"Forty thousand!"
The ferocious-looking warrior directly added five thousand gold, it was obvious that he was determined to get this Qing Yuan Palm manual.
"Damn it, I only have thirty-eight thousand gold, I still need two thousand gold. Whoever wants to lend me, I will pay you back double in the future." Someone tried to borrow money from the warrior next to him.
"We don't care about two thousand gold, but what if we run into some good stuff and don't have enough gold? So sorry, we can't do that."
"You are right, the small auction only happens once every half a year. If we miss this one, we will have to wait for another half a year. How can we borrow money?"
At this moment, no warrior wanted to borrow money, after all, they only had around fifty thousand gold. If they were short of one thousand gold, they would lose a lot of confidence. It was not wise to lend money to others.
In the end, the Qing Yuan Palm manual fell into the hands of the ferocious-looking warrior for forty thousand gold.
"The second item, three groups of low rank soul stones, one hundred in each group. They will be auctioned separately. The starting price for each group is twenty thousand gold, and each increment must be no less than one thousand gold. Start!"
The elder in yellow robes lifted the silk cloth and announced loudly as the gold-inlaid wooden plate was placed on the stage.
"What? Low rank soul stones? I haven't used low rank soul stones for a long time. This time, I have to get a set!"
"With low rank soul stones, I might be able to reach the Late Condensing Reality Realm in a short time. It is priceless!"
"One hundred low rank soul stones are enough for me to use for more than a year."
Off the stage, all the warriors who didn't belong to any martial schools went crazy. They all breathed heavily, their eyes were bloodshot as they stared at the low rank soul stones on the stage. They just wanted to go up there and snatch them away.
"Twenty-two thousand gold!"
"Twenty-five thousand gold!"
"Twenty-eight thousand gold!"
"Thirty thousand gold!"
The price of the first group of low rank soul stones rose sharply. The elder in yellow robes stood on the stage with a smile on his face. The higher the price of the item, the more stable his position would be, and the higher his salary would be.
Soon, the first group of low rank soul stones was bought by an extremely ugly warrior for thirty-five thousand gold.
The bidding for the second group of low rank soul stones began.
Perhaps it was because there was one less group, but some of the cultivators who had been watching from the sidelines couldn't help but join in the bidding. This caused the price of the second group of low-grade spirit stones to quickly surpass the first group. It reached 38,000 gold taels and was won by a middle-aged cultivator.
When it was the third group's turn, the scene was completely heated up. Those cultivators who didn't manage to get the Low Grade Spirit Stones earlier desperately put in all their belongings, vowing to win the last group of Low Grade Spirit Stones.
In the private room.
Ye Chen was also shocked. He thought that a low-rank soul stone would be worth two hundred and fifty gold, but he never thought that it would be worth nearly four hundred gold. Didn't that mean that the ten thousand low-rank soul stones in his storage ring were worth four million gold?
"Forty thousand gold going once, forty thousand gold going twice, forty thousand gold going thrice. Sold, congratulations to this martial artist." The elder in yellow let out a sigh of relief after the third group of low-rank soul stones had been sold. It seemed that low-rank soul stones were in high demand. Unfortunately, the lowest price of the auction in the Northwest Auction House was twenty thousand gold. Otherwise, they could be separated into groups of ten. In this way, those warriors who didn't have enough wealth would definitely try their best to fight for them, even if it was five hundred gold per piece.
After all three groups of low-rank soul stones had been delivered to the buyers, the elder in yellow cleared his throat and said with a loud voice, "Next is the third item, the ancient half of a sword."
Shoo!
The silk cloth was lifted up, revealing the upper half of the sword in front of everyone. Perhaps it was because it was too old and broken, the sword still looked dim under the crystal light.
"Damn! What the hell is this? What is this thing?"
"Half of a sword, even if it was originally a mid-rank treasure, it would not be valuable anymore. Who would want to bid for it? "
"Look! Maybe there is something hidden in it. "
No one could tell what was going on. Their eyes landed on the elder in yellow, wanting to hear his explanation.
The elder in yellow was prepared for this. He reached out his hand and picked up the sword and said, "According to the appraisal experts of our auction house, this half of the sword is five hundred years old. In other words, this is an antique with five hundred years of history. In addition, five hundred years ago, it might have been a top rank great sword, but for some unknown reason, it was broken by someone and lost its spirit."
"A five hundred years old antique, a top rank great sword!"
"What a pity. If it was still in good condition, some of the people from the Windy Nation and even the South Rudra Region would definitely come to fight for it."
"A broken top rank great sword with no spirit. Why would they want to buy it?"
"Maybe some antique collectors would go and bid for it. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us!"
"Yeah, let's just watch from the sidelines! Let's see what this broken thing is like. "
Hearing the comments from the audience, the elder in yellow smiled bitterly. This half of the sword indeed did not have any practical use. It only had five hundred years of history left. Hopefully, it could be sold for a good price. Of course, there was nothing that could be done if it could not be sold. The previous two rounds of publicity had already been done. Whether it lived or died would depend on the next round.
"Is this the other half of the broken sword?" In the private room, Ye Chen's eyes shone with a bright light. He stared at the half of the sword on the stone auction stage without blinking.
This half of the sword was also dull. Its width was the same as the broken sword that he had bought at the Nine Cauldron Pavilion. Even the crack was almost the same. Only the middle part was missing. If he was not mistaken, the two parts were originally one, but they were separated due to various reasons.
"Now, the bidding begins. The starting price is twenty thousand gold. Each increment must be no less than one thousand gold." The elder in yellow looked around and took a deep breath before saying loudly.
There was a moment of silence.
"I bid twenty one thousand gold!" The one who spoke was an elder in his seventies. He had a grey beard and was wearing an old-fashioned black robe.
Someone recognized the elder's identity. He was one of the few antique collectors in the Forgotten City. He loved to buy strange things and put them in his house for his own appreciation. He would not allow others to see them even if they wanted to. Even his own family members were no exception. He was known as an old-fashioned old man.
In the private room, Ye Chen did not rush to bid. He had to keep his composure. Otherwise, it would easily arouse others' suspicions if he attacked fiercely.
There was silence in the hall. No one made a bid.
The elder in yellow knew that it was time to liven up the atmosphere. "Twenty one thousand gold. Who wants to bid a higher price? Don't forget, this half of the sword could be a fragment of a high-grade sword. Even if it has lost its spirituality, we might still be able to find something useful in it. Moreover, it has five hundred years of history. It's really a long history!"
The hall was still silent.
At this moment, Ye Chen raised the plate in his hand. "Twenty two thousand gold!"
"Good. Someone has increased the price. Good eyes. Who else wants to bid? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity." The elder in yellow said excitedly.
"Thirty thousand gold." This time, it was not the elder collector who bid. It was Ouyang Ming who was in the third private room next door.
Tang Manlou asked doubtfully, "Brother Ouyang, is this half of the sword very important?"
Ouyang Ming said calmly, "It's nothing. It's good to buy it for my collection. After all, this small amount of money is nothing."
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