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Luo Jinchui was a little surprised, but he still smiled and nodded.

"This friend bids one hundred and one thousand taels. Any higher offers?"

None of the Sixth-Rank attendees spoke, their eyes carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

The bidder was unfamiliar to everyone, clearly a first-time visitor.

He did not know the auction history of the Swallowing Heaven Golden Sword.

If he knew it had been passed over several times, he would not have so casually offered such a high price for a famed-but-empty divine armament.

After a few breaths, Luo Jinchui instructed his men to bring the Swallowing Heaven Golden Sword to Yang Ling and to collect the silver notes.

"So heavy, at least two hundred jin…"

The moment Yang Ling took hold of the sword, he felt a slight heaviness in his hand.

"It's a good item, but the equip requirement is something the local martial artists here cannot meet anymore."

"Up next is the highlight of today's divine armament auction, a Lower Fifth-Rank divine armament, the Xuan Phoenix Sword!"

Luo Jinchui's voice rang out.

On the high platform there appeared another long sword, carefully placed inside a wooden box three feet long.

Several Fifth-Rank experts seated in the front rose together and stepped onto the platform to inspect it closely.

The Sixth-Rank attendees craned their necks as well, their eyes full of curiosity and longing.

They knew this Lower Fifth-Rank divine armament had nothing to do with them today; they could only enjoy the spectacle.

This item would inevitably fall into the hands of some Fifth-Rank expert today.

Yang Ling's gaze condensed as the Xuan Phoenix Sword's detailed information flashed before him.

[ Xuan Phoenix Sword, Equip Requirement: Level 250, Strength 150, Agility 180, HP: 10000 ]

[ Boosts dual attributes by 220, Grants skill: Nirvana Xuan Phoenix Sword Radiance (consumes 4000 HP) ]

"Tsk, the equip requirement for this Lower Fifth-Rank divine armament is already level 250, and its Strength and Agility demands are very high. The HP requirement is okay though; 10,000 HP is achievable at Sixth-Rank."

"Boost to dual attributes of 220…"

Yang Ling estimated inwardly that if he could equip this sword and receive that dual-attribute increase, he could genuinely contend with a Lower Fifth-Rank expert.

Kong Xinghu and several other Fifth-Rank experts examined it a while and then began bidding one after another.

They fought fervently over the Xuan Phoenix Sword.

The price was pushed up to three hundred thousand taels at one point.

If it had been the old Yang Ling before today, he would have been shaken by that price.

"These divine armaments are not too expensive. I wonder what a Fourth-Rank divine armament would cost."

As he thought this, the contest for the Xuan Phoenix Sword reached its conclusion.

Kong Xinghu bid four hundred and eighty thousand taels, silencing the other Fifth-Rank bidders.

Pleased, he pocketed the Xuan Phoenix Sword, and after exchanging greetings with a few Fifth-Rank peers, he hurried away with the sword, not planning to stay for the rest of the auction.

"This guy sure was greedy," Yang Ling thought to himself.

Next, the auction moved into pills.

The first pill up was the Foundation Consolidation Pill, the one Yang Ling knew best.

"These Foundation Consolidation Pills are indeed controlled. They weren't shown in the exhibition. Without connections and strength, it's really hard to get a few."

"This batch of Foundation Consolidation Pills is top quality, a total of one hundred pills, starting bid 500,000 taels."

Luo Jinchui smiled as he looked across at the Sixth-Rank attendees and the Fifth-Rank guests.

After a brief silence, someone started bidding.

Soon, this batch of Foundation Consolidation Pills was won by a Fifth-Rank bidder for 600,000 taels.

Then Luo Jinchui ordered ten wooden boxes brought out. He opened one to display the pills inside.

"These are Grand Derivation Vital Qi Pills, which can increase Vital Qi."

"Starting bid per pill is 30,000 taels."

The martial artists present exchanged glances, their faces showing something strange.

"Aren't these Grand Derivation Vital Qi Pills only for royal members?"

"There's talk about today's auction, huh? Pills like these can be sold here?"

"Are they from legitimate channels?"

"Ten Grand Derivation Vital Qi Pills? When Zhao Qing once lost the one he had to me, his face turned green. Ten of them here…"

Yang Ling thought of that Third Prince.

He hadn't seen him here; it was very possible the prince was not attending the auction today but rather here to sell goods.

The attendees hesitated. Only after Luo Jinchui repeatedly guaranteed the pills' provenance did bidding begin.

The ten Grand Derivation Vital Qi Pills were sold one by one, each higher than the last.

The final pill was fought over fiercely and sold for a whopping 50,000 taels.

Altogether the ten pills brought in at least 400,000 taels.

"A Grand Derivation Vital Qi Pill can only be used once, but that one use increases HP by 500 points."

"This effect should be the same for the Divine Realm natives."

Luo Jinchui then had another batch of pills brought forward.

"Next are the Minor Creation Pills produced in the Valley of the Dead."

"These pills can neutralize a hundred poisons, regenerate flesh and produce blood. I'm sure you've all heard of them. Starting bid is 10,000 taels per pill."

Yang Ling's expression shifted as he looked at the pill Luo Jinchui held up.

[ Minor Creation Pill, Cures over one hundred toxins, Restores 1000 HP within five minutes ]

"This is a fine item. It can save your life at a critical moment!"

He did not rush to bid, preferring to wait and watch.

The first Minor Creation Pill ultimately sold for 15,000 taels.

The second went for roughly the same.

After a while, Yang Ling seized the opportunity and purchased two pills without facing fierce competition.

The two cost him thirty thousand taels in total.

After that, he only had nine thousand taels left on him and was forced to become a spectator.

After over one hundred Minor Creation Pills were auctioned off, Luo Jinchui sold another seven or eight types of pills.

As the auction neared its end, Yang Ling stood up and left.

A few glances that were slightly hostile scanned over him.

Once he walked out of the courtyard, those looks disappeared.

Yang Ling inwardly snorted. Those Sixth-Rank fighters were mediocre; if they truly intended to attack him, they would be courting death.

On the way, Yang Ling passed a lake. He casually glanced over and suddenly noticed a man and a woman chatting in the distance.

One of the figures was the person Luo Jinchui and the others had greeted earlier.

Yang Ling opened the man's Status Panel and glanced at it.

Character: Zhao Fu

Class: Martial Artist

Strength: 102

Agility: 82

Spirit: 60

Martial Arts: Imperial Pole Celestial Classic (First-Class, Flawless Proficiency)

Candle Dragon Seven Star Sword Technique (First-Class, Skilled)

Fish-Dragon Hundred Transformations Movement Technique (First-Class, Skilled)

Faction: Zhao Royal Family

"These stats… should be Lower Sixth-Rank."

Yang Ling pondered. Not surprisingly, this man was likely that Third Prince.

"Third Prince, thank you for recommending me to participate in this Sixth-Rank Top Hundred contest…"

The woman's voice wafted faintly. Yang Ling was about to steady himself to listen more closely when he sensed someone approaching from behind.

He immediately walked away casually.

Not long after he left, an old man with white hair and a grim expression appeared where Yang Ling had just stood, quietly watching Yang Ling's retreating back.

Yang Ling showed no reaction and walked out of Great Yan Sword Sect. The exhibition outside remained lively.

But a thin bead of cold sweat had formed in his palm; even the sunlight on him felt chilly.

His perception was far beyond ordinary, so he could clearly sense the barely perceptible pressure emanating from the old man.

That pressure was stronger than Xu Wuji's or Yun Buchuan's.

He didn't get a chance to check the old man's Status Panel, fearing that turning around might get him followed.

"At least Mid Fifth-Rank. Looks like the experts around the Third Prince are far stronger than those around the Fourth Prince."

"That woman just mentioned the Sixth-Rank Top Hundred contest… too bad I couldn't hear more."

Yang Ling's expression flickered, and with a normal face he strolled around the exhibition, looking here and there.

The white-haired old man stood in front of the mountain gate, silently focusing his gaze on Yang Ling.

His look made Yang Ling's scalp tingle, yet he dared not show the slightest abnormality.

Fortunately, another person's arrival broke the deadlock for Yang Ling.

Li Qing hurried up to him.

"Young Master Xu, did you gain anything at the auction?"

At the sound of the word "auction," the white-haired old man's eyes visibly softened a little, but he still did not leave.

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