Chapter 977: Vanishing History

Nonsense, of course I will! I'd exchange as many as there are. Money is easy to earn, but getting a big demon to be his thug, and to be as easy as an arm and a finger, that's too hard! To win over the Spider Demon sisters, He Lingchuan had to risk offending Beijia and exposing himself.

Fang Canran's eyes lit up: "That's even more cost-effective. Is Dong's demon puppet for sale? On Platinum Island, this must be a rare commodity."

He Lingchuan immediately looked at Dong Rui and raised his eyebrows.

Yes, demon puppets are also expensive. Why doesn't this guy sell two useless ones for money? Dong Rui shrank in a second: "Not for sale. They are not commodities."

And then he looked at He Lingchuan eagerly: "Then those three materials—?"

He Lingchuan said angrily: "You didn't say that refining demon puppets was so expensive before."

"Otherwise, why am I so poor? And you won't let me go out and rob houses." Dong Rui was full of sadness. "If I can't get money and materials, the research won't go on."

If materials could be obtained so easily, why would he follow He Lingchuan? He Lingchuan pressed his temples, hesitating for a long time.

Money, money, I'm really sorry for you.

Finally, he sighed and said to Fang Canran: "Okay, let's settle it."

Dong Rui was overjoyed and patted his chest with a thud: "Don't worry, this money will definitely be worth more than the value! When the little baby is born, you will feel it's worth it at a glance!"

He Lingchuan couldn't be bothered to look at him more. The 400,000 taels he just got hadn't been warmed up yet, and 180,000 went out first! 81 minus 18, he only had 630,000 left.

Sigh, doing scientific research requires throwing money, and throwing money doesn't necessarily produce results.

Fang Canran put away the material list: "Okay, I'll take care of this."

At night, the dark cape tower lit up with two points of light, looking like stars in the sky at first glance.

The Ghost Market is open, and there is an auction tonight.

The streets that were cold and clear during the day were illuminated as bright as day by enthusiastic torches. Almost all shops were open, whether it was taverns and restaurants, or theaters and red houses, the temporary stalls set up on the streets were steaming, and the peddlers were shouting endlessly.

Eating, drinking, and having fun, everything is available.

There were also many people, not knowing where they were hiding during the day.

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui strolled all the way and ate all the way.

Of course, the most lively ones were all kinds of material shops. He Lingchuan looked at several, the things were strange, but he had no interest, while Dong Rui plunged into a material shop specializing in zero-and-broken materials and refused to come out.

After another half an hour, He Lingchuan found Fang Canran, and the auction began.

The auction was held in a large house on Platinum Island, with three floors in total, making it convenient for more guests to see the auction exhibition stand in the middle

The auction on Platinum Island was held in a large mansion with three floors in total, making it convenient for more guests to see the auction display stand in the center of the first floor.

In terms of environment, this place was not as high-end as Dun Garden in Lingxu City, and no one provided you with comprehensive service. But when the auctioneer brought out the items, they still had to give everyone a good explanation.

For example, this set: "Three hundred and seventy refined iron straight swords, three feet three inches long. Seventy-seven of them have minor flaws, which can be polished out. No retail sales, one lump price of one thousand one hundred taels. The goods are on the ship; they will be unloaded immediately upon purchase."

The origin was not mentioned at all, and twenty percent had flaws. As soon as He Lingchuan heard this, he knew they were "used," and he had no idea which battlefield these weapons had been scavenged from.

But the price of one thousand one hundred taels was quite reasonable. Judging from the samples displayed on-site, the quality was acceptable and the craftsmanship passed muster; there would be no problem using them to hack people.

Seeing that He Lingchuan was somewhat tempted, Fang Canran immediately asked, "Are you interested in this batch?"

"I have so many islands, I can't have no one to guard the grounds." Timber, farm tools, and seeds were easy to buy, but weapons were the only things that couldn't be purchased through official channels; neither Bailie nor the Qing Nation would sell them. If He Lingchuan went around asking to buy them, it would inevitably arouse the vigilance of others.

He was unlucky; Min Tianxi and Huang Zhao originally had military equipment smuggling channels in the Mou Nation, but they hadn't been able to get any goods recently either.

"There's another batch of swords and spears coming the day after tomorrow, the quality might be even better." Fang Canran said in a low voice, "Should I set them aside for you?"

He Lingchuan was overjoyed: "Then I'll leave it to you."

The items presented on the stage were varied and miscellaneous, and some looked like stolen goods at a glance. He Lingchuan had originally only wanted to watch the excitement, but in the end, he still placed bids on a few pieces.

The key was that the prices were truly cost-effective.

No wonder the ghost market on Platinum Island was so crowded; cost-effectiveness was the ultimate truth.

Watching the items go up and down, the two chatted for a while longer, and then another weapon was sent up to the display stand.

The auction venue was already using fluorescent spores, and there was one at the front, back, left, and right, illuminating every angle and every detail of the item on the stage clearly.

He Lingchuan had originally been indifferent, but as his gaze swept across the stage, he suddenly froze:

The new exhibit on stage was a black spear.

There was a blood groove on the spear tip; seen from afar, it looked a bit like the nib of a fountain pen, and it had cloud-like patterns.

Below the spearhead, there was originally a ring for hanging tassels, but it had fallen off, leaving only a stub.

A red jade bead was embedded in the spear handle.

Why did the style of this spear look so familiar? He Lingchuan sat up straight with a start, his hot blood surging to his head.

It was exactly the same as General Hong's beloved spear! The auctioneer also said in a loud voice: "This piece needs no further introduction—the Thunder-Responding Spear!"

Even the name was the same? No, that's not right!

From this spear, he couldn't feel the iron-blooded killing intent that could traverse thousands of armies and horses at all.

When fighting True Person Sanshui in the Panlong Secret Realm, He Lingchuan was wearing General Hong's battle armor, and what he held in his hand was the Thunder-Responding Spear!

That kind of telepathic connection, that feeling of being flesh and blood, was completely absent in the spear on the stage.

On this point, he couldn't possibly be mistaken.

"Thunder-Responding Spear?" He turned his head and asked Fang Canran, "Where did this spear come from?"

It was the first time Fang Canran had seen his eyes opened so wide.

He Xiao could also be this emotionally agitated? "This isn't real..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a guest in the front row was already shouting: "A fake is a fake, make that clear, don't mislead people!"

"Everyone knows this can't be real." The auctioneer laughed, "Alright then, the original owner called it the 'Little Thunder-Responding Spear.' The spear shaft is eight feet long, weighs eight jin, and the details are consistent with the original version of the Thunder-Responding Spear, and it is equipped with the divine ability 'Shrinking Thunder Technique.' Although it's not the original, it's still a good item. Those interested can come up and weigh it for themselves."

Sure enough, a fake is a fake. Otherwise, the Floating Life Blade would have reacted long ago.

"Everyone knows?" He Lingchuan turned his head and asked Fang Canran, "Is the original version of this spear very famous?"

Fang Canran was puzzled: "You don't even know the ins and outs, why are you so agitated?"

"I feel like this spear and I are fated." He Lingchuan subconsciously clenched his fists, "I mean the original version."

If something is based on "I feel," then there's no reasoning with it.

Fang Canran was helpless when he heard this: "The Thunder-Responding Spear is a famous spear of the current era; there are too many imitations of it outside. Things like the Little Thunder-Responding Spear, the Green-Pattern Thunder-Responding Spear, the Hundred-Refined Thunder-Responding Spear..."

"Why?" With so many divine weapons available, why do these people specifically imitate the Thunder-Responding Spear! "Where is the original version?"

"The Mou Nation Royal Palace." Fang Canran's voice pierced through the noise of the auction and reached He Lingchuan's ears, "The real Thunder-Responding Spear is the personal divine weapon of the founding emperor of the Mou Nation."

As the Mou Nation rose, this spear also became famous along with it.

"The founding emperor of the Mou Nation?" He Lingchuan heard himself say in a hoarse voice, "Where did he get it from?"

Fang Canran silently mouthed two words.

He Lingchuan recognized his lip movements and gasped:

"Ling...?"

Lingshan!

Fang Canran held a finger to his lips and gave a soft "shh": "Keep it down."

Fortunately, the surroundings were noisy.

He then added: "This was... bestowed upon the founding ancestor of the Mou Nation."

The Thunder-Responding Spear of the Mou Nation's founding emperor was bestowed by Lingshan? Then where did Lingshan get this divine spear? Fang Canran's answer switched back to "I don't know." Lingshan had countless secret treasures and divine objects; why would they introduce the origin of each one to everyone?

He Lingchuan's heart was in chaos, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

The Thunder-Responding Spear was General Hong's personal spear; there could be no mistake about that.

Thinking of the various legends about the pirates in Blade Harbor, Commissioner Wu felt resentful in his heart.

He Lingchuan knew the final outcome of Panlongcheng and General Hong very well. This spear should have accompanied General Hong on the battlefield until she reached the end of her life.

And then? And then! Who took this spear? Whether it fell into the hands of Baling, Xianyou, or Beijia as spoils of war, He Lingchuan wouldn't find it strange.

After all, it truly was a divine object.

After all, its former owner truly was a fierce and invincible famous general of her generation.

This was a divine artifact with both collection value and utility value maxed out.

But how could it be Lingshan?! From any angle, it was impossible! Unless, unless Lingshan people were also present at the great battle where General Hong fell.

Why were they there?

What did they do? Why were they able to get this highly significant trophy from the final victor a step ahead of everyone else?

He Lingchuan sat stiffly in his seat, chills seeping down his back one after another, his mind replaying the meeting and conversation between Zhong Shengguang and Lu Xun over and over again.

At that time, the isolated Panlongcheng was very eager to obtain the support of Lingshan.

At that time, Zhong Shengguang spoke eloquently to Lu Xun about his ideals.

However, Panlongcheng was eventually destroyed.

He Lingchuan carefully recalled all the history of Panlongcheng he had read and heard; there wasn't a single word about Lingshan, not one! It was as if someone had wiped away the relevant records, leaving no trace behind, never to be seen again.

Then, before Panlongcheng perished, what role did Lingshan play, and what kind of part did it act? He Lingchuan took a long breath, barely suppressing the boiling in his heart.

Over a hundred years. After more than a hundred years, Lingshan stood before him again, just as it had stood before Zhong Shengguang more than one hundred and sixty years ago.

At that time, Zhong Shengguang was just like He Lingchuan now, feeling very close to Lingshan and full of hope.

Hoping for a united front, hoping to join forces against the enemy, hoping to overthrow Beijia together.

But what was Zhong Shengguang's final end? How could he repeat the mistakes of Zhong Shengguang and General Hong? He should suppress his impatience, adjust his strategy, be careful, and be even more careful! "Brother He?" Fang Canran's voice seemed to come from far away, and it took the third call to wake him up, "Brother He!"

(End of chapter)