Bai Xuxu

Season 821 Obtaining the Imperfect Record of Swords and Books

The onlookers: "What? Bidding one more each time, looks like they're deliberately looking for trouble."

Wei Sheng glared at them: "What are you looking at? You bumpkins, never seen money before? What's wrong with adding one more? Is there a rule on how much to bid? This young master has money, no matter how much this kid bids, this young master will add one more, so what? This young master is willing!"

Ming Zhi Tian watched coldly: "Playing games with me, huh? Fine. Three million!"

"Whoa..."

"Three million spirit stones for a few pieces of scrap paper? This!..."

Empress Xing Chen looked at the surrounding gazes, knowing that this tattered "Shu Jian Lu" far exceeded this price. She immediately advised: "Zhi Tian..."

Ming Zhi Tian waved his hand slightly: "It's fine, I must have the 'Shu Jian Lu'."

"Three million! And... one more!"

Ming Zhi Tian said: "Four million!"

Wei Sheng didn't hesitate: "Four million and one more!" He couldn't resist throwing a mocking glance.

The emcee was ecstatic, thinking no one would bid. Now her commission was secured: "This gentleman bids four million spirit stones, four million spirit stones for the first time..."

"Four million spirit stones for the second time!..."

Ming Zhi Tian remained unmoved.

"Four million spirit stones for the second time!"

Ming Zhi Tian still didn't react.

"Four million spirit stones for the third time!"

Wei Sheng panicked, cold sweat streaming down his face. He couldn't help but stand up! He wasn't stupid; four million for a few pieces of scrap paper? Besides, he didn't bring enough money!

Ming Zhi Tian smiled slightly: "Five million!"

Wei Sheng wanted to curse, but upon hearing this, he burst into laughter: "Idiot! Hahaha! Idiot!"

He then happily sat down, not forgetting to plant a kiss on the woman beside him. His four million was safe.

The emcee: "Five million for the first time! ... Third time! Sold! Congratulations to this gentleman for acquiring the final item at the Linglong Pavilion auction, the 'Shu Jian Lu'!"

Everyone looked at Ming Zhi Tian as if he were an idiot. Ming Zhi Tian was indifferent. The world is drunk, and I am sober; why bother with them?

Suddenly, someone recognized him: "I heard yesterday that the Cultivation God Emperor had returned, I didn't expect it to be true!"

Bystander: "What Cultivation God Emperor?"

Wei Sheng had already left.

Ming Zhi Tian arrived at the counter: "I didn't bring enough spirit stones today. Can I exchange them for pills? Or spiritual artifacts."

The shopkeeper was slightly displeased: "We don't accept pills below Grade 100."

Ming Zhi Tian smiled slightly and took out a bottle of pills: "Just in time, see if this is acceptable."

The shopkeeper's hazy eyes instantly cleared as if parting the clouds: "This is!... A Grade 1000 pill?!"

"A Grade 1000 pill?" someone overheard, and soon a crowd of onlookers gathered around Ming Zhi Tian.

Several Grade 1000 pills, each one priceless. Ming Zhi Tian tentatively asked: "What? I remember, a Grade 1000 pill is worth at least ten million spirit stones, right? Is it acceptable?"

The shopkeeper snapped back to attention and stammered: "Ten million?"

A Grade 1000 pill was a rarity that appeared once in a century in the Ancient Cultivation world, worth far more than ten million; it could even be worth hundreds of millions.

The shopkeeper quickly put on a fawning smile: "Yes! Of course, it's acceptable, extremely acceptable! Sir, are you planning to exchange all your remaining Grade 1000 pills for spirit stones?"

Seeing his eyes sparkle, Ming Zhi Tian said: "No, I don't lack spirit stones for now. Just give me the 'Shu Jian Lu'."

"Yes, yes." Although the shopkeeper felt a bit regretful, he still exchanged one Grade 1000 pill and gave Ming Zhi Tian an additional five hundred spirit stones.

Ming Zhi Tian accepted the tattered "Shu Jian Lu." No one believed it was genuine; they all thought it was a replica, poorly made. He, however, didn't think so. It was a "Shu Jian Lu" with its outer skin worn away, making it difficult to identify as authentic. Of course, only he, who had used it, would know.