumble of thoughts, Bikong's eyes quickly scanned the roster, and when she saw the last part, a deep sense of disappointment appeared in her eyes.
"That's enough."
He sighed, handed the roster back, and shook his head.
"I should have known long ago that treasures that can help condense Sword Domain are not so easy to find; I was just being delusional."
Thank you for your help.
Both of them looked somewhat helpless, but they hadn't held out much hope, and turned to leave.
As the person in charge watched the two figures leave, for some reason, a thought suddenly occurred to him, prompting him to hesitate and speak.
"Um... um, actually, there are still some items from today's auction that haven't been sorted out yet."
"Inside, there is a scroll of sword manual..."