noffsinger Chapter 166 The Dragon Soul Sword is Sold Off
Chapter 166 The Dragon Soul Sword is Sold Off
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a graceful and beautiful woman, holding a jade box steadily in both hands, walked lightly onto the auction stage.
The jade box was covered in flashing runes, clearly indicating that it was sealed with a special seal, making it mysterious and unpredictable.
The beautiful host gently raised her hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy shot out like a serpent. The seal on the jade box slowly dissipated, and then the jade box opened on its own.
In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the box, so bright that everyone instinctively squinted.
As the light dimmed slightly, everyone looked closely and saw a spirit pearl lying quietly inside the box. The pearl was perfectly round, with swirling clouds of mist inside, and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations were faintly visible, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone.
"This item was acquired by a senior member by chance, and its specific effects are still unclear. All bidders should proceed with caution. Starting bid: 200,000 gold!"
"Two hundred thousand gold coins!" Someone in the audience couldn't contain themselves and made the first bid, their voice urgent.
"Three hundred thousand!" another person shouted immediately afterward.
"Half a million!"
Inside VIP Box No. 7, several maids were attending to a young man in a yellow robe embroidered with golden dragons, signifying his extraordinary status. His voice, as he raised the price, was steady and powerful.
"Six hundred thousand!"
"Six hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Seven hundred thousand!"
Prices soared, competition intensified, and everyone coveted this mysterious treasure, determined to possess it.
At this moment, a voice transmission suddenly rang in Tuoba Xun'er's ear: "Raise the price up again!"
Meanwhile, in VIP box number four, an old man in black robes stared intently at the spirit pearl, his eyes gleaming with greed.
"Eight hundred thousand!" he shouted in a hoarse voice, his voice echoing throughout the venue.
The moment the price was announced, the entire room fell silent, everyone stunned by the high price.
But soon, someone else raised the price.
"Eight hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Hmph, nine hundred thousand!" The old man in black robes made another bid, his tone resolute and leaving no room for argument.
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand!" A cold female voice came from VIP room number five.
"One million!" came Tuoba Xun'er's calm yet extremely authoritative voice from the number one VIP room.
This bid, like a boulder thrown into water, stirred up a thousand waves, causing an uproar throughout the hall.
All eyes turned to the number one VIP room, filled with curiosity and speculation about the identity of the person inside.
The old man in black robes stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and anger.
He never expected that someone would interfere and disrupt his plans.
"One million one hundred thousand!" he shouted through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with madness.
Tuoba Xun'er remained calm and composed, slightly raising her jade-like hand as she said, "One million five hundred thousand."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue, as if an invisible aura enveloped the whole place.
At this moment, the venue was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone held their breath, watching the bidding war unfold with bated breath.
The woman in VIP room number five seemed to hesitate for a moment, but ultimately chose to remain silent.
The old man in black robes grew increasingly gloomy, his hands clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly with anger.
The price was far beyond his expectations, putting him under immense pressure.
"One million and eight hundred thousand!"
The old man in black robes shouted out the price almost angrily, his eyes resolute, as if he had staked his entire fortune on this spiritual pearl.
Tuoba Xun'er gently shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "Two million."
These three simple words struck the old man in black robes like a heavy hammer blow.
"Are the friends in Box Number One determined to oppose me?"
The old man in black robes stared wide-eyed at Tuoba Xun'er's private room, his lips trembling slightly, his eyes bloodshot.
If it weren't for the people in the room, he probably would have already lost his temper and wanted to kill this woman who annoyed him.
"Two million one hundred thousand!" The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth and finally won the spirit pearl at a price three times higher than the estimated price.
The hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.
Tuoba Xun'er remained calm, as if everything was within her expectations.
She sat quietly in the private box, her gaze unwavering as she waited for the auction to continue. She knew that the Dragon Soul Sword, which the young master had been longing for, had not yet appeared; that was the real highlight.
The auction was in full swing, with one high-end item after another being unveiled.
Tuoba Xun'er frequently raised the prices of the auction items, making the bidding increasingly heated. The entire venue was immersed in a frenzied atmosphere, and everyone's emotions rose and fell with the bidding.
Finally, the most exciting moment arrived.
The beautiful auctioneer excitedly exclaimed, "Now, let's all welcome the grand finale of this auction, the Dragon Soul Sword!"
As the words fell, another beautiful woman carefully walked onto the auction stage, holding an exquisite jade box that exuded an ancient aura.
The jade box slowly opened, revealing a mysterious golden light that seemed to tell the story of its extraordinary origins.
"This is the final item in this auction—the Dragon Soul Sword!"
The host's voice echoed in the hall for a long time. She did not give much introduction this time, as if to leave more room for everyone's imagination.
"Starting bid: five million gold!"
This shout was like lighting the fuse of a powder keg, igniting the enthusiasm of the entire audience.
"Six million!"
In an instant, someone eagerly made a bid, their voice urgent.
"Seven million!"
"Eight million!"
Prices skyrocketed, and the forces in each private room pounced on their prey like hungry wolves, joining the fierce, almost brutal, competition.
Tuoba Xun'er sat quietly in her private room, her expression calm and composed on the surface. However, her bright eyes revealed a sharp glint of determination, like that of a hawk.
She gazed silently at the turbulent situation on the field, her mind racing as she rapidly devised countermeasures, her brain working at full speed, not missing a single detail.
When the price soared to twelve million, the intensity of the competition eased slightly. Those weaker forces, after weighing the pros and cons, had no choice but to withdraw from this brutal contest, leaving only the powerful to continue the battle.
In this brief moment of calm, Tuoba Xun'er's steady and powerful voice rang out in the private room: "Thirteen million!" Although her voice was not loud, it seemed to carry an invisible penetrating force, clearly reaching every corner of the venue, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples once again.
There was a noticeable moment of silence in the other private rooms, and then someone else bid, "Fourteen million!"
Tuoba Xun'er's lips curled up slightly, forming a confident arc, and she bid again: "Fifteen million!"
At that moment, the hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting the reactions of others. Time seemed to freeze, each second feeling incredibly long. After a long while, a low murmur of discussion came from the box that had competed with Tuoba Xun'er. In the end, they reluctantly chose to give up.
"Fifteen million once!" The host's excited voice rang out again, full of anticipation.
"Fifteen million twice!"
Just as the hostess was about to call out for the third time, announcing that the Dragon Soul Sword belonged to Tuoba Xun'er.
"Sixteen million!" The old man in black robes suddenly called out the bid again. Earlier, when he was bidding for the mysterious pearl, Tuoba Xun'er had deliberately driven up the price, and now he clearly wanted to retaliate in kind.
But to his utter surprise, Tuoba Xun'er did not make another offer as he had hoped.
"Sixteen million three times! Sold! Congratulations to the esteemed guest in Box 4 for successfully bidding on the Dragon Soul Sword!" the host announced excitedly, his voice filled with excitement and joy.
"Miss Xun'er, why don't we continue bidding and win the Dragon Soul Sword? How are we going to explain to the young master if we don't win the Dragon Soul Sword?" Lu Xuefeng, who was behind her, asked anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Xun'er simply shook her head slightly and said nothing more. In truth, she also longed to bid for the Dragon Soul Sword, but at the last second, Han Yi's voice transmission rang in her ear, explicitly demanding that she withdraw from the bidding for the Dragon Soul Sword.
With the Dragon Soul Sword sold, the auction came to a successful close.
Not long after the auction ended, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room. Wang Moran had come in person, and he hadn't arrived empty-handed.
The door slowly opened, and Wang Moran walked in with a warm smile, holding a jade box in both hands. He carefully handed the jade box to Tuoba Xun'er, his eyes showing a hint of flattery.
"It's just a small token of my appreciation, please accept it on behalf of the young master!"
Tuoba Xun'er took the jade box, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Seeing that Tuoba Xun'er was about to leave, Wang Moran hurriedly said, "I know that the Dragon Soul Sword is what you seek, young master. Why don't you stay a little longer at my Jubaozhai? Perhaps there will be a turning point."
Tuoba Xun'er shook her head slightly with a firm expression and said, "No need, I have important matters to attend to."
Wang Moran, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, understood that Tuoba Xun'er and her group of five had their eyes on the old man who had snatched the Dragon Soul Sword. He had also heard of that old man; he was a Nascent Soul stage expert with unfathomable strength. He had originally intended to give Han Yi face and allow Tuoba Xun'er and her group to stay temporarily, hoping to dissuade them from their plans.
However, Tuoba Xun'er insisted on leaving, and he couldn't force her to stay any longer. He could only sigh helplessly and see Tuoba Xun'er out of the private room.
Once outside the private room, Tuoba Xun'er and the others kept their eyes fixed on the figure of the old man in black robes, not daring to relax for even a moment.
The old man in black robes, beaming with pride, carefully put the Dragon Soul Sword he had just won into his storage bag before striding away.
After leaving Jubaozhai, he did not use his flying technique, but hurried along the street, his steps quick and urgent, as if he were afraid that someone was chasing him.
He hadn't gone far when, as he reached a street corner, a sudden change occurred. A dark figure, like a ghost emerging from a dark abyss, moved with incredible speed, lunging straight at the old man in black robes in the blink of an eye.
With a muffled "bang," the two struck each other with their palms, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy spread outwards, causing the surrounding air to buzz. Both of them took a few steps back.
The shadowy figure was shrouded in darkness, its appearance completely obscured. It must have used some mysterious magical artifact to conceal its identity and appearance, exuding an eerie aura. "Leave the Dragon Soul Sword behind!" The shadowy figure's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the deepest hell, each word carrying a strong threat that sent chills down one's spine.
Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes flew into a rage, his eyes widening as he roared, "Where did this scoundrel come from? How dare you openly rob in broad daylight! You are truly audacious!"
But the shadowy figure ignored his curses and launched several more attacks in a flash.
His hands moved like lightning, each move carrying a sharp gust of wind, sweeping towards the black-robed elder like a storm, catching the elder off guard for a moment.
Although the old man in black robes was powerful, a master of the Nascent Soul stage, the shadowy figure was extremely skilled, with exquisite moves, and he could only deal with it hastily.
"Hmph, you do have some skill, but to think you can take my things with just that is wishful thinking!" The old man in black robes roared, gritting his teeth and unleashing all his skills to fight fiercely with the shadowy figure.
Tuoba Xun'er and the others had been following at a distance, keeping a close eye on the situation. Upon seeing this, they rushed towards the battle without hesitation. "We absolutely cannot let them take the Dragon Soul Sword!" Tuoba Xun'er shouted resolutely, then, along with Po Yue and Lu Xuefeng, charged into the battle like arrows released from a bow.
The shadowy figure sensed Tuoba Xun'er and the others arriving and felt a chill run down its spine, but its attacks did not diminish at all; on the contrary, they became even more ferocious.
The old man in black robes, who had been under immense pressure, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing someone arrive, secretly pleased that help had come. However, when he recognized the newcomer as Tuoba Xun'er, his expression turned extremely ugly.
"What do you want?" The old man in black robes looked Tuoba Xun'er up and down warily and asked loudly.
"Hand over the Dragon Soul Sword, you can't protect it at all!" Tuoba Xun'er said bluntly and without any politeness.
Upon hearing this, the old man in black robes was taken aback at first, then almost burst out laughing. He said with a face full of disdain, "You little Nascent Soul stage kids dare to say such things? Even I, a dignified Deity Transformation stage cultivator, can hardly hold out, how could you? You are truly overestimating yourselves!"
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