Chapter 844 - Ye Wushuang’s Sword!

Chapter 844: Ye Wushuang’s Sword!

In a residential area of the west of Border Dragon City, many people walked in groups of twos and threes at the moment. All of them had extremely powerful auras.
This homestay that looked crude to outsiders was actually the entrance to the underground auction. The reason it was so hidden was because the items from the underground auction did not come from clean backgrounds. Using the term ‘secret market’ or ‘ghost market’ would make more sense.
At this moment, two men, one tall and one thin, walked in. The door to the homestay immediately closed, and a woman wearing a black conical hat came up to welcome them, “Are the both of you here to participate in the auction?”
“Why else are we here? If it wasn’t for the auction, why would I, Zhao Ritian, come to such a crappy place?!” The tall man snorted and put on a displeased look.
On the other hand, the short man held his hand and covered his mouth in amusement. He wanted to laugh but did not dare.
Seeing the two men holding hands so intimately, the woman’s lips twitched, and she looked at them with disgust.
She quickly ordered someone to hand over two conical hats, “This auction is made anonymously. In order to ensure that your identities are not exposed, please put on the conical hats. These are specially made conical hats that can prevent people from prying with their consciousness power.”
The tall man took it angrily. After putting it on for himself, he carefully put it on for the short man. The short man held his hand intimately once again.
“Please follow me!”
The woman dared not look anymore, worried that she would feel sick. She led the two to another room and knocked on the wall three times.
The ground before her cracked open, and a staircase led to the source of the light, “The auction is beneath!”
The tall man immediately pulled the short man down the stairs. Just as the woman was about to leave, she suddenly heard the short man say, “Daddy, I’m scared of the dark…”
The woman had goosebumps all over her body. She held onto the corner of the wall and vomited, “The world is degenerating day by day, and people have changed!”
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Meanwhile, on the stairs leading to the underground auction, Ye Chen looked at the little girl next to him grumpily and said, “Have you forgotten what I told you before? Don’t talk.”
Before he came, he thought of his daughter who was extremely attention seeking by his side, so he cast an illusion to change the little girl’s appearance. She even promised that she would not speak when Ye Chen brought her here.
In the end, he was treated as a gay.
The little girl said timidly, “But I’m really scared of the dark!”
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”
Ye Chen held her little hand and continued walking down. The tunnel was short. They reached the bottom after walking for about 30 meters. What greeted their eyes was a magnificent hall. There was a vermillion carpet, a snow-white jade wall, and a palace lamp hanging high above.
The hall was oval-shaped. It was about 60 meters in diameter and extremely bright. There were seven or eight rows of chairs in the hall, and countless people wearing conical hats were sitting on them.
‘There are more than 30 peak martial venerables alone. I can’t believe a small auction can create such a scene…’ Ye Chen shook his head secretly.
At the very top of the hall was an empty space about nine to 15 meters in diameter. There was a table there.
“Seniors, please follow me!”
At that moment, a lady who was also wearing a conical hat walked over and led Ye Chen to an empty chair in the hall.
When he passed by the third row, Ye Chen suddenly looked over while deep in thought. He could not help but smile as he said, “They’re really here!”
The six people were Fu Qiuchan and the rest.
In reality, these so-called conical hat magic tools that could prevent others from prying were extremely crude to Ye Chen. Under his Divine Consciousness, they were equivalent to taking off his pants to fart.
At this time, Fu Qingqing stood up and looked left and right, then said to Fu Qiuchan next to her, “Sister, is Brother Ye not coming?”
“He shouldn’t be here!”
Fu Qiuchan shook her head slightly. Then she seemed to remember something and looked up at Fu Qingqing, “Qingqing, I realized that you’re quite concerned about that Ye. Don’t tell me you like him?”
“Sis, what are you talking about?!”
Fu Qingqing’s face, which was hidden under the conical hat, instantly turned red. She said angrily, “Brother Ye already has a daughter, how could I like him?”
“That’s great!”
Only then did Fu Qiuchan nod her head in satisfaction and said with a straight face, “I’ve already told you beforehand that you are destined to enter my Star Sect. In the future, don’t come into contact with that guy. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even know if you were sold off.”
“Brother Ye isn’t that kind of person…”
Fu Qingqing objected. Suddenly, she realized that there was a guy wearing a conical hat staring at her. She could not help but glare at him, “What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I’ll dig your eyes out!”
Ye Chen could not help but laugh when he heard that. After he retracted his gaze, he sat behind them with the little girl. Then, the lady from earlier passed him a list of auction items.
It listed the items for this auction as well as the order of the auction. Ye Chen took a quick glance at it. Most of the items on it were useless to him, so he could only look further down.
“Sword Sect’s Ninth Peak’s Sword Son, Ye Wushuang, has a supreme-grade spirit weapon. Ye Wushuang once used it to suppress the Sword Sect’s Eighth Peak’s Sword Son. The starting price is 100,000 Kun Dollars…”
Ye Chen’s gaze froze. He then snickered to himself, “I’m determined to get this today. I’ll kill whoever stops me!”
After saying that, he closed his eyes to rest. Even when the auction started, he did not open his eyes. Instead, the people around him started to bid.
Yue Kun shouted the loudest and spent 10,000 Kun Dollars to buy a rod. It was said to be a superior-grade spirit weapon.
The two herbs were also sold for 50,000 Kun Dollars.
Soon, the auction came to an end. The auctioneer suddenly smiled mysteriously, “Everyone, next up is a supreme-grade spirit weapon!”
After saying that, two attendants walked up with a rectangular box covered with a red cloth.
“A supreme-grade spirit weapon?”
“Are you kidding me? Even though supreme-grade spirit weapons are precious, they shouldn’t be the finale item, right? Now I know there’s nothing good in this auction!”
Many people began to whisper to each other. Some people from the three sects and four groups could not help but sneer as if they were disdainful. Only a portion of people’s eyes were filled with excitement, such as Fu Qiuchan and the rest. After all, they already knew what the so-called supreme-grade spirit weapon was.
The auctioneer smiled and removed the red cloth on the rectangular box. He opened the lid and revealed a long sword.
As soon as the sword was exposed to the air, it gave off a tremendous sword intent, immediately silencing the noisy surroundings.
“What a powerful sword intent!”
“There’s sword intent on this sword!”
Everyone was shocked.
The auctioneer said, “Everyone, this sword belonged to the Sword Sect’s Ninth Peak’s Sword Son, Ye Wushuang. I believe everyone has heard of Ye Wushuang’s name, so I won’t introduce him. The auction officially begins. The starting price is 100,000 Kun Dollars, and each bid must not be lower than 1,000 Kun Dollars!”
At that moment, Ye Chen opened his eyes. His Divine Consciousness surged out of his mudball palace and enveloped the long sword on the auction table.
A hint of heat flashed across his tensed face, “T-There’s Wushuang’s aura on it. It is indeed his sword!”