Chapter 17: Its Him! (1/2)

The auction continued smoothly.

Feng Xue won another treasure; an Earth-ranked arrow called Returning Arrow. It perfectly suited her as the arrow will automatically back to her after hitting the target.

Snowy didn't show any interest in another item as she was fiddling her new pipa.

The auction finale was reaching its end. Everybody anticipation is rising for the next three item.

”Thank You for your cooperation and patient. The Auction is finally reaching its climax! These are the item you, esteemed guest, all waiting for.”

”The first item of the final three is Earth-ranked Technique Wind Sword. The technique contains a trace of wind law to have a fearsome technique and simultaneously helped your comprehension. The bidding starts from 25 million golds with a minimum increment is 5 million golds. Let's start the auction!” The auctioneer gave a fascinating smile.

”What about its origin?” One expert asked.

”This is one of the heirlooms of a fallen family from another region. We already promised to the owner to keep another detail confidential,” said the auctioneer calmly.

The crowd became noisy as they heard the origin of the item. Many people can only dream of traveling across the sea to visit another region. Having this technique means that they can peer into their peculiarity.

”We must get this technique. Go back to the sect to get more money!” one expert shout.

”We can't let this chance go! Prepare some treasure to fill our cash!” another expert said

”It will be bloody.” a young cultivator commenting on the situation.

Ding! Ding! A bell ringing.

”30 million!” Elder Yang started bidding.

”35 million!” an expert said.

”40 million!” another bigshot shouted.

”75 million.” A calm and imposing voice came from a middle-aged man with a long beard.

'Damn, this old fogey messing around with me!' Elder Yang inwardly grumbled. The middle-aged man was Elder Zhou from War God Temple. They were already rivals since they were young.

Although there was no irreparable bad blood between them, they would still mess with each other if given any chance.

”You, old fogey! Your sect doesn't even focus on sword technique. Why you need to challenge me this time!” Elder Yang grumbled.

”Hehe. It is still an Earth-ranked technique, right? Anyway, my money my choice. Just outbid me if you want,” said Elder Zhou, chuckling.

”Fine! 100 million!” said Elder Yang angrily.

”125 million!” replied Elder Zhou casually.

”150 million!” Elder Yang retaliated. A tick mark appeared on Elder Yang's forehead.

”Hahaha. Spending 150 million for Earth-ranked technique, Heavens Sword Sect sure are wealthy! Well, if you really want it, just take it!” Elder Zhou's laugh became louder.

Elder Yang clenched his teeth hard. 'This old fogey is truly abominable!' Elder Yang cannot stop cursed him in his heart.

Other cultivators could not help realize how poor they are compared to big sects like Heaven Sword Sect or War God Temple. They can buy a lot of treasure and weapons with that sum of money.

Most of the audience thought that this round had been settled, but before the auctioneer could raise her wooden gavel, a young man suddenly bidding.