txolops Chapter 122 The Magic Weapon "Blood Demon Twin Scythes"
Chapter 122 The Magic Weapon "Blood Demon Twin Scythes"
Han Xiaoliu's "foolish and rich" demeanor completely ignited the atmosphere in the auction room.
The auctioneer's eyes gleamed; he knew such a wealthy "fat sheep" was a rare find. Seizing the opportunity, he raised his voice sharply, his tone laced with a seductive fervor: "Ladies and gentlemen! Since this young friend is so generous, my Star Palace will certainly not hold back! The next treasure will absolutely make your trip worthwhile!"
He slapped the storage bag hard, and two strangely shaped curved scythes floated in mid-air.
The scythe was a nauseating dark red, as if it had just drunk its fill of blood, and exuded a pungent stench of blood and demonic energy.
"This item is called—'Blood Demon Twin Scythes'! It was the natal magic weapon of the demonic tyrant 'Blood Hand Madman' eight hundred years ago!" The auctioneer spoke rapidly, afraid of distracting the crowd. "Back then, this Blood Hand Madman, with his perfected Core Formation cultivation, fought against an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator and survived, all thanks to these two twin scythes! He slaughtered countless people throughout his life, and these twin scythes have drunk the blood of hundreds of cultivators of the same level; their ferocious aura has reached an unparalleled level!"
The cultivators who had been whispering among themselves below the stage all gasped in shock, their eyes fixed on the two curved scythes.
"This treasure comes with its own innate technique—'Blood Demon Soul Devouring'! Once activated, the crimson blade light woven from the twin scythes can not only tear through protective spiritual light, but also directly sever the enemy's soul! Most terrifyingly, it has no side effects! As long as you refine it with your own blood essence, you can use it as easily as your own arm, without any worry of backlash!"
The auctioneer paused, then threw out the most enticing bait: "Not only that, but also the demonic cultivation technique 'Blood Fiend Twin Techniques' will be auctioned! After refining it, the twin scythes can automatically draw in the wandering demonic energy of heaven and earth, purifying the demonic essence within your body. Combined with the 'Cross Blood Shadow' and 'Strangling Demon Ring' killing techniques within the technique, it's practically invincible among those of the same level!"
"Flawless, ready to use after refinement! This perfect weapon of destruction has a starting price of 500,000 low-grade spirit stones, with each bid increasing by at least 20,000! The auction now begins!"
The moment the words were spoken, the entire auction hall erupted in cheers!
If the "Soul-Locking Tower" was a hot potato, then the "Blood Demon Twin Scythes" are a piece of juicy meat! Flawless, with its own magic, and able to assist in cultivation, this is simply a supreme treasure tailor-made for demonic cultivators!
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Five hundred and twenty thousand!"
"Six hundred thousand! I'll offer six hundred thousand!"
The bidding rose and fell, like waves crashing higher and higher on the shore.
Those rogue cultivators and demonic cultivators who were just mocking Han Xiaoliu now had bloodshot eyes and were frantically raising their placards.
Han Xiaoliu, who was sitting in the corner, straightened up slightly from her previous lazy posture.
He looked at the two curved scythes shimmering with dark red light in mid-air, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing deep in his eyes.
"Bloodthirsty Twin Techniques"... a killing technique using dual weapons...
A playful smile curved his lips as he thought to himself: The characteristics of this magic weapon's moves complement the techniques I need to summon the Spirit Shark General.
Not to mention, this magic weapon is exactly what I need, as it comes with pure demonic energy!
I must get my hands on it!
"Six hundred and eighty thousand!" A burly, demonic man with a face full of scars suddenly stood up and roared through gritted teeth.
"Seven hundred thousand!" Another old woman with a sinister face retorted sharply, her voice piercing the clamor.
The scene became extremely heated.
Han Xiaoliu didn't rush to raise his paddle. He just quietly watched everyone bidding wildly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.
He was waiting, waiting for the most opportune moment, to give this group of people a little "shock" in the most shocking way.
When the price was pushed up to 880,000 spirit stones and the bidding finally began to thin out, Han Xiaoliu stopped tapping his fingers on the table.
He slowly raised the number in his hand, a signature nonchalant, languid smile on his face, and in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear, he casually uttered a number:
One million.
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the young man in the corner, like ducks with their necks grabbed. One million… this far exceeded the actual value of the magical artifact; it was a complete display of overwhelming wealth!
The auctioneer froze for a full three seconds before reacting, his voice cracking with excitement: "One...one million spirit stones! This young friend has bid one million! Any higher bids? One million once! One million twice!"
"One million, three times! Sold!"
As the gavel fell heavily, Han Xiaoliu once again became the focus of everyone's attention.
He glanced at the complex emotions—shock, jealousy, and greed—in the eyes of the crowd below and sneered inwardly.
In this world of cultivation, money truly does make the world go round. And for Han Xiaoliu, money is the last thing he lacks.
With the auctioneer's deafening "Sold!", the entire auction hall fell into a deathly silence. Then, as if a pot had exploded, countless eyes instantly focused on Han Xiaoliu, and discussions rose and fell.
"One million... and he didn't even blink?" A gaunt, gloomy-eyed rogue cultivator sitting on the left stared intently at Han Xiaoliu's back, his eyes filled with greed and disbelief. "Where did this mere early-stage Core Formation kid get so many spirit stones? Could he be hiding some earth-shattering treasure?"
"Hmph, a rogue cultivator without any sect or faction, even if he dug up his ancestral graves, he couldn't scrape together that many!" Another burly, fleshy demonic cultivator gritted his teeth, his eyes practically dripping with blood, his tone filled with resentment and bitterness. "I've been licking blood off the edge of a knife for hundreds of years, and I can't even afford a decent magic weapon. What makes him so special?"
"Judging from his nonchalant demeanor, he must have a way to make money!" In the corner, several cultivators with shifty eyes and clearly ill intentions exchanged glances, their hearts already filled with wicked thoughts of killing and robbing.
One of the cultivators, dressed in black robes and with a sinister face, finally couldn't contain himself any longer. He stood up and, with a forced smile, probed loudly, "Fellow Daoist, how come a rogue cultivator has so many spirit stones to squander? Could it be... that you have some secret way of making money? Why not tell us so we can all benefit?"
Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoliu not only did not get angry, but instead curled up a very irritating smile.
He chuckled inwardly: Damn, you're the ones who forced me to show off, so don't blame me for being impolite!
He slowly stood up, and said in a remarkably Versailles-esque, somewhat affected, sighing tone, "Easy, easy! Alas... it's all because I was born into such a privileged family. A powerful master not only left me more spirit stones than I could ever spend in several lifetimes, but also arranged a Daoist partner for me! I was born destined to be a carefree playboy. This life, alas, so boring! So lonely!"
Upon hearing this, the entire audience gasped, followed by a burst of gritted teeth and curses.
Holy crap!
"Heavens have no eyes! How can a spoiled brat like you, who spends every night at the Miaoyin Sect, actually have a Daoist partner?!"
"I've been single for over a hundred years and haven't even held a female cultivator's hand, yet this good-for-nothing has a Daoist partner?!"
"It's so unfair! Comparisons are odious! It makes me so angry!"
Hearing the sour groans of the crowd below the stage, Han Xiaoliu was overjoyed, and his arrogant expression grew even stronger.
He spread his hands in feigned helplessness and continued, "It's all my fault! It's all because I'm too outstanding! My father-in-law insisted on making me his precious daughter his Daoist partner. If it weren't for the incredibly generous dowry he offered, I wouldn't even consider him! A mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator becoming my father-in-law is truly a stroke of good luck; his ancestors must have been blessed with good fortune, and his dreams have come true!"
"Pfft—" Someone in the audience spat out a mouthful of spiritual tea.
"Such a boastful boast! A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator sending you a daughter?" A young master from a noble family, dressed in brocade robes, sneered, his face full of disdain. "How powerful would one have to be to qualify? Do you think mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators are as common as cabbages, easily given to anyone as a father-in-law?"
"Exactly! In this chaotic star sea, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is already a powerful figure. Who would give their precious daughter to you?"
Faced with the crowd's rebuttals, Han Xiaoliu not only did not back down, but instead slightly raised his chin, his eyes revealing an arrogant disdain for the world, and uttered that name word by word:
"My god, Xiang Zhili! The number one Nascent Soul cultivator in the Great Jin Dynasty! The leader of the three Nascent Soul cultivators! Isn't that title awesome enough? Isn't he qualified enough?!"
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a brief silence once again.
However, the next second, an even more intense and deafening burst of laughter erupted!
"Hahahaha! The Great Jin? What Great Jin? I've lived for three hundred years and I've never even heard of it!"
"That's hilarious! A Nascent Soul cultivator? And the leader of the three Nascent Soul cultivators? Why don't you just say your father-in-law is the Lord of the Star Palace!"
"That's absolutely laughable! The strongest cultivators in our Chaotic Star Sea are the universally acknowledged Twin Saints of the Star Palace! You don't even know that, yet you dare to brag here?"
"Is this rogue cultivator crazy? He makes up stories without even thinking!"
The crowd laughed so hard they were doubled over, some even slapping their thighs, their eyes filled with mockery and ridicule as if they were looking at a fool.
With their limited knowledge and perspective as native cultivators of the Chaotic Star Sea, they had no idea where "Great Jin" was, and they thought that "Nascent Soul cultivators" were just myths made up in storybooks.
Despite the jeers that filled the room, Han Xiaoliu didn't even flinch.
He sat back down in his chair, picked up the spiritual tea on the table, took a leisurely sip, and his smile deepened.
He wasn't angry; he didn't even flinch.
Because he wasn't speaking to those narrow-minded people at all.
He was just waiting, waiting for the person who could truly understand the name.