"I bid 10 million!"

A booming voice suddenly rang out from Box 3 at the Linlang Auction in Celestial Feather City.

The Xiao Family Clan Leader, Xiao Mo, half-jokingly said:

"It seems everyone is silent, so I'll break the ice."

As Xiao Mo's voice fell, the scene instantly became heated.

The weapon displayed on the stage is a Tier Six Holy Artifact!!!

Ever since the Magic Tide erupted on the Nine Nether Continent thousands of years ago, causing countless strong individuals to vanish into thin air.

With their disappearance came the loss of numerous civilizations across the Nine Nether Continent.

This included the techniques for refining advanced Magic Potions and forging Magic Equipment.

Over the millennia,

through the continuous accumulation of countless talents in this field, a comprehensive system has been established.

Yet, the forging technique for Tier Six Holy Artifacts and above remains a hurdle that countless artifact refining geniuses today cannot overcome.

It's safe to say that the Holy Artifact level equipment remaining on the Nine Nether Continent today are all relics from thousands of years ago.

Each one is a unique treasure. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Those here at the auction today are not only drawn to the Elemental Spirits but also to this rare Sacred Artifact.

Just after Xiao Mo's words fell, the Elder from Box 4 of the Duan Family impatiently spoke:

"12 million."

Next was the Liu Family:

"15 million."

...

Interestingly, this bidding has become an intense "confrontation" among the three major families of Celestial Feather City.

The entire venue resounded with the voices of the three families:

Xiao Mo angrily shouted with a stern face:

"20 million!"

But just after he finished speaking, the Duan Family Elder followed up again:

"21 million."

Liu Family:

"23 million."

At this moment, the high-level members of the Xiao Family in Box 3 all looked shocked:

"Clan Leader, we can't increase it anymore."

"Otherwise, we won't stand a chance for the Elemental Spirits later."

Xiao Mo, in Box 3, with eyes burning, looked at the Holy Artifact on stage, gritting his teeth:

"I'll raise it one last time."

Then ignoring everyone's advice, Xiao Mo brazenly announced:

"25 million!"

What's unexpected to Xiao Mo is.

With this price, the venue suddenly went silent.

It was clear the other two families weren't planning to raise it further.

This scene brought a gleam of hope to Xiao Mo's face:

"There's hope!"

But soon he realized something, nervously looking at the other boxes whose occupants hadn't joined the bidding.

Do they lack money?

Clearly not.

Xiao Mo knew the Swordsman Guild here this time wouldn't give up on this rare Holy Artifact so easily.

At this moment, more anxious than Xiao Mo was Zong Renhai, standing on stage.

He looked at the silent boxes, his heart eagerly hoping someone would continue to bid.

But after waiting a while, no one continued to bid.

This made Zong Renhai's heart sink sharply.

Seeing Zong Renhai unmoved, Xiao Mo's face turned unsightly as he reminded:

"Elder Zong, what are you waiting for?"

After almost ten seconds of stalemate, a fine sweat broke out on Zong Renhai's forehead.

Knowing this weapon at their Linlang Pavilion had a guaranteed minimum bid!

Initially, Linlang Pavilion set the lowest price for this Sacred Artifact at a whopping 40 million.

If it doesn't sell for that much, Linlang Pavilion would have to make up the difference.

Despite his inner reluctance, his long-standing professional ethics and the reputation of Linlang Pavilion forced Zong Renhai to reluctantly shout:

"Box 3 bids 25 million, first call."

This was the most powerless shout he had ever given hosting an auction:

"Box 3 bids 25 million, second call."

In the box where Lin Yi was, he could clearly feel the tense atmosphere permeating the auction site.

Every moment seemed interminably long.

But does this Holy Sword really only worth 25 million?

Just as Zong Renhai picked up the gavel, ready to confirm the bid.

A voice full of authority suddenly rang out from Box 1:

"I can feel this Sacred Artifact shares a destiny with me, and I hope everyone will make my wish come true."

"Huo thanks everyone in advance."

"I bid thirty million."

As Huo Zhenxiong spoke, Xiao Mo's eyes widened instantly:

"Bang!"

Then he collapsed powerlessly into his chair, gritting his teeth with an unwilling expression:

"Damn bastard."

Zong Renhai looked towards Huo Zhenxiong's private room in disbelief, a flash of displeasure in his eyes, but he dared not show it too obviously, saying:

"VIP number 1 has bid thirty million."

"This is a rare Tier-Six Sacred Artifact, any higher bids?"

At this moment, a rough voice came from room number 6:

"City Lord Huo, aren't your words breaking the rules?"

The one speaking was the President of the Celestial Feather City Swordsman Guild: Chu Heng.

He was the burly man with a great sword on his back in room number 6.

Currently, Chu Heng's face was full of displeasure.

Although this 'Holy Sword' appeared much more slender than the two-handed great sword on his back,

it couldn't stop him from loving swords as a swordsman.

He originally planned to bid before Huo Zhenxiong spoke, but he was unexpectedly beaten to it.

What irked Chu Heng the most was the remark made by Huo Zhenxiong.

Evidently, Huo Zhenxiong intended to acquire this Holy Sword with just thirty million.

His previous words seemed casual,

but the underlying threat was quite obvious.

Anyone with some sense on the scene could clearly hear it.

Though Huo Zhenxiong's approach was indeed unscrupulous and annoying,

due to certain reasons, Chu Heng really didn't want to offend him over this matter.

Chu Heng's earlier words were merely a reminder for certain people.

Certain people?

Isn't it just referring to the Pavilion Master of Linlang Pavilion, Ling Yuwei?

Ling Yuwei, from room number 2, stood up angrily:

"City Lord Huo, are you pretending I don't exist?"

Just thirty million to buy a Tier Six Sacred Artifact invaluable far beyond that price.

Not to mention how this would impact the prestige of Linlang Pavilion, just the basics.

If Huo Zhenxiong truly buys it for thirty million, the loss to Linlang Pavilion would be enormous.

As the Pavilion Master of Linlang Pavilion, she couldn't simply sit idly by and watch such a thing happen right under her nose.

Inside the private room, Huo Zhenxiong maintained a nonchalant expression and said:

"Oh no, no, no!"

"It's an auction, the highest bidder wins."

"Pavilion Master Ling, if you're interested in this Sacred Artifact, I don't mind your status. Just place your bid."

"Fair competition for everyone."

"You!"

Ling Yuwei's face suddenly turned red with anger as she glared at the adjacent room.

Everyone knew that Ling Yuwei was a Mage.

Would a Mage spend tens of millions on a weapon she couldn't even use?

Even Linlang Pavilion, with its wealth, wouldn't engage in such wasteful behavior.

Moreover, Huo Zhenxiong's remark carried an obvious mocking tone.

If Ling Yuwei really started bidding, to avoid being accused of driving up the price, she would have to purchase this Sacred Artifact.

Only by doing so could she prove she wasn't intentionally inflating the price.

But if she truly went down that path.

If Huo Zhenxiong kept bidding, Ling Yuwei would find herself in a very passive position, having no choice but to keep bidding.

Even if she won, she would have to pay a price far exceeding its actual value to get this Sacred Artifact.

This was not something Ling Yuwei wanted to see.

With this thought, Ling Yuwei boiled with anger and said:

"City Lord Huo, you're really cunning!"

Huo Zhenxiong chuckled:

"Thank you for your generosity, Pavilion Master Ling."

Even Huo Zhenxiong realized his actions were excessive.

However, he had his reasons to obtain this weapon, so he stepped back and said:

"This time only, it won't happen again."

"Rest assured, Pavilion Master Ling."

With Huo Zhenxiong's words, Zong Renhai knew there was no turning back, so he had to announce:

"VIP number 1 bids thirty million for the first time."

...

"VIP number 1 bids thirty million for the second time."

...

"VIP number 1 bids thirty million..."

Just then, a piercing voice interrupted Zong Renhai:

"Thirty-one million."