"Lord Huang, this place is prepared for those who are auctioning the saber. If you don't wish to auction this saber, please leave. Also, even if Lord Huang wishes to buy it … "
Li Lin glanced deeply at the metal lot in Huang Xiaotian's hand, and an indiscernible smile appeared in his eyes.
"Lord Huang, I'll have to ask you to change the metal lot next time. This metal lot that costs ten gold taels each … can only stand at the very back! "
As Li Lin spoke, he pointed to the back of the hall.
Boom!
Upon hearing those words, everyone burst into laughter. It would be great if Huang Xiaotian succeeded in such a matter, as everyone would be impressed by him. But he failed. Clearly, there was nothing wrong with the saber that Chong gongzi forged.
The nature of this matter changed completely.
There were already people in the crowd who were dissatisfied with Huang Xiaotian. Seeing how he was causing a ruckus, how could they possibly let go of this opportunity to mock him?
"You! — — "
Huang Xiaotian glared at Li Lin, who was behind the metal table, and his face flushed. He had made a name for himself a long time ago, and he had always been proud of his seniority in the Imperial Army. There was no one who didn't respect him.
Now that he was being mocked in front of so many people, how could he possibly tolerate such humiliation?
Huang Xiaotian was about to fly into a rage, but Li Lin didn't give him the chance.
"Everyone, the quality of this Death's Abyss is clear for all to see. The longer a weapon is, the easier it is to break. However, the weapon forged by my nephew isn't one of those. Now, let's continue the auction. The highest bid is two hundred thousand gold taels. Who else wishes to bid? "
Li Lin's gaze swept past Huang Xiaotian and landed on the crowd beneath the stage.
"Me! Me! Me! I offer two hundred thousand gold taels! "
"What is two hundred and ten thousand gold taels? I offer two hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Two hundred and thirty thousand!"
…
Huang Xiaotian's two Adamantine Storm Fingers stirred the hearts of the Imperial Army members. The quality of this saber weapon was simply too high. Not only was it able to slice through metal as though mud, it was also able to withstand two Adamantine Storm Fingers from Huang Xiaotian without suffering any damage. Just based on this point, this saber could be said to be one of the best in the world!
"Two hundred and forty thousand gold taels!"
This time, the voice came from behind. Li Lin was taken aback. Only then did he realize that the other Imperial Army general beside Zhao Fengchen was staring intently at the Death's Abyss in his hand.
"What's wrong, Lord Li? Can't we sell this weapon?"
The Imperial Army commander surnamed Zhou joked.
"Yes! Of course I can! "
Li Lin was overjoyed and extremely excited. Why not? He couldn't ask for more!
"Two hundred and forty thousand. Any higher bids?"
"Two hundred fifty thousand!"
This time, it was the commander seated on Zhao Fengchen's left, and he was just as enthusiastic as before. He had no intention of participating in this auction.
However, Huang Xiaotian's Adamantine Storm Finger was a legend in the Imperial Army. Any weapon that could withstand two flicks of his finger would definitely be worth collecting!
An incomparably sharp blade, a demonic flower demon, and a material that could match up to the Diamond Tempest Finger... Such a weapon was definitely worth 200,000 taels of silver.
"251,000 taels!"
"Two hundred and sixty thousand!"
This time, Zhao Fengchen also participated in the auction with an interested expression on his face. From the looks of it, Wang Chong's saber was indeed extraordinary. It was completely different from the swords he had forged in the past.
Zhao Fengchen was tempted to buy one as well. Even if he didn't use it himself, he could keep it as a collection!
Even though Zhao Fengchen didn't know how to make a saber, he still had the eye to appraise a sword. The value of such a saber would only grow higher in the future.
Due to its rarity, this kind of collectible saber was different from those mass-produced treasured swords in the market.
"Bastard!"
Huang Xiaotian stood there, not knowing whether to stand or stay. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
At this moment, no one was paying attention to him. Everyone's attention was focused on the auction. What left Huang Xiaotian even more embarrassed was that these people weren't intentionally ignoring him. Rather, they were truly uninterested in him.
Everyone's attention was focused on the saber.
"Three hundred thousand! — — "
Boom! Just as everyone was fiercely fighting over the saber, a thunderous voice suddenly came from outside the door.
That voice was filled with immense might, causing the tiles on the roof to tremble. When the crowd heard that voice, they instinctively felt a deep sense of respect.
"Hu!"
His cloak fluttered, and an authoritative figure suddenly appeared at the entrance. The aura he exuded seemed to be able to tear apart the world, and it felt as though one was looking up at the world.
In front of this majestic and tyrannical aura, everyone felt as insignificant as an ant.
"G-grand marshal! — — "
An Imperial Army commander stuttered, and his eyeballs were on the verge of popping out.
"Hua!"
The entire hall fell into chaos. Everyone who had been vying with one another to bid for the weapon suddenly trembled in fear and kneeled down.
Not just the crowd, even Zhao Fengchen was shocked. He hurriedly got up from his seat and kneeled on the floor.
Li Lin and the other captains of the Imperial Army were also panicking. They knelt on the ground, not daring to move at all. In the vast Cold Palace, there was a sudden silence, and there was only silence.
"G-grand … Grand Marshal!"
At this moment, the only one still standing was Huang Xiaotian. He stood there in a daze, and his mind was in a complete mess.
Everyone knew that there were only three people in the Imperial Army, and they were the three Grand Marshals. And the person before him was one of them.
Even though Huang Xiaotian acted fearlessly with his seniority, he didn't care about the feelings of others. He was the same toward Zhao Fengchen and Li Lin.
But before the three true leaders of the Imperial Army, he was insignificant.
Zhao Fengchen and the others had privately occupied the Cold Palace for the auction and were discovered by the Grand Marshal. Logically speaking, this was a heavy crime, and it was beneficial to him. But Huang Xiaotian clearly remembered that the Grand Marshal was still …
Huang Xiaotian was unable to wrap his head around the situation.
Da! Da! Da!
That towering and imposing figure strode over, getting closer and closer to Huang Xiaotian. Just as Huang Xiaotian was filled with anticipation, that figure brushed past Huang Xiaotian as if he didn't see him at all.
In an instant, Huang Xiaotian's face turned ghastly pale.
"You're Li Lin, right?"
That towering figure stopped before Li Lin, lowered his head, and smiled. However, it was completely different from how he smiled at Huang Xiaotian.
"Yes, that's me!"
Li Lin couldn't see the expression on the Grand Marshal's face, and his heart trembled in fear.
"I've always been looking for a saber that suits me! But it's a pity that I haven't found one! I like this saber a lot! "
As the majestic, disdainful, and domineering voice spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the blade. Immediately, a clear and melodious buzzing sound rang out. It was very pleasant to listen to.
"It's a pity that the inscription on it is too weak. It's not worthy of a top-notch weapon of this quality. But it doesn't matter, I can get someone to inscribe it again! "
The Grand Marshal spoke as he twirled the saber in his hand, as though he couldn't bear to part with it.
Li Lin's face fell to the ground, and he suddenly recalled something. That's right! Of the three Grand Marshals, one was indeed a saber expert.
However, he had never heard of him using a saber.
Li Lin didn't pay much attention to it in the past. But now that he heard it, could it be that he didn't have a saber in the past? Or perhaps, he hadn't found a suitable saber in the first place.
If that was the case …
"Lord, I, Li Lin, am willing to offer this saber to the Grand Marshal for free!"
Li Lin immediately declared. His voice was firm, and there was a hint of hesitation in it. Three hundred thousand gold taels might be precious, but Li Lin knew what it meant to him and Lord Zhao if he could win the favor of the Grand Marshal.
With the protection of this lord, his and Zhao Fengchen's future in the Imperial Army would be bright, and no one would dare to do anything to them.
Huang Xiaotian's incident would never happen again!
To be able to win the favor of an Imperial Army Grand Marshal with three hundred thousand gold taels, this was a rare opportunity. Even if Wang Chong were to learn of it, he would surely support Li Lin.
The moment Li Lin said those words, Huang Xiaotian's face darkened.
However, the Grand Marshal's reaction was out of Li Lin's expectations.
"There's no need for it! Three hundred thousand gold taels, it's decided! There's no need to say anything more! "
The Grand Marshal's voice was firm, and there was no room for doubt.
"Three hundred thousand gold taels, right? I'll get someone to pass it to you soon. Your name is Li Lin, right? I'll remember this name. … Your saber, I like it a lot! "
As the Grand Marshal spoke, he picked up the saber on the table and left. His black cloak fluttered in the wind, and it didn't take long for him to disappear into the night.
Even though he had taken away the Death's Abyss, no one thought that the Grand Marshal would go back on his words. In the Imperial Army, the Grand Marshal's words were the golden tongue.
Li Lin and Zhao Fengchen stood up from the ground, and they glanced at one another. Slowly, smiles appeared in their eyes.
Lifting their heads, they realized that Huang Xiaotian had already disappeared.
However, they knew that this fellow wouldn't dare to act arrogantly before them anymore. The Grand Marshal of the Imperial Army! … Wang Chong had done them a huge favor!
…
Putting aside the matter regarding the Imperial Army, after handing the Death's Abyss to his uncle, Wang Chong began searching for the Evil Emperor while heading to the Ghost Tree District to play chess.
There was still no news of the Evil Emperor, and Wang Chong didn't know where to look for him. Thus, his progress was slow.
On the other hand, in the Ghost Tree District, on the golden chessboard, Wang Chong was pushing his opponent closer and closer, and he was gaining the upper hand. He had almost cornered his opponent.
On this day, Wang Chong arrived at the Ghost Tree District. Just as he was about to continue playing chess, he realized that a white-haired elder had suddenly appeared on the other side.
This white-haired elder had a skinny figure, and he was dressed in a simple black robe. His right hand was holding onto a white stone, and his back was leaning against a Chinese scholar tree. He was kneeling on the ground, staring at the chessboard in a daze.
Ssss!
Upon seeing this sight, Wang Chong took in a deep breath. He felt as though his blood had congealed, and a huge shock surged through his soul.
"So Jung-son!"
Wang Chong's mind buzzed, and he felt as though the entire world had dimmed. In an instant, the only thing left in the world was the white-haired elder leaning against the tree.
After nearly two months, Wang Chong finally met the elder whom he had yearned to meet in his previous life, the elder whom he respected the most, the War God of the Tang dynasty:
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