More than half of the twenty or so groups of Shaolin Temple monks left in a dismal manner in an instant. The rest of the martial artists in the queue looked even more anxious. They prayed in their hearts that their secret manuals would not fail!
As for cutting the queue, those people did not dare to do so. Once they did, they would immediately be disqualified from the auction. The consequences were so terrible that no one dared to violate it.
After that, the Huashan Sect Leader of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre, Xianyu Tong, was even more dismal. Out of all the secret manuals of the Huashan Sect, only one low-level martial art did not fail. The rest of the secret manuals could not be exchanged for value points.
After some of the Shaolin Temple and Huashan Sect's dismal end, the speed at which the teams exchanged for value points could not help but increase.
Four hours passed in a flash.
Looking down from the sky, the streets of Luoyang were filled with a black sea of people, rushing towards the Imperial Tutor's Mansion along the streets or alleys. Among them, there were black gorillas, giant pythons that were more than 20 meters long, zombies that moved stiffly, and of course, most of them were humans.
Yue Buqun carefully followed the flow of people and slowly entered the Imperial College. Inside the Imperial College, there were huge screens lined up all around. On the screens, there were countless kinds of auction items flashing.
He roughly glanced at them. There were only some high-level martial arts and divine weapons. There was no information about the final items. It was probably to maintain the attractiveness of the auction.
"Everyone, welcome to the Wanjie Lou Auction. The auction is divided into an open-air area, normal private rooms, VIP private rooms, and emperor private rooms. Please choose your private room and pay the fees."
When all the people participating in the auction had entered the Imperial College, Yue Buqun heard a faint and familiar voice. This was the voice of the owner of the Wanjie Lou Auction.
The voice was not very loud, but everyone could hear it very clearly.
His gaze swept over a payment area. Yue Buqun hesitated for a moment before slowly walking in.
After all, he was the Sect Leader of a sect. No matter what, he had to have a VIP private room.
Stepping into the so-called payment area, Yue Buqun's face could not help but twitch.
The open-air area was a garden, and it was free. A normal private room cost a hundred silvers, a VIP private room cost ten gold, and an emperor private room cost a hundred gold.
In the end, Yue Buqun could only choose the normal-class private room. It was a sizable side hall that was neatly divided into hundreds of smaller private rooms. Yue Buqun could only sigh at Wanjie Lou's strong money-making ability.
Just as Yue Buqun entered the private room, a maid in a fiery dress came up to him. Her sweet voice contained a hint of charm. "Mister, let me teach you how to use the auction equipment."
Then, she turned around. Her waist, which was as slender as a water snake's, curved into an extremely seductive arc. It made him, who was known as the "Gentleman Sword" in the world of martial artists, burn in his belly.
In order to gather enough maids, Zhou Yang had conscripted all the red light districts in Luoyang. These maids naturally knew how to display their charm. After all, at night, these big shots might come to their business.
Roughly ten minutes after the fiery maidservant left, Zhou Yang's voice sounded once more.
"Alright, I won't waste everyone's time. The auction will officially begin."
In one of the emperor-class private rooms, Zhou Yang had a faint smile on his face. His harvest from this auction was too great. Before it even started, he had already earned more than 5,000 points of value.
As soon as Zhou Yang's voice fell, whether it was the customers in the private rooms or the customers in the open-air area, they could all see a stage slowly rising from the center of the Imperial College. On the stage stood a gentle and refined man with a somewhat excited expression.
Following that, a clear chime of a bell slowly reverberated throughout the auction house. Following the chime, the commotion in the Imperial Tutor's Mansion gradually subsided as countless gazes stared at Mi Zhu, who was standing on the stage.
"Haha, everyone from all over the world, I'm afraid you can't wait any longer. Now, the auction will officially begin. The first item will be brought onto the stage."
As soon as Mi Zhu's voice fell, another stage rose from below. On the stage, a beautiful woman slowly rose. However, no one seemed to notice her beauty. Their eyes were glued to the jade plate in her hand, which was covered by a light red silk cloth.
The jade plate was placed on the stage. Mi Zhu pulled the silk cloth away.
Instantly, a simple and unadorned secret manual appeared before everyone's eyes.
"The first item is an inner force mantra, Violet Sun Divine Art. It is the secret art of the Huashan Sect. It is a superior mantra. When practiced to the extreme, one's force will be indistinct and soft like the clouds. However, the accumulated force will be extremely tenacious. In the end, it will be overwhelming and unstoppable."
"The starting price is 160 points of value. Each increment must be no less than 3 points."
After listening to Mi Zhu's introduction, the audience became excited. Some of the sectless Jianghu people were envious. They usually relied on external force mantras to cultivate. If they were lucky, they could only cultivate a bit of True Qi after a few decades. If they were unlucky, they could never cultivate any True Qi in their entire lives.
As for the people from the technological world, they were even crazier. If they could get their hands on a secret mantra to cultivate True Qi, they would be able to beat up the rich and handsome and save Lolita. Moreover, it was a superior mantra that their sect leader specialized in.
"160 points of value." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes couldn't help but start bidding.
The first bid started. The scene became chaotic. The bids were endless.
"163 points of value!"
"170 points of value!"
"F * ck! 200 points of value. "
A white-haired man in a brocade robe stood up. "I bid 210 points of value. My father is the Duke of Xu of the Ming Kingdom. Who dares to compete with me?"
"F * ck you. I am the King of the Song Dynasty. 220 points of value." A middle-aged man in a brocade robe said disdainfully.
Yue Buqun was dumbfounded as he sat in his private room. So it turned out that the Purple Sun Divine Art he cultivated was so attractive to others. Why was his own sect's secret technique being taken out for auction? He felt a trace of joy in his heart.
"220 points of value? The Duchy of the Ming Kingdom? The King of the Song Dynasty? I'm sorry, I'm from the Qing Dynasty. "A man with a big braid shouted.
"Damn it. A barbarian dares to shout in front of me." The son of the Duke of Xu of the Ming Kingdom had never been bullied like this before. "230 points of value."
"Damn it. If it wasn't for that, I would have waited to auction ten years of my life force. Then, I would have let you country bumpkins have your way." The King of the Song Dynasty looked at the two people who were shouting angrily.
He was only curious about the secret mantra. As the King of the Song Dynasty, he was not in any danger. When he went out, he would have guards protecting him. If it was any other time, he would have used money to smash these people to death.
Unfortunately, when he thought about the treasure that could extend his life, he would be able to enjoy a few more years of happiness. He could only suppress his anger.
"240 points of value." The man with the big braid was also going crazy.
This was the total amount of money he had embezzled over the past ten years. He was going to go bankrupt. One hundred taels of gold for one point of value. One secret mantra cost a total of 24000 taels of gold. He felt his heart bleeding.
However, when he thought about how long it would take for the auction to start again, he could only swallow his blood.
"Longkedo, I know you. This secret mantra, 250 points of value. I, Oboi, will take it." Oboi walked out of an emperor's private room and said in a domineering manner. The Golden Bell Shield was too difficult to cultivate. Perhaps the Purple Sun Divine Art was a good choice.
"260 points of value. Damn it! Oboi, you motherf * cker, you still dare to be arrogant? You were already killed by the little emperor. Do you think I'm afraid of you? "Longkedo had a look of disdain on his face. Don't you know that you're already dead?
"Do you believe that I'll chop the you from my world when I get back?" Oboi roared.
"Go ahead. Even if you kill one of me, there are still thousands of me," Longkedo said arrogantly.
In the end, Longkedo bought the Purple Sun Divine Art for 270 points of value. Oboi had already been scared witless by the message, "You were killed by the little emperor."
After the first successful auction, all sorts of rare treasures appeared on the auction stage. Divine weapons, armors, the seventy-two ultimate techniques of the Shaolin Temple, and some high-grade martial arts were auctioned off.
"Ding!"
Another crisp ring of a bell rang out. Mi Zhu took a jade plate from a maidservant. There was a transparent crystal bottle on the plate, and inside the crystal bottle was a colorless liquid.
"Inside the crystal bottle is a kind of medicinal liquid that can give all non-human creatures extremely high intelligence. For example, if you let a horse drink it, the horse might be able to speak. If you let a dog drink it, the dog might be able to speak. Of course, if you're a human and you drink it, you'll die," Mi Zhu said with a smile as he pointed at the medicinal liquid in the bottle.
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