100 Chapter 100 Secret of the Spiritual Sword (2/2)

A Grade Three beast crystals was worth a thousand gold now, but two years from now even a hundred would be too high.

The black shirted looked over. His eyes didn't show any anger, laughing out as he looked down on Zong Shou, ”How foolish!”

Everyone else was startled, and in a short while they understood. This person at the corner bid so as to play around with the person in the suite for enjoyment.

The old man who chaired the auction had a bright smile on his face, but he was also a little worried.

No one would have expected such a normal Black Wave Sword to be sold for ten thousand. It was only pawned for a hundred Grade Three beast crystals and they had earned a full ninety-nine times that.

Could the bidder really take out such an amount? Only when another manager whispered a few words in his ear did joy fill his face. He waved his hand to let someone send the sword to Zong Shou's suite. He even brought with him the witness letter of the Sanlu bank, afraid that Zong Shou would go against his words.

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Only when few people left in satisfaction did Zong Shou pick up the Black Wave Sword and appraise it on his hand.

The things on sale now were a few pills and talismans, as well as some antiques and land.

Zong Shou was uninterested and only focused on the sword in his hand.

He could still hear Zong Ling blabbing out in the next suite. He seemed to be tired as his tone changed to one of disdain. ”The Ruler is so amazing, but why did he give birth to a dumb kid like you? If his spirit roams in the netherworld and knew that you were spending his wealth like this, he would definitely vomit blood. Double Meridian Body and unable to cultivate, that's okay, but even your brain is so stupid? Isn't it normal for those Yunxia Mountain people to be shameless? If his price is too high, just don't bother. Why are you so foolish...”

Zong Ling continued to grumble on, there was also another ice cold gaze who looked over. It was the Purple Lightning Spear, Zong Yuan.

Zong Shou acted like he didn't hear anything while Chuxue, although angry, couldn't vent it out. She couldn't find a way to retort.

Only Yin Yang was expressionless, looking at the Black Wave Sword seriously, helping Zong Shou search for the valuable point of the sword.

”As expected, it is weird!”

Zong Shou looked at it for a while before flicking at the sword body, giving out a ”ding” that lasted for a long while.

After listening to it for a moment, Zong Shou turned his gaze to the sword handle.

Although the sword body was totally black, the handle had ten pearls embedded in it, along with dozens of weakening talisman runes drawn onto it.

Zong Shou tried to remove all the pearls and then fooled around with it for a moment. Yin Yang and Chuxue heard a soft kacha.

In the next moment, air that was tightly sealed within seemed to have found its exit as the pearls struck out, numerous holes appearing on the wooden walls all around. A really sharp and powerful wind suddenly charged upwards, smashing away the roof of Zong Shou's suite.

Within his hand appeared a small sword, around twenty inches long, shining coldly.

At that moment everyone's eyes looked over once more, this time more than shocked.

”It's a Grade Three Spiritual Weapon...”