King of Creation
Chapter 239 - 236 Mid-grade Treasure Sword

Chapter 239: Chapter 236 Mid-grade Treasure Sword

"One million five hundred thousand!"

"One million five hundred and twenty-two thousand gold!"

"One million five hundred and fifty thousand!"

As soon as the Red Broken Sword was presented, many people bid on it, almost more than half of the martial artists in the hall had placed bids, though many of the bids were drowned out as soon as they were called!

The smile on the auctioneer’s face was evident, and based on his experience, the bidding had just begun.

Ye Zhen was not in a hurry to make a move. He was determined to win the Red Broken Sword; making a bid too soon would only waste breath.

Seeing Ye Zhen so composed, without a trace of impatience, Master Hai’s esteem for him increased a notch.

There were many talents in the Black Dragon Domain, and it was not uncommon to find geniuses who could challenge those beyond their level. However, geniuses like Ye Zhen, who could challenge higher levels with merely their Sword Momentum and defeat martial artists at the first stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, while remaining extremely calm and decisive, were rare.

This type of genius must be drawn into Stars Tower.

In a corner of the second floor’s VIP room, a colder-faced old man and a young man in his twenties sat there.

Even in the VIP room, the old man draped himself in a cape, revealing only cold eyes and half of his face, including a pair of particularly fierce triangular eyes, and emanated an astounding presence.

The young man in his twenties was dressed in lavish garments, had a cold and fierce look, and had great respect for the old man.

"Tai’er, the Sword Dao contained within this Red Broken Sword is extraordinary. We must win it at all costs, at least one set of them! After pondering over it, your mastery of Sword Dao will greatly improve. By then, even your elder brother will not be your match! If you can derive half a move from it, you might not dominate the world, but the position of Young Master of Great River Gang will definitely be yours!" the triangular-eyed old man said.

"Master, I’ll start bidding now!"

Just as the young man in splendid attire was about to bid, he was again stopped by the old man with triangular eyes, "Tai’er, bidding at an auction is like Sword Dao; it is all about overpowering others with momentum. Bidding incrementally like those guys, in thousands and tens of thousands, is unlikely to be successful!"

"Remember, each increment should be at least one hundred thousand! A large increase can make your competitors drop out early."

"Understood!"

"I bid one million seven hundred thousand gold!"

The young man’s somewhat deep voice suddenly quieted the entire auction hall.

Adding more than a hundred thousand at once, this extent was astonishing and deterred many bidders completely. One million seven hundred thousand gold was an astonishing amount, not something ordinary people could afford.

"See, haven’t I told you? Such an increment can deter most people!" the triangular-eyed old man said with pride.

In the room where Ye Zhen was, Master Hai suddenly turned to him, "Hear that? Your competitor has arrived!"

"Is it a competitor?" Ye Zhen laughed!

"I bid two million gold!" Ye Zhen’s clear voice echoed through the entire auction house, causing everyone’s expression to stiffen. It also made the faces of the master and disciple in the corner VIP room look unpleasant.

"Two million one hundred thousand!" the young man in lavish clothes firmly followed his master’s instructions.

"Two million one hundred and fifty thousand!" A martial artist in the hall loudly added a bid.

"Two million three hundred thousand!" the young man in lavish clothes immediately bid again.

"Three million gold!" Ye Zhen’s voice rang out.

The young man’s increments had already been large, but Ye Zhen’s were even more startling, immediately causing the expressions of the master and disciple in the corner VIP room to darken and bringing complete silence to the auction hall.

"I..."

"Forget it!"

The triangular-eyed old man stopped the young man in splendid clothes from bidding further, "Tai’er, this is only the first set; let that man have it! Such a clash of the mighty tends to result in sky-high prices! Bid on the second set."

"Alright!" The young man nodded.

"Three million for the first time, anyone else wishes to bid?"

Even though no one bid for a long time, the auctioneer’s expression was extremely delighted.

This price had already exceeded their auction house’s expected price by not just ten or fifteen percent but by at least twenty percent!

After bidding three times, the first set of four Red Broken Swords was lightly and easily secured by Ye Zhen for three million gold.

"Heh, you’ve paid quite a bit!"

"Under normal circumstances, four Red Broken Swords bidding two million five or six hundred thousand gold would already be high!" Master Hai said with a smile.

"A loss? Maybe not!"

Ye Zhen’s gold and silver notes were almost mildewing in his hands. Besides, no matter how many gold and silver notes, if not spent, they are ultimately just paper.

"Moreover, if I had increased my bid slightly, my opponent might have clung on all the way, potentially making me pay even more."

The so-called one method applies to all- bidding at an auction is much like a martial artist’s duel; being able to build a strong momentum can make the enemy lose without a fight, fear before battling."

"That’s also true!"

Master Hai nodded with a smile, her admiration for Ye Zhen becoming even more pronounced.

"This is the second set of Red Broken Swords, and also the last set, starting at eight hundred thousand gold, with each increase not less than ten thousand gold..."

"I bid one million gold!"

"One million two hundred thousand!"

"One million two hundred and thirty thousand!"

Before the auctioneer even declared the bidding open, the sound of bids already filled the entire auction hall.

With two sets of Red Broken Swords, the first set already auctioned, urgency was inevitable.

The auctioneer was startled for a moment, then laughed.

"Two million taels of gold, I bid two million taels of gold!" The elegantly dressed young man in the corner’s private room hurriedly announced his price, which immediately made the bidding voices in the hall quiet down.

"Three million taels of gold!" Ye Zhen’s voice timely rang out.

The martial artists in the hall who were ready to bid were also stunned. Someone had directly bid three million, leaving them with nothing to say.

"Damn!"

The refined young man in the corner’s private room, upon hearing Ye Zhen’s bid, erupted with a crude curse as his expression turned extremely gloomy.

"Three million one hundred thousand!"

The elegantly dressed young man directly added one hundred thousand taels of gold, which, compared to Ye Zhen’s increase, was very weak. Of course, it had to do with his financial capacity.

When Ye Zhen bid again, Hai Luoshuang also looked at Ye Zhen with a surprised gaze.

He had thought that Ye Zhen would stop after obtaining a set of Red Broken Swords, but unexpectedly, Ye Zhen bid again!

Altogether, Ye Zhen’s two bids had already surpassed six million taels of gold, a fortune rare even among Spirit Transformation Realm martial artists, let alone Spirit Summoning Realm ones.

"I bid three million five hundred thousand taels of gold!" Ye Zhen raised the bid again.

"Young Hero Zheng, if you’re short on gold, just say the word. I, as the Tower Master, can lend you one or two million," Hai Luoshuang didn’t forget to curry favor while Ye Zhen was bidding.

"Heh, I don’t need it for now!"

Over the past couple of years, Ye Zhen had accumulated quite a wealth, most of which, of course, was plundered from his opponents.

"Three million... six hundred thousand taels of gold!"

Grinding his teeth, the elegant young man hesitantly raised the bid again, not because he wasn’t ruthless enough, but because of the constraints of his wallet!

"I bid four million taels of gold!" Ye Zhen’s voice rang out again.

Ye Zhen’s bid left the refined young man dumbfounded, his gaze inevitably looking towards his master—the triangular-eyed old man. Three million seven hundred thousand taels of gold was already his limit, even considering the other valuables he had converted with him.

"Master, you over there...."

"The wealth I have is needed soon for an important purpose, I cannot lend it to you. You know that well since you were the one who found out the information for me!"

"Master, but this guy competing with me is so infuriating, please help me..."

"Hmm?"

With a cold snort, the old man with the triangular eyes dropped a threat, which terrified the elegant young man into silence, daring not to say another word.

"Just give up. Red Broken Swords aren’t too rare; there should be some more in half a year. Moreover, once their price exceeds four million taels of gold, they are not worth it! It’s a pity, if it weren’t for my status limitations, you wouldn’t need to attend an auction to use these Red Broken Swords," the triangular-eyed old man said.

"Yes!"

The elegantly dressed young man responded, but his fists were clenched tightly in frustration. "I don’t know who that bastard bidding against me is, but he didn’t give me any chance at all. If I find him, I swear I’ll sink him in the river!"

"Four million taels of gold for the first time!"

This second set of Red Broken Swords, sold for a sky-high price of four million taels of gold, made the auctioneer beam with joy. After calling three times for higher bids and receiving none, the second set of Red Broken Swords was owned by Ye Zhen.

"Young Hero Zheng, having this kind of fortune is rare among Spirit Summoning Realm martial artists!" In the private room, Hai Luoshuang said with a smile.

"Collected from here and there, barely scraping it together!"

As the two chatted, a steward knocked on the door of the private room where Ye Zhen was, first courteously greeting Hai Luoshuang.

"Tower Master Hai, may I know who won the bid for those two sets of Red Broken Swords?"

"It was me!"

"Honored guest, if you wish, you can follow me now to take possession of the Red Broken Swords," the steward said.

"Alright!"

Ye Zhen stood up, ready to follow the steward for the handover.

Just then, the auctioneer’s voice rang out again.

"The grand finale of this auction has not yet appeared, and the bidding has already been so intense. I wonder what it will be like when the grand finale makes its appearance!"

"Next, please welcome the grand finale of this auction!"

Amidst laughter, the auctioneer unveiled a long stone box.

The mysterious stone box made everyone at the auction stretch their necks, their faces filled with curiosity.

The old man with triangular eyes in the corner’s private room suddenly sat upright, revealing a rare flush on half of his face, his eyes intently fixed on the stone box.

"This treasure must be mine! With it, I will no longer need to hide like a rat!"

Squeak!

Whoosh!

The auctioneer carefully opened the stone box. Almost the instant the stone box was opened, an astonishing blade of Sword Qi flashed by momentarily startling everyone present, including Ye Zhen, who had just stood up.

"This is the grand finale of the auction—the Mid-grade Treasure Sword, Profound Yang Sword!"

"What, a Mid-grade Treasure Sword?"

As the auctioneer finished speaking, even the usually composed Hai Luoshuang suddenly stood up, staring in astonishment at the auction stage.

"How could there be a Mid-grade Treasure Sword, how?"(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)