Chapter 124: Mysterious Stele

Cang Luo’s livestream was unprecedented, with cumulative viewership reaching one billion during its hour-long broadcast.

Global netizens flooded Cang Luo with gifts; according to Feimao Live’s real-time statistics, the total exceeded one hundred million RMB, and the amount continued to rise.

Per the contract, Cang Luo would receive half.

This livestream also marked the best performance since Cang Luo revealed the existence of Yuanwu Continent, and the most satisfying to netizens.

Because viewers could learn about Yuanwu Continent’s various aspects through this auction—such as miraculous cultivation arts, treasures, and living high-grade demonic beasts.

They could also hear tales and anecdotes about Yuanwu Continent from the host and surrounding crowd, things never shown in Cang Luo’s previous livestreams.

Netizens excitedly posted barrage comments discussing every auction item, desperate to be there in person and claim them, imagining the grandeur after the two worlds connected.

“That seventh-rank Dragon-Slaying Blade was so badass—I’m getting a replica made tonight and selling it on Taobao.”

“I’m making one too, but I prefer that eighth-rank demonic beast, Xiaotian Tiger—weapons are inanimate, but beast companions are alive.”

“A top-grade earth-tier elixir costs forty to fifty million—Cang Luo said the Zhenyuan Pill that could make someone a martial artist was a lower-tier heavenly elixir, so wouldn’t it be even more expensive? Do we even have a chance to become martial artists?”

Male netizens focused on weapons, demonic beasts, elixirs, and cultivation arts—all related to cultivation—while some female netizens fixated on bizarre things.

“That Yin family young master who just bought Xiaotian Tiger… so handsome, so rich, with such an incredibly powerful background—Earth’s rich second generation aren’t even fit to carry his shoes, let alone the poor.”

“Ah! I want to marry him so badly—I’d even be his concubine...”

“Totally agree! After the two worlds connect, I’ll only marry a martial artist—preferably from Yuanwu Continent, Earth’s martial artists as backup, and ordinary people who can’t cultivate can just stay single...”

These female netizens’ remarks instantly sparked furious backlash from countless male netizens.

Suddenly, the entire livestream was flooded with insults: “bitch,” “slut,” “gold-digger,” and “female loser.”

The female netizens didn’t back down, immediately firing back with “loser,” “poor bastard,” “backup,” and “waste.”

Thus, a heated war erupted between male and female netizens in Cang Luo’s livestream.

But the fight lasted only minutes before stopping—not because moderators silenced them, but because an unexpected auction item stunned everyone into silence.

On Yuanwu Continent’s auction, an electric motorcycle from Earth appeared!

Global netizens were stunned, dumbfounded.

Cang Luo stared at the electric motorcycle on stage, lost in memory—recalling those days after his breakup and job loss, riding it to deliver food.

Cang Luo desperately wanted to bid on the motorcycle; his research on Yuan Power batteries had stalled halfway due to lack of testing equipment.

Now, here was a motorcycle he could use for testing, to continue his Yuan Power battery research.

But he patted his pocket—seven high-grade Yuan Stones—and his backpack—seventy second-rank demonic cores—and abandoned the idea.

Every previous item started at hundreds of high-grade Yuan Stones; this one wouldn’t be cheap either.

Cang Luo looked helplessly at the stage.

At that moment, the host raised a hand for silence and announced loudly: “This item was added last-minute; the next item was meant to be the auction’s grand finale...”

“Hehe! Dear lords, please wait a moment, have some tea and rest.”

He sipped the tea offered by the attendant, then continued: “This item was discovered by a seven-star bounty hunter, who claims it is a mechanism vehicle from Mo Family Mechanism City...”

Before he finished, someone burst into laughter: “You call this pile of rust and scrap a Mo Family Mechanism City vehicle? Not a trace of Yuan Power detected—how dare you call it a mechanism vehicle?”

“And look at that rusted metal—when did Mo Family Mechanism City ever use such cheap materials?”

“Take it away! We want the finale item—I paid ten low-grade Yuan Stones to see scrap metal?”

“Yes, yes! We want the finale item—just throw this scrap away...”

The crowd erupted in uproar, insisting the electric motorcycle was worthless scrap and demanding it be removed so they could see the finale.

The host looked embarrassed—he too believed this was no Mo Family mechanism vehicle, at best some blacksmith’s toy for a child.

This “mechanism vehicle” had no business being auctioned at all—only because the seven-star bounty hunter had the right to submit items and insisted on including it.

The Alliance couldn’t refuse, but the hunter knew this “mechanism vehicle” was likely worthless, saying “sell it for whatever you can get.”

The host weakly said: “The... mechanism vehicle’s starting bid is fifty high-grade Yuan Stones, with increments of at least one high-grade Yuan Stone.”

As soon as he spoke, laughter erupted louder, dripping with mockery.

Someone impatiently shouted: “You’re asking fifty high-grade Yuan Stones for this pile of scrap? Is the Martial Artists’ Alliance joking with us?”

“No, no!” The host shook his head frantically, sweat soaking his back—this would cost him his job. What should he do?

In the crowd, Cang Luo’s eyes lit up—he hadn’t expected the starting bid to be only fifty high-grade Yuan Stones...

Wait—fifty high-grade Yuan Stones equals seventy million RMB. A nearly Baofei electric motorcycle was being sold for seventy million!

Had he really thought that was low? Had he gotten too full of himself?

Cang Luo shook his head, nervous—afraid someone would bid. If no one bid, would it be a failed auction?

If it failed, he’d immediately scramble for money—Zhanlang Gang might have funds, and Wang Fuhai could lend him some...

As Cang Luo pondered how to raise money, the host suddenly said: “To save everyone’s time, we’re canceling the starting bid—please bid freely; highest bidder wins.”

The host scanned the crowd, hoping someone would bid.

Sadly, aside from a few low chuckles, no one raised a hand.

He knew now—no one would bid. Who would want scrap metal?

He sighed, deciding to remove the pile of rust.

But just then, someone shouted: “One high-grade Yuan Stone...”

Who? Who was bidding on this pile of scrap?

The host and crowd turned to the bidder—a man with dirty clothes and a large backpack beside him, staring blankly and grinning foolishly.

Someone laughed: “Oh? Look who it is—a fool! Only a fool would buy this scrap!”

The crowd burst into laughter—the fool was Cang Luo.

At that moment, Cang Luo wore a simple, dopey expression, truly resembling a fool—but he didn’t care; the more they thought him foolish, the happier he was.

Surely no one would bid against a fool?

He’d just been planning to raise money after a failed auction—now it was being sold at rock-bottom price with free bidding. How unexpected!

Cang Luo kept playing the fool, heart pounding, terrified someone would bid, terrified someone would recognize the motorcycle.

Seconds ticked by. The host stared expectantly at the crowd, hoping for a bid.

But the crowd only looked impatient—no one showed interest.

The host sighed helplessly and awkwardly announced: “Alright! Congratulations to this... Xuantian Sect disciple for winning the mechanism vehicle.”

Cang Luo was overjoyed but dared not show it—only bowed dumbly in thanks.

After winning the motorcycle, Cang Luo wanted to immediately collect it and leave—but the host excitedly declared: “Now comes the grand finale of this auction!”

Cang Luo stopped. He was deeply curious about the finale item, so he suppressed his eagerness to leave and waited.

Soon, two large men carried out a black stele the size of a coffee table and placed it beside the host.

One side of the stele was sharply edged, engraved with ancient script and murals; the other side was perfectly smooth, devoid of any bumps or carvings.

The host pointed to the murals: “This stele is at least eighteen hundred years old. Its front bears Qin Dynasty ancient script and murals.”

“Based on partial script and imagery, we believe this stele contains clues to the location of a secret realm...”

He glanced at the murmuring crowd and continued: “According to Alliance investigations, this secret realm is very likely the location of the Qin Dynasty’s dragon vein.”

“Of course, since this stele is incomplete, finding the secret realm and obtaining the dragon vein requires collecting all the complete stele fragments...”

At these words, the entire hall fell into shock—even the elders in the upper balconies rose to their feet.

The Five Elements Hall Elder exclaimed: “Secret realm? Qin Dynasty dragon vein? Is this true?”

In the adjacent suite, the Star Constellation Palace Elder stroked his beard and smiled: “If the Martial Artists’ Alliance dares to claim and sell it, the secret realm is nine-tenths real. Whether it’s truly the Qin dragon vein’s location? That’s unknown.”

He glanced sharply at the host, smiling slyly: “The Alliance invited us here—wasn’t it for this stele?”

In another suite, the head of the Xi family in Danyang County asked: “Elder Zheng, what do you mean?”

Elder Zheng—the same Star Constellation Palace Elder—smiled: “This stele is incomplete. The Alliance likely intends to use this auction as bait—to draw out the remaining fragments...”

The elders in the balconies paused, thought for a moment, and realized it made perfect sense.

The Martial Artists’ Alliance, seeking to collect all stele fragments, had put up one fragment as bait to lure the others...

Their conversation wasn’t conducted via telepathy; Elder Zheng spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Upon hearing this, especially the bounty hunters, all leaned forward, eyes fixed on the black stele.

A three-star bounty hunter gasped: “A secret realm! And one tied to the Qin dragon vein—what’s inside? Heavenly-tier cultivation arts? Heavenly-tier elixirs? Ninth-rank weapons? Even sacred artifacts? Countless cultivation resources?”

“If we find this secret realm, won’t we become emperors or sovereigns?”

“Don’t dream—it’s not for you. Just stay a humble bounty hunter!”

Don’t harbor delusions—do you think it’s your turn? Just be a humble bounty hunter!

In the crowd, Cang Luo heard the elders’ words. He pushed forward, opened his phone camera, and secretly photographed the stele’s script and murals.

Of course, Cang Luo had no intention of searching for secret realms or Qin dragon veins—he didn’t want to die.

Not even a secret realm—if he had the other fragments, he’d throw them away immediately.

He understood well: “An innocent man is guilty for possessing a treasure.”

He bid on the stele only out of curiosity—to see it clearly.

Or perhaps, someday, it might be useful...

Secret realm!

Dragon vein!

Who wouldn’t want it?