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Chapter 137 Six Hundred Years Ago, Tianyuan Sword Sect

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Six Hundred Years Ago, Tianyuan Sword Sect

However, Liang Hui didn’t immediately make an offer.

Instead, he took a teapot out of his storage space, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

He waited quietly.

It took a long time before someone made a bid.

"One Blood Refining Level martial arts classic."

"Two!"

Song Lin saw that no one below was bidding anymore.

"Two Blood Refining Martial Manuals once!"

"Are there any more bids from the guests? You should know that the ’Sunset Sword Scripture’ is a first-rate sword scripture among Taoist scriptures."

Even though Song Lin spoke eloquently, still no one made an offer.

Only then did Liang Hui put down his teacup.

"Three Blood Refining Martial Manuals."

"Three Blood Refining Martial Manuals once, twice, three times."

"Sold!"

The charming woman on stage, with Liang Hui’s bid, sold the sword scripture at a very fast pace.

Clearly, she also knew that three martial arts Blood Refining Manuals were the limit.

Afterward, the auction of other items began once more.

Not much time passed when a knock sounded from the door.

"Come in."

Creak!

The door was pushed open, and a maid along with an elderly man with white hair walked in.

"Guest, this is the ’Sunset Sword Scripture’. Please have a look."

Liang Hui took the red jade slip and felt its special aura, nodding slightly.

He took out three blue-covered books from his storage space and placed them in the maid’s hands.

The elderly man with white hair immediately picked up the books and looked through them, one after the other, and quickly put them all down.

His aged face wore a bizarre expression, but he still nodded to the maid, indicating that the transaction was complete.

After the two left the room, the maid asked with some curiosity, "Elder, was there something wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is as it should be, you go back first," instructed the elder.

Then, he continued on his own, walking up the stairs.

Finally, he arrived in front of room number one, his expression respectful, he whispered, "Miss, someone used three martial arts classics from the Star Moon Tower to trade for the ’Sunset Sword Scripture’, suspected to be a core disciple of the Star Moon Tower."

No immediate response came from the room.

After a moment, a gentle voice slowly arrived.

"The Star Moon Tower, eh? It’s no trouble, at this time, it’s not surprising for more powers to come here."

"Elder, you and Sister Lin should just manage this auction well, don’t worry about other matters,"

"Yes, Miss."

Elsewhere.

Liang Hui continued to watch the auction.

One after another, treasures were presented, then sold.

He also took the opportunity to buy several medicines that enhanced Qi-Blood, as well as some unique stones from the Chu Region.

Time passed, and an hour quickly went by.

The auction was about to come to a close.

The woman standing on the stage with a red gauze, her face radiant with a charming smile, was pleased with the success of the auction so far.

With a delicate touch of her hand, a Great Han emerged from behind the curtain.

The Great Han lifted both palms, and on them rested a sheathed longsword. The sword hilt was black and dull, engraved with dense patterns.

The scabbard was silver-white, emitting a faint glow.

Song Lin stepped forward slowly, her pink Inner Strength enveloping her palm as she grasped the sword hilt.

Clang!

The longsword was unsheathed, and the somewhat dim venue instantly lit up as bright as daylight.

At this moment, even Liang Hui’s eyes conveyed a sense of solemnity.

None of the recent occurrences displayed any fluctuations of mana or inner strength, which meant all that was seen was the intrinsic luster of the sword itself.

’Godly Veins, huh?’

Now that the light had dissipated, the true form of the longsword was revealed—its blade white as winter snow and as lucid as autumn water beneath the moon.

Warmth and cold were entwined upon the longsword.

However, there was a fracture about a foot long on the blade, marring the beauty of the longsword.

Song Lin lifted the longsword, beginning her introduction.

"The sword is named Autumn Frost, a weapon used by a wielder of strong Godly Veins."

Afterwards, she pointed at the crack on the blade.

"The blade is damaged, but a daoist or martial artist skilled in forging could attempt to repair it, however, only women can unleash its full power."

"For the auction price, gentlemen, you can write down the treasures you believe could be exchanged; we will collect them, and ultimately, the seller will choose."

Upon hearing this, Liang Hui’s interest faded.

This weapon of Godly Veins level had too many requirements.

Moreover, with such significant damage, even if it were repaired, it might only reach the level of a Qi-Blood weapon, not worth his participation in the competition.

Soon there was a knock at the door, and Liang Hui saw a maid holding a jade slip.

He merely left his offer on the jade slip and beckoned the maid to leave.

Alone in the room, he began sipping tea.

"The exchange for Autumn Frost is complete, and now we come to the final item in this auction—the proof of entry to the Tianyuan Secret Realm."

"There are one thousand proofs available, each with a minimum price of one hundred thousand taels of silver."

Boom!

The entire place erupted into a buzz, with various discussions emanating non-stop.

"The Tianyuan Secret Realm?"

Liang Hui put down his teacup, his expression carrying a hint of curiosity.

He had never heard of the Tianyuan Secret Realm, but judging by the reaction of the crowd below, it was clear they all knew what the so-called Tianyuan Secret Realm was.

"The Tianyuan Secret Realm, I believe most of you have heard of it."

"It was the dominion of Jiaozhou in times past, a secret realm left behind by the world’s once most supreme Taoist lineage, the Tianyuan Sword Sect."

"It is rumored to contain relics left by ancestors who sought higher levels of cultivation—each item extraordinarily precious."

"Gentlemen, if you enter the secret realm and reap rewards, perchance one day you might even serve as a divine general in the future Divine Court."

Song Lin spoke with an alluring look, her words filled with temptation.

Liang Hui’s mouth twitched; such an empty promise was something he was encountering for the first time.

Whether the Divine Court would stand or not, even he, the man in charge, was not certain.

However, the Tianyuan Sword Sect, with the name ’Sword Sect,’ would likely have many Sword Scriptures, he surmised.

"That is all for the introduction of the Tianyuan Sword Sect. We shall now commence the auction for the proofs of entry to the secret realm, and additionally, we will provide detailed intelligence about the secret realm for free."

"Wait, I’ve heard that the secret realm opens once every hundred years and has opened five times so far. The last opening was eighty years ago, far from the time it should open again."

An elderly and confused voice came from below the stage.

Song Lin’s smile remained as she responded, "There’s no need for doubt, old sir. This decision has been made jointly by the eight great families; there can be no mistake."

With a wave of her hand, a rather large wooden box suddenly appeared on stage.

"Now, let us begin."

One after another, the proofs were sold, each snatched up as soon as they became available.

In booth number 17 at the auction, three figures stood in front of a transparent wall, overlooking the auction.

Each one radiated a strong presence.

"The black market established by the Song Family outshines the clan itself," remarked the middle-aged man upon seeing the full crowd, unable to help but express his sentiment.

"It’s all because they leveraged that person’s influence, otherwise how could they gather so many martial artists and daoists outside Qingyang City."

"Sister Fang, be cautious with your words," the middle-aged man chided quietly.

"Big brother, you’re too cautious," she retorted.

"Speaking of which, on our way here, if that daoist had only managed to delay the barbarians slightly, we would have already completed the task assigned by the family," exclaimed the woman standing in the center, discontent in her expression.