Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 423 - 417 Yibao Part 2

Chapter 423: Chapter 417 Yibao Part 2

Lin Xin continued to sit on his seat, watching others trade.

At this moment, some cultivators who were waiting to trade or who had completed their trades had already begun to make advances on the male or female slaves beside them.

Some even directly pulled a female slave onto their laps and began to move up and down, engaging with her publicly.

Even if the cultivators were motionless, the slaves had pained expressions, forcing smiles and actively presenting themselves at the cultivators’ lips, while continually seducing them with tempting poses.

All the slaves were like this, except for the one beside Lin Xin, named Baizi, who was trembling without moving.

"Hmm?" The man in the silver robe suddenly turned his gaze this way, clearly dissatisfied with Baizi’s unusual behavior here.

All the slaves here were marked with a slave imprint on their hearts, making it impossible for them to resist any directive from the organizers.

So at this moment, such a posture was obviously an order from the Emerald black market’s organizers.

If Baizi did not act soon, she would immediately expose that she was not actually controlled by the heart imprint, reveal her identity as an outsider intruder, and at that time, surrounded by powerful practitioners, unless she was a Yuan Jing practitioner, she would inevitably be skinned and exposed, killed publicly—such was the foundation on which the Emerald black market had stood untoppled for so many years.

Lin Xin found it amusing as he glanced at Baizi.

This girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a youthful face, fair skin, a slim waist that could be encircled with a hand, her chest adorned with shell-shaped white cloth, and although her slender legs were tightly closed, a glimpse of the edge was still faintly visible through the fabric.

Trembling, Baizi stepped forward, straddled Lin Xin’s lap, and mimicking the other slaves, she gently twisted her bottom, emitting a coquettish moan that seemed to plead for affection.

"Please...please have mercy, master..."

She bowed her head, her heart filled with unparalleled shame and anger. If not for...she would have lashed out long ago, preferring death over letting anyone defile her. But at this moment...

She had made up her mind that if Lin Xin really acted indecently toward her, she would fight back against him today! To save the person and perish together!

Lin Xin could clearly see the fear, dread, resentment, and some other inexplicable emotions rising within her.

His cultivation in Yuan Dou Demonic Arts wasn’t high, and even he could see it, not to mention the other top demonic cultivators. Several gazes had already fallen upon them, clearly noticing Baizi’s anomaly.

"What a tedious charade." Lin Xin allowed Baizi to awkwardly twist on his lap.

He continued to watch other people announce their items for trade.

Shortly after, an item successfully piqued his interest.

"The item I offer is a Silkworm Moon White Sword, a Fourth Grade lower-level magic artifact, an ancient item from five thousand years ago. With a casual swing, it can produce countless silk webs and cocoons. If one is powerful enough to control this sword, it can nurture the ultimate Moon Silkworm clone, enduring twelve hours."

This item was offered by none other than Flying Corpse King.

He had already traded once before and now he brought out another magic artifact for trade.

It was a Fourth Grade magic artifact!

Fourth Grade, that level belonged to Yuan Jing patriarchs. Once this item appeared, all eyes immediately gathered.

"I want this item!" a cultivator declared as he flung out his magic artifact.

"Highest bidder wins!" others put forth their bids without hesitation.

"This sword is the infamous Demon Sword in legends. This Moon Silkworm clone, tsk tsk, such a clone equating to one hundred percent of one’s own strength, even if it only lasts for a day, is an extremely terrifying ability."

"As expected of a Fourth Grade artifact, such capabilities are indeed against the heavens."

Some cultivators, however, observed calmly and had no intention of bidding. Such a Fourth Grade artifact was not personally cultivated by the Yuan Jing patriarchs but was crafted by Formation Path smiths.

Its power was not just a notch above a cultivator-crafted artifact. It was worthy of being called a divine weapon.

And among the legends, the Calamitous Demon Knife, Yuan Qiuque’s Life and Death Knife, was a top-grade artifact among divine weapons. Its grade was estimated by some to have reached the legendary Seventh Grade! Exemplifying doctrine and reason.

Although this sword garnered a lot of attention, a few still rational cultivators had no intentions for this Demon Sword.

The Fire God Young Master was one, and the beautiful woman Situ Rong’er was another.

"The Demon Sword is not something everyone can control. If Flying Corpse King could use it himself, why would he bring it out for trade and auction? Isn’t it better to keep such a heavenly divine weapon as a trump card?"

An unknown cultivator coldly stated.

Some cultivators who were still tempted nodded silently in agreement with the rational masters.

Flying Corpse King snorted coldly.

"I am not skilled in swordsmanship, and cannot nurture a Sword Intent clone with this sword; naturally, I want to trade it away."

His reasoning was sound.

Flying Corpse King continued, "What I need in exchange are Heart Demon Delusions, the more the better! If it’s black jade marrow, a sufficient quantity will also do."

At this, everyone fell silent.

The man in the silver robe spoke regretfully. "Unfortunately...Heart Demon Delusions have been extinct for hundreds of years, and as for black jade marrow, to exchange such a large amount, it might not be enough."

Everyone knew he was stating facts.

Neither of these items was something they could obtain.

Flying Corpse King just laughed it off, pulled back the Demon Sword, and stopped speaking.

Lin Xin’s gaze, however, remained on him. The Demon Sword had indeed intrigued him as he had always been trying to assemble a set of his own Sword Array Formation, but unfortunately, the quality of the sword blades was too often inadequate—even the Red Flower Sword’s material was not sufficient, completely unsuitable as the main body of the Sword Array.

Now, seeing the Silkworm Moon White Sword, he truly felt his heart stir. If he could use it as the main body of the Sword Array, the prospects of the Sword Array would indeed be promising.

He remembered dozens of sets of Sword Arrays from memory, all specially learned for this purpose; however, he had never had an opportunity to use them.

Glancing again at the Flying Corpse King, Lin Xin had already sentenced him to death in his mind; as soon as he got out, he would kill him and seize the Divine Weapon.

So the saying goes, "A man is not guilty; harboring jade made him guilty." If there’s anyone to blame, blame him for revealing his treasure.

Subsequently, each cultivator successively spoke again, stating their needs and the lower-grade items they could trade.

Lin Xin also listed the remaining materials needed to reforge the Red Flower Sword. Surprisingly, he had gathered most of them, only missing one piece of verdant jade.

Just as the trade was about to end, the child from the Fire God Palace sent a spiritual message to Lin Xin.

"If it’s the verdant jade you’re speaking of, my Fire God Palace does have some in stock, but you’d need to travel to a distant place. The round trip might take six months. If you’re not in a rush, we can make a deal," the message said.

Lin Xin pondered for a moment.

"That would be good; thank you, Fire God Daoist."

"It’s just a matter of mutual need. I sincerely hope the Daoist can procure more Fire Scythe Pills, the higher the grade the better," stated the child from the Fire God Palace earnestly.

"That won’t be a problem. Just provide your own materials." Lin Xin, was an Alchemist, and because of his foundation in the Formation Path and special attributes, as long as he succeeded once, he could ensure a high success rate; thus, his alchemy skills were of a Master level.

As long as he could advance to a certain level in the Formation Path, his Alchemy, Rune, and Formation Path skills would all easily elevate in level.

After all, the foundation of everything was the Formation Path.

The Fire Scythe Pills were part of the remnants of his earlier practice, yet he hadn’t expected the Child of the Fire God Palace to take an interest in them, finding them among the many medicine jars he had laid out hoping for an exchange.

The Child of the Fire God Palace was also startled for a moment, understanding the intention, and then was overjoyed.

The two agreed on contact information and an approximate timeframe, and then continued to watch the transactions of other cultivators.

By this time, the trade meeting was also nearing its end.

The man in the silver robe clapped his hands again. "Ladies and gentlemen, next is the routine auction of servants. The highest bidder shall obtain them, and there’s no need to worry about any contract imprints; everything is fully processed. Once in hand, the owners can do as they please, even if it means sending them to their deaths; there will be no hesitation."

He paused for a moment.

"Of course, the skills are far superior to those ordinary goods outside."

Soon, the crystal column slowly lit up, and in the midst of white light, a middle-aged man wearing shackles and chains on his body walked out.

It was evident that this man had once been a very cultured person, with a calm complexion and a gentle demeanor. However, at this moment, his shoulders, ribs, knees, and elbows were all bloodied and mangled, while the rest of his body had been cleaned up. He was dressed in a white short shirt, looking self-possessed, as if he were not a slave being sold but rather a powerful cultivator who had come to participate in the trade.

"Jin Shangwu, a Fourth Grade high-level cultivator from the North Prefecture, with the peak prowess of being undefeated against three cultivators of the same level. He would be excellent as a guard for your younger generations," the auctioneer announced.

At this moment, Lin Xin was thoroughly shaken by the audacity of the Jade Black Market.

"To capture a high-level Golden Core cultivator of Fourth Grade for servitude, the power behind this..." He grew increasingly wary of the Jade Black Market.

Simultaneously, the child who had been sitting on his lap up till now also shivered uncontrollably upon seeing the middle-aged man appear.

Her beautiful crescent eyes suddenly filled with a fine mist.

"It seems her target is for this man," Lin Xin realized then.

"Starting at ten thousand Spirit Jade. Please, everyone," said the man in the silver robe calmly.

"Twenty thousand, it’s mine," Situ Rong’er was the first to speak.

"Thirty thousand. Could City Lord Situ grant this King a favor?" a mysterious black-robed cultivator spoke.

"This man is perfect as a personal guard for my third son. Summoning Spirit King, if you want me to yield, it will depend on how determined you are," said Situ Rong’er with a sly smile.

"Forty thousand," the tone of the Summoning Spirit King turned cold as he continued.

"Forty-five thousand."

"Fifty thousand!"

"Sixty thousand!"

In a moment, the price soared, a Golden Core cultivator servant, capable of absolute life and death control. Moreover, the rarest aspect was that the engraving from the Jade Black Market wouldn’t hinder his cultivation progress, meaning that he could potentially progress to the Dao Seeking Level in the future, which would truly be a profitable acquisition.

The prices escalated frighteningly. In no time, only three bidders remained.

Situ Rong’er, the Summoning Spirit King, and another unknown female cultivator.

The price quickly climbed to one hundred thousand.

This level of price was terrifying, perhaps even some top-tier Fourth Grade magic artifacts might not reach this valuation.

Lin Xin’s attention, however, was not on the prices but rather on the child on his lap.

Inside the child, a faint yet extremely cold breath of power was continuously fostering, having been accumulating from the start and now became even more apparent.

Clearly, something was about to happen...