GBP Chapter 107 The Flying Thief Appears
Chapter 107 The Flying Thief Appears
Chapter 107 The Flying Thief Appears
One by one, magical artifacts, spiritual weapons, and refining materials to be auctioned were displayed in glass cases and pushed onto the stage by security guards in black. Then, a host dressed in formal attire took the stage and announced the official start of the auction.
Light footsteps approached, and Chen Guo instinctively turned her head, her big eyes immediately flashing with surprise. "Zhuo Yang, you're here!"
Zhuo Yang, dressed in a formal suit, nodded slightly to Chen Guo and then sat down in a seat next to the aisle.
Sitting between the two, Cui Yi suddenly felt like a third wheel, extremely bright and annoying. He wanted to get up and sit somewhere else, but Zhuo Yang held him down.
"Old Cui, do me a favor. No matter what's being auctioned later, you have to raise the bid!" After saying that, Zhuo Yang stood up, walked a few rows forward, and sat down alone.
Cui Yi nodded blankly, then suddenly remembered his sister. He turned his head and saw that her face was dark, clearly indicating that she was angry.
Not daring to disturb her for fear of being implicated, Cui Yi tried his best to shrink himself, but unfortunately, his burly body made it impossible to hide, and Chen Guo pinched his thigh hard.
"Ouch... Why are you pinching me?" Cui Yi gasped in pain, covering his mouth to keep from shouting.
Chen Guo snorted angrily, "Who told you to sit here? Don't you know I reserved this spot for Zhuo Yang?"
Cui Yi was utterly speechless, thinking to himself, "I've suffered an undeserved disaster!"
The first item for auction had already been pushed to the front by security guards, and the host was describing its special features with great enthusiasm.
"Meteorite Iron? Interesting!" Zhuo Yang shook his head, glanced around the performance hall, but didn't find the figure he was looking for.
Meteorite iron is actually meteorite iron, but it contains substances suitable for refining weapons, making it much more precious than ordinary meteorite iron.
There were six sects participating in the auction in the hall. Soon someone made a bid, and after several rounds of back and forth, the price reached six million.
Remembering Zhuo Yang's instructions, Cui Yi was about to raise his hand to name a price when Chen Guo preemptively raised his hand and shouted, "Fifty million!"
"Pfft..." Cui Yi spat out his drink. You're too ruthless!
Chen Guo elevated the atmosphere of the auction to a whole new level, and the host, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac, shouted excitedly.
"Who is that woman? Is she out of her mind?"
On the Seven Stars Sect's side, Yue Tianlu, who was in charge, snorted. He was wearing a blue Taoist robe, around sixty years old, with gray hair and an air of otherworldly elegance.
A disciple standing nearby quickly chimed in, but unfortunately, he didn't know Cui Yi and Chen Guo's reputations and didn't dare to speak recklessly.
"Fifty million, third time, sold!"
The host excitedly pointed at Chen Guo and announced that she had successfully bid for five kilograms of meteorite iron.
Cui Yi's face flushed red, and he scolded in a low voice, "Little sister, you acted impulsively, spending an extra thirty or forty million!"
Chen Guo's face also turned a little pale, and she said angrily, "It's none of your business, it's not like you're the one paying for it!"
Her small hands unconsciously opened the bag. She glanced down at the bank draft Zhuo Yang had given her, swallowed hard, and said, "Zhuo Yang, I'm sorry, I'll just give myself to you!"
A suppressed laugh rippled through the hall. Had they not been unaware of Chen Guo's identity, they would have burst into laughter on the spot.
"Only an idiot would spend so much money on a five-kilogram piece of meteorite iron!" someone shouted from afar, their voice suppressed.
Zhuo Yang swept his hawk-like eyes over them and snorted, "I'll make you cry later!"
The second item was also pushed to the front by security guards, and the host announced and read out the name of the item.
"The Narrow Sky Ruler, a legendary superior-grade spiritual weapon!"
A deathly silence fell, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the enormous glass case.
A sword, about one meter long, lay flat in the cabinet. The blade looked like an iron ruler and reflected a cold light under the spotlight.
"So many good things." Zhuo Yang smiled.
The name "Straight Sky Ruler" is merely the name of the sword; what matters is that it is a true spiritual weapon.
The levels of artifact crafting by cultivators range from the lowest level, which is a magic artifact, to the next level, a spiritual artifact, then a magic treasure, and finally a spiritual treasure. Each level is further divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. Above that are the true divine artifacts.
Mortal cultivators can at most forge high-grade spiritual artifacts; anything higher, except for immortals, is simply impossible. This is because high-grade materials are extremely rare in the mortal realm, and cultivators lack sufficient true essence cultivation.
Zhuo Yang swept his demonic eyes across the area and a smirk appeared on his lips.
The Narrow Sky Ruler is a top-grade spiritual weapon, no less than the Dragon Pattern Longsword, and has reached the highest level of weapon crafting in the mortal realm.
The dragon-patterned longsword had been reforged by Zhuo Yang using millennium-old cold iron, barely reaching the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon, which shows how precious the Narrow Sky Ruler was.
"Little Phoenix, this sword is perfect for you. Why don't you come and snatch it?" Zhuo Yang chuckled, then immediately raised his hand and shouted, "This is a top-grade spiritual weapon. You probably can't buy it with money!"
The host chuckled dryly and replied, "Sir, there's no need to rush. This auction can accept rare and precious materials, as long as they match the value of the Narrow Sky Ruler. Please place your bids!"
No one responded. Every cultivator present knew that bidding was tantamount to revealing their treasures, so naturally no one wanted to be the first to speak.
Zhuo Yang stood up and said calmly, "Bidding is meaningless. I propose that we all rely on our own abilities. Whoever is more capable can have the treasure!"
The entire arena fell silent, and among the dozens of cultivators, each eye gleamed with excitement.
Amidst the chaos, everyone must rely on their own abilities to seize the treasure!
The host, an ordinary person, nearly lost his footing under the menacing gazes of the numerous cultivators. He quickly shouted, "Everyone, calm down! This is a legitimate auction, with expert guards protecting us!"
"Where is the master? Let him come out and fight me!" Zhuo Yang said loudly. He stretched out his long arm, and the dragon-patterned longsword soared into the sky from behind him. Accompanied by a dragon's roar, the longsword circled the arena once and finally flew back into Zhuo Yang's hand.
Zhuo Yang, standing with his sword in hand, exuded a powerful aura.
"Sir, please follow the rules!"
A group of security guards in black suits rushed down from the stage and surrounded Zhuo Yang in the audience. They didn't dare get too close, as the audience was full of cultivators, so they could only surround the entire audience.
Zhuo Yang roared, "Everyone, the treasure is within reach, it's just around the corner!"
Heavy breathing filled the silent performance hall; many people couldn't hold back their excitement.
At that moment, a loud snort rang out, and a foreign mage in black robes flew out from backstage. He landed below the stage, pointed his staff at Zhuo Yang, and said in a sinister voice, "If you don't follow the rules, don't blame me for using magic to kill you right here!"
Zhuo Yang maintained the true energy fluctuations of the fusion phase, chuckled a few times, and thought to himself, "The experts guarding the treasure have all come out. Little Phoenix, where are you?"
With a soft "whoosh," a beam of white light appeared on the tall ceiling of the performance hall. It moved extremely fast, quickly splitting into several beams, each landing on a glass display case.
The next second, all six enormous glass cases were lifted into the air by white ziplines, and then, in full view of everyone, the glass cases shattered, and the treasures inside disappeared.
A mysterious figure, shrouded in a white robe and wearing a silver mask, chuckled and vanished into the ventilation duct vent...