Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 151 - 150: Quite Unexpected

Chapter 151: Chapter 150: Quite Unexpected

In his previous life, Lin Hao had seen all of the seven Spiritual Artifacts.

Among the seven Spiritual Artifacts, there was only one Cold Blade Sword.

Thus, Lin Hao had a deep impression of it, and despite a thousand years passing, he recognized it at first glance when he saw it.

The Cold Blade Sword, crafted by Ou Yezier, belonged to an era where almost all famous swords were made by him.

"How could the Cold Blade appear here?" Lin Hao’s eyes burned with a touch of confusion. The seven Spiritual Artifacts all had their owners, so why was it here?

"This sword, it is said to have been brought here by a mysterious person who wanted to exchange it for money," explained Yu Shilong upon hearing Lin Hao’s doubt. "I heard that this is very likely a Spirit Sword. The person who brought it out wouldn’t dare to auction it at a higher-level place because it might be recognized."

"And at lower-level auctions, there aren’t many who can afford it, so that’s why it appears here."

"Lin Hao, I invited you here to see if it truly is a Spiritual Artifact?"

"Yes," Lin Hao nodded, "And it is one of the seven Spiritual Artifacts."

"What?" Yu Jianghe exclaimed in shock. "Mr. Lin, are you sure?"

Lin Hao did not respond but simply nodded, leaving Yu Jianghe, Yu Shilong, and Yu Sen all utterly astonished.

That one of the seven Spiritual Artifacts would appear here!

"What is a Spiritual Artifact?" Nangong Wan’er asked, looking confused.

"It’s that," answered Yu Song, pointing, "The sword below."

"That answer is as good as no answer," Nangong Wan’er pouted, visibly speechless.

With the appearance of Cold Blade, everyone’s focus converged on it. Although most did not know its origins, they recognized it as a treasure and their eyes shimmered with a faint green light, eager to take it home.

However, most understood that this item wouldn’t be easily obtained. Its ultimate owner would surely be some major figure.

Those present merely wanted to see what price this finale item would fetch.

"Since ancient times, treasure swords are matched with heroes, this sword without a doubt is a Treasure Sword, and even among Treasure Swords, it is unparalleled," Lan Yue Yuxue said, gazing at the sword elegantly and passionately. "If it weren’t for the rule that staff cannot bid, I would have tried bidding myself."

"Regrettable, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have come to host," she half-joked and half-seriously said. "Everyone, it’s now in your hands."

Lan Yue Yuxue’s demeanor was charming, her tone captivating: "You all must be impatient already. This sword, starting bid is one yuan, the seller says, those who know the goods will recognize its worth, so price should not be a constraint, therefore incremental bidding can also be just one yuan."

"But, to avoid continuous one yuan increments, we, the organizers, have decided that the initial increment will be one yuan, but once the Treasure Sword reaches a hundred yuan, increments will at least be a hundred, reaching to ten million, increments will be at least ten million, and so forth."

"One yuan?"

"Wow, looks like we all can participate, I thought it’d start at at least one billion."

"Even if it starts at one yuan, it’ll definitely fetch a sky-high price."

"..."

The venue buzzed with continuous discussion, quite unexpectedly.

"Snap."

Lan Yue Yuxue lightly snapped her fingers, and at the same time, the lights around flickered, she loudly announced:

"Treasure swords match heroes, among all here, Yuxue also wants to see, who among you is the hero."

"The auction officially begins!"

"Twenty million!"

"Thirty million."

"Fifty million!"

As soon as Lan Yue Yuxue’s voice fell, bidders below immediately started placing bids, just three people escalating the price to fifty million.

From all around, jaws dropped.

Those who initially intended to bid, slowly retracted their hands.

However, this was just the beginning.

Right after the fifty million was called, sixty million, seventy million, eighty million followed swiftly, the price soaring like a rising tide, and within less than three minutes, it shot up directly to one hundred million.

This rocket-like speed would surely stupefy any ordinary people present.

Even though most of the crowd are wealthy, the soaring prices still cause them to break out in cold sweat.

This is just the beginning!

The big shots seated in private rooms haven’t even started bidding, and it has already reached a hundred million.

What astronomical price will this sword fetch?

Even Lin Hao, who has no interest, is piqued with curiosity, wanting to know the final hammer price.

"Grandpa, should we bid?" Yu Song looked at Yu Shilong and asked, "Since it is a Spiritual Artifact, we shouldn’t miss out."

"No," Yu Shilong said calmly, "The people from Mingyang Sect have exposed our identity. If we successfully bid for it, trouble will surely follow."

Lin Hao glanced at Yu Shilong, surprised.

Experience indeed trumps youth; facing such a huge temptation, Yu Shilong’s calmness could be likened to Taishan, clearly showing why he is successful.

Lin Hao’s admiration for Yu Shilong grew stronger.

Yu Song, now enlightened, stopped speaking and sat quietly to watch.

Ten minutes later, the price has soared to three hundred million, and people in the private rooms finally began to place their bids.

Due to the rapid price increase, Lan Yue announced urgently that after reaching a hundred million, the maximum increment would be ten million, which briefly stalled the price.

However, it was only a brief pause, and soon, the price surged, reaching five hundred million!

"Eight hundred million!" Just as the five hundred million bid was announced, an aged voice echoed through the hall.

It was someone from the nine supreme private rooms!

With his bid, everyone knew that the real show had begun.

"Nine hundred million."

"One billion."

"Well, I don’t have much money, but I’ll still play along, one and a half billion."

Except for the Yu family, within the nine supreme private rooms, the other eight bidders relentlessly placed their bids, swiftly driving the price up to one and a half billion.

At such a price, to buy an antique, the so-called elites in the grand hall were once again reminded of the disparity between people.

"Three billion," another person bid, instantly doubling the price.

"Since it’s a Treasure Sword, a price of three billion is rather low. I’ll bid fifty billion, and if anyone exceeds this amount, I’ll withdraw from the competition."

From private room number seven, an astute voice spoke up, which Lin Hao recognized immediately.

Tang Guodong!

Unexpectedly, that old fellow is also interested in the Cold Blade.

"One hundred billion."

Suddenly, from the Emperor Level private room, a clear female voice rang out.

Lin Hao was slightly startled by the voice.

"How is she here?" he thought, slightly confused. He recognized the voice all too well.

Lan Xiyue!

After spending so much time with her, there was no way Lin Hao could mistake her voice.

Logically, she should be at home.

Her appearance caught Lin Hao by surprise.

Moreover, jumping straight to a hundred billion and sitting in an Emperor Level private room, her identity seemed to be very complex.

"One of the private rooms for Mingyang Sect, one for Lan Xiyue, who could be in the remaining one?" Oddly enough, Lin Hao found himself intrigued by the last Emperor Level private room’s occupant.

The person in that room had not made a single bid from the beginning, maintaining silence throughout.

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