Chapter 64: The Price of the Nameless Sword

Wang Ping carefully observed the damaged spiritual armor in the water.

The spiritual armor was light blue, consisting of only one arm guard and a chest plate.

The chest plate was almost intact, but covered in dense cracks.

The worst damage was near the abdomen, where a finger-sized hole had black burn marks around its edges.

There, the armor's structure was likely destroyed, so even after special cleaning, the black marks could not be removed.

Compared to the chest plate, the arm guard was relatively intact, with only a few depressions and minor cracks.

From the armor's devastation, one could imagine how fierce the battle its owner once endured must have been.

At this moment, Elder Bai said, "Although this spiritual armor is damaged, it can still block an attack at the Qi Refining Peak; everyone, please look!"

After speaking, a short spear appeared in Elder Bai's hand; from the spiritual power fluctuations it emitted, it was clearly a top-grade magic artifact.

Only see his whole body burst with blue light, obviously mobilizing all his spiritual power to the fullest.

"Everyone, watch closely!"

Elder Bai suddenly spoke, then he thrust the short spear directly at the damaged spiritual armor.

Wang Ping was still seeing for the first time the move of a Qi Refining Peak expert.

Because he possessed a perfect Azure Edge Sword, he could have an excellent comparison.

In terms of sheer force, Elder Bai's strike already surpassed his Azure Edge Sword; Wang Ping was not surprised, after all, the spiritual power of a Qi Refining Peak cultivator is already in a gas-liquid mixed state.

But the Azure Edge Sword excels in sharpness; its sword light can directly pierce even an attack from a Qi Refining Great Completion cultivator.

Comparing the two, Wang Ping found that the ordinary sword-light state of his Azure Edge Sword was still insufficient to cleave Elder Bai's strike.

While Wang Ping silently pondered Elder Bai's attack, the other cultivators' gazes were fixed solely on the armor.

Ding!

A strike from a Qi Refining Peak cultivator hit a first-tier puppet wearing the armor; the puppet was flung back, but the armor only retained a shallow white indentation.

Clamor!

The whole hall erupted in clamor; all cultivators gazed fervently at the armor that had been recalled.

Seeing that the test effect had been achieved.

Elder Bai smiled slightly: "One piece of damaged spiritual armor, starting bid ten thousand spirit stones, each raise must be no less than three thousand."

"Fifteen thousand!"

"Twenty thousand! I'll take this armor!"

"Twenty thousand to get the armor? Don't dream! I bid twenty-three thousand!" a cultivator shouted.

The auction's fervent atmosphere was shocking; even after reaching twenty thousand, it couldn't stop the layers of price increases.

In just half a cup of tea's time, the price had risen to twenty-seven thousand; at that point, everyone finally became a bit cautious.

"I bid thirty thousand!"

As soon as the thirty-thousand bid was made, the scene fell instantly silent.

Wang Ping, already seated back in his chair, did not participate in the bidding; although the armor was good, he could not forget that his purpose for coming here was to obtain the Qing Emperor Longevity Technique.

Moreover, he possessed a talisman that could block three breaths of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the descending crystal light protection of the Heaven-Overturning Seal.

Therefore, for him, the spiritual armor was merely an added bonus.

Moreover, spending thirty thousand spirit stones on this damaged armor was indeed somewhat inflated, especially since the price would continue to rise.

"Thirty-three thousand!"

At that moment, the VIP in the upstairs private box finally made a move, raising the bid by only three thousand, and the lower hall fell silent.

Wang Ping's gaze involuntarily turned toward the diagonal opposite side, where the earlier bid had come from.

Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Ping frowned slightly, wondering if it was an acquaintance.

But the people he knew were basically all outside in the Dao Auction Hall, bidding on materials needed for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

After the person in that private box placed a bid, no one else on the floor bid.

Thus, this damaged spiritual armor was finally sold for thirty-three thousand spirit stones.

With a hint of doubt, Wang Ping began the subsequent bidding.

The second auction item was a rare ice-attribute material: Ice Crystal, an excellent primary material for crafting magic artifacts with ice attributes.

Wang Ping had little interest in this material; if it were Ice Soul Stone, he might still contend for it.

However, Ice Soul Stone would not appear at an auction of this level.

In the end, that Ice Crystal was bought by a cultivator from the lower hall for fifteen thousand spirit stones.

Immediately afterward, materials, elixirs, herbs, and metal ores were auctioned one after another.

These things broadened Wang Ping's horizons; many items he had never even heard of were purchased by some people, obviously each having a designated buyer.

No wonder they would hold another VIP auction; many cultivators would have no use for these items.

Soon, Wang Ping's spirit shook, and he stared fixedly at the auction item just presented.

Below, Elder Bai said, "Everyone, the next auction item is a top-grade spiritual artifact: the Nameless Sword!"

The reputation of a top-grade spiritual artifact was undoubtedly attractive; the cultivators in the lower hall all turned their gazes to the Nameless Sword lying still on the auction platform.

In the world of cultivation, there are many sword practitioners, but a good sword artifact is extremely rare.

Therefore, when the Nameless Sword appeared, it caused a rare emotional fluctuation among the cultivators below.

Elder Bai smiled slightly and said, "Everyone, this Nameless Sword is a top-grade magic artifact infused with ninety-six percent of heaven and earth's mighty power. You all know what that means, right?"

Ninety-six percent!

Moreover, some cultivators shouted that it was impossible; Elder Bai did not argue, directly infused spiritual power, activated the Nameless Sword, and a blade of light several zhang high shot up into the sky.

The entire VIP auction hall, as the sword light appeared, was instantly dyed with a layer of pale green glow.

Pop!

The windows of the private rooms on the second floor were flung open one after another, and many people stood directly at the windows to observe that nameless sword below.

"The blade is ninety‑six percent azure‑green; it is indeed a top‑grade spiritual artifact infused with ninety‑six percent of heaven and earth's mighty power—could this be the work of that grandmaster?"

The cultivator who had just won the bid for the spirit armor spoke up, and upon hearing a familiar voice, Wang Ping couldn't help but open the window and look over.

Old Bai smiled slightly and said, "So it is Master Chiyanzi's esteemed disciple, Young Master Mosheng—but please forgive this old man for saying so, the artificer who forged the nameless sword is unwilling to reveal his name."

Mosheng nodded, smiled, and closed the window.

Mosheng!

Wang Ping couldn't recall it at first, but upon thinking of Chiyanzi he suddenly realized—wasn't this Mosheng the one he had forgotten in the great formation back then?

How did he become Chiyanzi's disciple? From Old Bai's tone, it seems his standing in Chiyanzi's eyes is not low.

"The bidding for the top‑grade magical artifact, the nameless sword, begins now—opening bid ten thousand spirit stones, each raise must be no less than five hundred!"

The sound of the bidding starting below pulled Wang Ping back from his reverie.

He no longer dwelled on that matter, but instead focused on what price his own nameless sword would fetch at auction.

"Twelve thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand five hundred!"

"Fourteen thousand!"

…………

The bidding grew fiercely intense, and the price quickly rose to eighteen thousand spirit stones.

Wang Ping's face broke into a satisfied smile.

Ordinary top‑grade magical artifacts usually sell for between ten thousand and fifteen thousand spirit stones.

"Eighteen thousand!"

There is no doubt it has far exceeded the price of a top‑grade spiritual artifact.

Moreover, the bidding momentum on the floor shows no sign of stopping; one reason for this situation is the fervent atmosphere of the auction.

Second, the nameless sword's quality is excellent, and its appearance is superb—after all, a top‑grade magical artifact with a ninety‑six percent perfection rate is exceedingly rare.

Such a piece is hardly seen even once in thirty years.

Therefore everyone has geared up to take part in the bidding.

After lingering at eighteen thousand for ten breaths, the price rose again, finally settling at twenty thousand spirit stones.

Wang Ping let out a sigh—"Hu"—and drew a breath; just moments ago he had actually grown nervous, but seeing his own forged top‑grade magical artifact so popular, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time a greedy flicker of regret arose—why couldn't it rise a bit more?

Soon after, he laughed at his own thought—twenty thousand spirit stones absolutely exceeds the original price of a top‑grade spiritual artifact, yet hearing the excited voice of the cultivator who won the nameless sword, Wang Ping knew that cultivator was obviously pleased.

Indeed, the nameless sword's appearance is splendid, enough to make any cultivator who likes it go wild with delight.

"Fellow Daoists, the difficulty of foundation establishment is surely something you all understand!"

As soon as Old Bai's words left his mouth, the cultivators present were all jolted in spirit.

Wang Ping whispered, "Finally it's the turn of the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

As for this renowned pill of the cultivation world here, he had long admired its reputation.

He was very curious about what it actually looked like.

That doubt was about to be dispelled—below, a tray was placed on the auction platform.

In the center of the tray lay a jade bottle; even though he had no chance to achieve foundation establishment, upon seeing the Foundation Establishment Pill again, Old Bai could not help but feel a mixture of emotions.

But having weathered many storms, he quickly adjusted his mindset and spoke loudly:

"The three great hurdles of qi and blood, spiritual power, and divine sense have felled countless heroes; heaven pityingly sees that the appearance of the Foundation Establishment Pill surely rekindles many fellow Daoists' yearning for longevity."

"Next up is the auction of five Foundation Establishment Pills!"

"Whoa!"

All the cultivators erupted—who knows, in the Western Drooping Land how rare a Foundation Establishment Pill is to see.

Now, five Foundation Establishment Pills have actually appeared outright—this is nothing short of a heavenly sweet rain!