The Story Never Ends

"It looks like I have a protagonist halo...Haha"

"Who could have thought that I would suddenly have a large number of spirit stones. If this is not enough, then I can also sell that dagger. As for that, the blowpipe, it might be very useful for me."

Davion laughed out loud. "Hehe, it looks like I can buy the spiritual artifact and some other things too."

After a while, many people came and the compartments got completely filled.

When Davion was getting bored of waiting, he saw an old man come to the middle of the stage.

The old man introduced himself. "Hello everyone, I am Francis, a senior member of the Auction Hall. Today I am going to be your host. Let us start our auction."

"Our first item is the Snow-White lotus which is 50 years old, and it produces the pure energy of heaven and earth. It can be used to accelerate the refining of Qi for Qi refining cultivators."

After he finished saying this, a female came from the back to the stage. She was carrying a red box that was sealed. She opened up the box and a beautiful white lotus was seen.

"You can only increase the bid by 100 low-grade spirit stones every time. Let the bidding begin." Francis shouted.

Someone shouted from one of the compartments, "200 low-grade spirit stones."

"300...."

"400..."

In this way, the auction finally started. Someone won the White Lotus with 600 low-grade spirit stones. Later, many items were sold and they were all useless to Davion.

When he was getting disinterested in the auction, an item caught his attention.

It was on an old black blade that looked very rusty. The tip of the blade was broken and only two-third of the blade was intact. Even though it was still 66 cm long.

Francis pointed at the blade and said, "This is an ancient blade which was found by one of the cultivators in a hidden cave near the Dark Moon City. Although this is not a spiritual artifact, it is still very tough. Even a spiritual artifact couldn't make a dent in it. We believe that this blade might be made from very rare materials whose quality might be even higher than those spiritual weapons."

Many cultivators started discussing among themselves.

"It's not a spiritual artifact and the only good thing about it is its hardness."

"Also, it is broken."

"It is a waste to buy it."

"But the hardness of the material is worth it. We can get it at a low price."

"100 low-grade spirit stones." Someone finally shouted.

"200.."

While the auction was going on, Davion was keenly observing the blade with his Mind-Eye.

"At first, I thought that the only good thing about this blade was its hardness. But when I used my Mind-Eye, I could feel a strange disgusting breath coming from it. This breath is similar to the breath coming from the bottom of the cultivation pool."

"Is it related to the secret behind the cultivation pool?"

When a person was about to win the blade with 400 low-grade spirit stones, he heard a calm male voice coming from one of the compartments.

"500 low-grade spirit stones."

Francis was getting a little worried that the blade was going to get sold for less value. But when he heard the new bidding, he smiled, "Anyone wants to go?"

"600" that person didn't want to give up.

Davion didn't want to play with that person longer so he immediately shouted, "1000 low-grade spirit stones."

Seeing the price, as Davion thought, the person didn't want to continue.

Davion easily won the bidding.

"Haha, it feels really good to win a bid." While he was smiling, he heard a knock coming from the door.

"You can come in."

The door was opened and a beautiful girl came with a tray in her hands. There was a broken blade on the tray. She bowed and said, "Sir, this is your blade."

Davion took out one of the rings that he got from killing those brothers. He had transferred other things to another ring and only kept 1000 low-grade spirit stones inside it.

He passed her the ring and said, "There are 1000 low-grade spirit stones inside it and you can take that ring as a tip."

"Sir, this..." she was about to say something but Davion interrupted her.

"I am happy now. Why don't you serve me here, if you don't want to take this ring?" Davion smiled and winked at her.

"Sir, you are naughty," she blushed, took that ring away, and left.

"Haha, it is really dangerous to carry other's rings. It is better to give it away. I have to think of other ways to dispose of other rings too."

He then finally put his hands over the blade.