Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 278: 32 Medium-Quality Spiritual Stones

Of course, there were also some people who had some fantasies about this incomplete martial arts book. At the edge of the auction house, a group of representatives from small families from Liuyun City sat. Their eyes occasionally flashed with desire and expectation, staring closely at the Lotus Sword Art.

These small families have limited strength among the many forces in Liuyun City. They have always suffered from the lack of cultivation methods for the Golden Core Realm. It is extremely difficult for the cultivators in the family to make further progress on the road of cultivation. Although the so-called "Lotus Sword Art" is a fragment, it is like a ray of light in the darkness for them. If they can get it, they may have a chance to glimpse the Golden Core Realm, which will improve the family's strength and change its status in Liuyun City.

However, all fantasies stopped at the starting price of 300 medium-grade spirit stones. As they looked at that number, the light in their eyes gradually dimmed.

It's not that these small families can't get these spirit stones. After all, after years of accumulation, gritting their teeth and scraping together, there is no way out. The problem is that if you spend so many spirit stones and fail to achieve the expected effect, then these spirit stones will be wasted. Moreover, three hundred medium-grade spirit stones are already the income of some small families for three years. It is the wealth accumulated by countless people in the family through hard work and frugality. For this gamble with a high chance of losing, everyone lacks confidence. They dare not easily bet the family's future and wealth on such an incomplete practice method, for fear that if they are not careful, the family will fall into an irreparable situation.

This worry and fear made them back out before the auction started, which was why the item had been unsold. They could only watch the Lotus Sword Art with reluctance, but they had no choice but to continue struggling in the current predicament and looking for other possible opportunities.

At this moment, Shen Yun in the box saw the Lotus Sword Art, and he could not help but be moved. He was originally leaning lazily on the chair, but at this moment he straightened his back, staring at the ancient book on the auction table, his pupils flashing with excitement.

This reminded him of the Blue Lotus Sword Art that his family practiced. Only when one has practiced to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, wouldn't this complement the Lotus Sword Art? Thinking of this, Shen Yun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Shen Yun even had a bolder idea deep in his heart. This so-called "Lotus Sword Art" was the follow-up to the "Blue Lotus Sword Art". Thinking of this, Shen Yun couldn't help but clench his hands into fists and lean forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait to get the "Lotus Sword Art" in his hands.

His breathing also became slightly rapid, and his eyes were full of determination. Lin Ruyi, who was standing by, noticed Shen Yun's abnormality and turned her head to look at him curiously. She saw that Shen Yun's cheeks were slightly flushed due to excitement, and beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

Shen Yun licked his dry lips, his eyes never leaving the book "Lotus Sword Technique".

"Brother Yun, are you interested in this incomplete copy?" Lin Ruyi tilted her head, looked at Shen Yun with her lively eyes, and asked. There was a hint of confusion on her face, and she really didn't understand why Shen Yun showed such a strong interest in such an incomplete copy of the technique.

Shen Yun nodded, his eyes still fixed on the "Lotus Sword Art" on the auction table, and expressed his guess without any concealment: "Ruyi, the "Refining Sword Art" here should be the sequel to my family's practice. My family's "Green Lotus Sword Art" has no subsequent content after practicing to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and this practice just starts from the Golden Core Realm. Connecting many clues together, it is very likely to be the key to connecting my family's practice." As he said this, Shen Yun's eyes flashed with determination and confidence. His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his body trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was very excited.

After listening to Shen Yun's words, Lin Ruyi nodded thoughtfully. She looked at Shen Yun and said, "In that case, Brother Yun, you must take it down." Her eyes were full of support for Shen Yun.

At the auction table, Liu Chong held the gavel in his hand and glanced at the people below the stage. Seeing that no one had made an offer for a long time, he sighed helplessly. This "Lotus Sword Art" had been unsold many times, and it seemed that it was still not popular this time. However, as the host of the auction, he could only proceed with the process step by step.

Liu Chong cleared his throat, trying to make his voice loud and powerful. However, with no one responding, his voice seemed a little weak: "Three hundred mid-grade spirit stones for one time." There was silence in the audience. The monks either lowered their heads to talk or shook their heads and sighed. No one showed any interest in this fragment. Liu Chong's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he continued to shout: "Three hundred mid-grade spirit stones for two times." The gavel in his hand was slightly raised, as if it would fall in the next second, announcing that this item had failed to be sold again.

Just as he was about to say it for the third time, a steady voice came from the VIP box above: "Three hundred and ten mid-grade spirit stones." This voice broke the silence at the auction site. Liu Chong was stunned at first, then a look of surprise appeared on his face, and his eyes looked towards the VIP box where the voice came from.

It was Shen Yun who called the price. At this moment, Shen Yun was sitting in the box, looking firmly at the auction table, and Lin Ruyi beside him also had a supportive look on his face. Although Shen Yun's bidding was not loud, it was particularly clear in this quiet auction room. For a moment, all eyes were focused on the VIP box where the bidding sound came from.

The surprise on Liu Chong's face was beyond words. He hurriedly said loudly: "The guest in the VIP box bid 310 medium-grade spirit stones. Is there anyone who can offer a higher price?"

There was an uproar among the crowd off the field.

"It's strange that someone actually made a bid." A monk in a brown robe touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"It must be some ignorant young man who spent so much money to buy a damaged copy." A burly man crossed his arms and snorted with disdain.

"Maybe he has unique vision and uses for it. Don't jump to conclusions too early." A thin old man next to him stroked his beard and shook his head in retort.

Seeing the discussion in the audience, Liu Chong raised his voice again: "Three hundred and ten mid-grade spirit stones, is there any guest willing to increase the price?"

"Three hundred and ten mid-grade spirit stones at a time." Liu Chong raised the gavel in his hand slightly, his eyes fixed on the audience, his eyes flashing with anticipation, his speech speed was faster than usual, as if he couldn't wait to make this deal. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he was secretly glad that this skill, which had always been regarded as useless, finally had a buyer today, and maybe he could really sell it.

"Three hundred and ten middle-grade spirit stones for two times." Liu Chong's voice sounded again, this time his tone rose slightly, his voice also slightly higher, and the hand holding the gavel trembled slightly because of excitement. His eyes occasionally glanced at the VIP box where Shen Yun was, and then swept across the crowd below the stage, hoping that there would be no more changes. He didn't expect that such a martial arts method that had been unsold many times and everyone thought was worthless could be sold. As long as no one raised the price, the deal would be done. Thinking of this, Liu Chong's heartbeat accelerated a little.

"Three hundred and twenty mid-grade spirit stones."