Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 231: The Real Treasure

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The Real Treasure

"You chose a piece of scrap metal, thinking you can compare it with the aristocratic states’ sword of warring kings, are you insane?"

Zhao Jiaqi only felt the world spin before her eyes.

She hastily ran to Lin Fan.

Looking at the long sword in his hand speckled with rust.

She felt that it might break with just a bit of force.

How could it possibly compare in value to the immortal sword of the warring states’ kings?

"Sometimes, what you see may not be the truth, otherwise there would be no place for the antique business."

Lin Fan stretched out a finger and flicked the sword’s body.

A dull sound of the sword’s chant echoed throughout the spacious hall.

"Kid, do you think we’re all here for nothing? With that piece of junk of yours, even if it’s ancient, it couldn’t possibly be of any value. This is a matter of quality, I think you’re just blatantly messing around."

Zhou Bin, hands on his hips, proudly turned his head: "May the Saintess pass judgment, this person is just a troublemaker. He’s come here to make trouble at the Sky Cavern today. Now that it’s clear who’s superior, according to our agreement, his life is yours to take. Why not kill him now to let outsiders know that the Sky Cavern’s Saintess is not to be provoked!"

Zhou Bin now could only wait to get rid of Lin Fan.

Then by the agreement, Zhao Jiaqi would be his.

Just thinking that she was still a virgin,

He really couldn’t wait anymore.

"Are you really certain?"

Ni Yan looked at Lin Fan’s broken sword with a cold expression.

This guy was just like someone seeking death.

"Could it be that even now, the Saintess is unwilling to concede defeat?"

Lin Fan shook the long sword and said, "Since this in your eyes is but scrap metal, why not strike it with your warring kings’ sword? I’ll use this sword as a shield. Once struck, it will be clear who is superior. If I lose, then wouldn’t that strike take my life too?"

"Is that what you said?"

Ni Yan held the warring kings’ sword coldly in her hand.

This treasure, forged from fine iron, remained incredibly sharp even after a thousand years.

It’s not just some broken sword that can’t be stopped, even an ordinary mortal weapon wouldn’t stand a chance.

"Of course, but don’t forget, Saintess, that once the sword comes down, we’ll see who is superior. If you lose, you have to keep your promise."

Lin Fan casually waved the rusty long sword.

His confidence made the onlookers suddenly sense a trick at play.

This also made Ni Yan, who held the sword, start to hesitate.

Could it be that the decrepit long sword in his hand

was actually a treasure?

Once struck, the outcome would be irreversible.

"Do you think I wouldn’t dare?"

As everyone was doubting whether this could be Lin Fan’s scheme,

Ni Yan suddenly stepped forward.

Her long sword struck straight at Lin Fan’s crown.

The sharp treasure, empowered by her True Qi,

made a whooshing sound, carrying with it a buzzing like that of bees.

"Well played!"

Lin Fan, with a smile, did not dodge or evade.

He lifted his sword to meet it.

"It’s over!"

Zheng Tianxiang, standing nearby, instinctively closed his eyes.

In his mind, Lin Fan’s broken sword couldn’t possibly withstand such a strike.

It wouldn’t just be the sword that broke.

It would be his life on the line.

"Clang!"

Unexpectedly, a sound like the ringing of a bell reached them.

Making everyone’s ears ache.

Looking towards the source, they saw the Saintess standing opposite Lin Fan.

And in her hand, the warring kings’ sword was now only half its length.

The other half had flown off, embedding itself firmly into the dense marble.

The sharp blade thrust straight through it.

In contrast, Lin Fan still stood his ground unmoved.

The rusty, old long sword in his hand remained as ancient as ever.

"How could this be!"

This scene shocked everyone into covering their mouths.

Zhao Jiaqi was so shocked she almost jumped.

How on earth did Lin Fan manage to break Saintess Ni Yan’s Warring States Monarch Sword with a worn-out blade?

It was simply inconceivable.

"You cheated!"

Zhou Bin hurriedly shouted loudly.

He couldn’t afford to lose, and neither could the Saintess.

Otherwise, he would lose a great deal of money.

And what the Saintess would lose was the purity of her body.

"What, winning means I cheated? Is Tianku also a rigged game where one must not lose?"

Lin Fan disregarded Zhou Bin.

Instead, he looked at the long sword in his hand with great interest.

The reason he had chosen it was that there was also that strange rune on the hilt.

"Don’t talk nonsense." With that piece of junk in your hand, how could you possibly beat the Warring States Monarch Sword? You must have played a dirty trick to deceive the Saintess!"

Zhou Bin would never admit that this incident really happened.

And Ni Yan, on the opposite side, was also staring at Lin Fan, completely baffled.

She was not one to be suspicious.

But what had happened was truly beyond understanding.

"So I said, the Dowager Sect is just so short-sighted, not even recognizing such a Divine Weapon. Let me show you its true glory."

Lin Fan’s right hand stimulated his True Qi, slowly infusing it into the long sword.

Then, the rusty stains that marred the blade quickly sank into the sword.

As a streak of blue, cold light flashed by,

the sword in hand transformed into a gleaming three-foot Qingfeng.

The blade, with its emerald green hue, shone with a captivating cold glint.

Looking brand new, as though it had just been forged.

With an effortless swing, the sound of dragons roaring and tigers howling could be heard.

This time, even Zhou Bin, who had been trying to argue, closed his mouth.

It wasn’t just that it had just slashed through the Warring States Monarch Sword.

Its miraculous transformation alone was proof enough that it was no ordinary item.

"Saintess, now can you tell me, is this sword’s value greater, or is your broken Warring States Monarch Sword of greater value? Or perhaps, would you like to use your whip and try touching it again?"

Lin Fan shook his wrist, and the sound of the sword’s hum resonated.

This domineering display silenced everyone.

As for the guards holding long swords moments ago,

they were busily suppressing their swords, which vibrated in response.

Such a terrifying form was enough to prove it was an exceptional Divine Weapon.

"I lost!"

Finally, after a long silence, Ni Yan spoke.

However, her concession made everyone even more reluctant to speak.

After all, the bet guaranteed a breeze in the springtime.

"The Saintess is indeed admirable, always facing her actions. So what about the terms of the bet?"

Lin Fan, holding the long sword, looked at Ni Yan with a smile.

What followed was going to be the biggest trouble.

After all, a breeze in the springtime was not a trivial matter.

As the hostess of Tianku, how could she easily submit?

"Come up with me."

Just as Lin Fan thought she would deny the bet and turn hostile on the spot,

to his surprise, Ni Yan kicked off the ground and leaped up to the second-floor platform, over ten meters high,

then without looking back, she headed towards the staircase.

"Alright, go enjoy the auction. I’ll have some fun with the Saintess," Lin Fan said with a smile, winking at Zhao Jiaqi.

He then followed hastily.

The two of them, one after the other, disappeared on the staircase.

Zhao Jiaqi wanted to follow,

but she was blocked by the group of sword-wielding guards.

Left with no choice, she stamped her foot in frustration and cried out, "You jerk, are you going to play with the Saintess, or play the Saintess?"