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"There's no need to check!" A voice suddenly rang out in the hall and spread to the VIP room on the second floor. "I can prove that Ling Mo Xie has this many Spirit Stones!"
"Who are you? What qualifications do you have to prove that?" Yuwen Qingyu shouted frantically, ignoring the pleas of those beside him trying to dissuade him. "Haha!" The voice sneered and said, "I didn't expect the top young man of the Yuwen Family not to recognize me! Tell me, who am I? Do I have the qualifications to vouch for Ling Mo Xie?"
"Haha!" The people in the hall burst into laughter, discussing and mocking him. The old man on stage looked at Box 98 and said, "This gentleman is the head of our Grand Auction House branch in Skywind City, Old Dragon. Do you think he has the qualifications to vouch for him?"
"What? This..." Yuwen Qingyu collapsed onto the sofa, his eyes vacant. After a while, the staff verifying Yuwen Qingyu's assets returned and whispered a few words to the old man with white hair.
The old man's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness as he picked up the microphone and said, "It has been verified that Yuwen Qingyu has assets amounting to eighteen million Spirit Stones. What just happened was a false bidding behavior, so we at Grand Auction House will temporarily detain you. Please have the head of the Yuwen Family come apologize and take you away!"
After speaking, he looked at everyone's reactions in the hall, then returned to a friendly demeanor and said, "Alright, now let's continue auctioning this Fengyun Sword. The previous bid from Yuwen Qingyu does not count; it is now at nine million from Ling Mo Xie. Is there anyone else willing to bid? Hurry up!"
In VIP Room One, Dongfang Siyu twisted her fingers and softly said, "Forget it, given the current situation, Ling Mo Xie must possess more than twenty million Spirit Stones! Let him have it!"
The venue fell silent; no one made another bid. After three final strikes of the gavel, the Fengyun Sword was sold to Ling Mo Xie. Everyone prepared to leave; this Fengyun Sword was the final item, marking the end of the auction.
"Please let our friend from VIP Room Two stay!" Ling Mo Xie suddenly picked up the microphone and said, "I bought this Fengyun Sword to search for clues about my father. Since both of you are competing with me, you must have some purpose as well. I am willing to study this sword together with you two. Moreover, I only want clues about my father; as for other things like treasure maps, you can take them!"
"Little Seven?" Second Brother and others looked at Ling Mo Xie in surprise. Why would he actively propose to study together with others after spending a large sum on the Fengyun Sword?
Ling Mo Xie put down the microphone and smiled at the astonished Ling Lao Er and others, saying, "As I said, I just want clues about my dad. Besides, didn't you say these two should not be offended? Looking at them, they clearly know something about the Fengyun Sword; it's much better than me fumbling around blindly. It's a win-win situation; why not?"
"Knock knock!" Just as Ling Mo Xie was conversing with Ling Lao Er and others, someone knocked on the door. When opened, it revealed Long Lao and an old man with completely white hair and beard, along with an Elegant and Noble Woman.
"Old Dragon?" Ling Mo Xie exclaimed in surprise. Old Dragon chuckled, "Haha! You brat, didn't I come to deliver the Wind and Cloud Sword and the remaining spirit stones?"
As he spoke, he took out a storage ring and handed it to Ling Mo Xie. Ling Mo Xie politely nodded and accepted the ring. Using his spiritual power to inspect it, he saw that a long sword was indeed floating inside, along with piles of spirit stones. After purchasing the Wind and Cloud Sword, there were still twenty-three million spirit stones from the auction—no wonder they were stacked so high.
"Thank you, Old Dragon, and I appreciate you making the trip personally," Ling Mo Xie said as he slipped the storage ring onto his finger. In the Cultivation World, storage rings weren't particularly valuable, so Old Dragon had no intention of taking it back.
"I wasn't planning on coming over, but who knew you would be so generous! You spent nearly twenty million spirit stones on the Wind and Cloud Sword and are willing to share it for research; of course, I had to join in on the fun! You don't mind, do you?" Old Dragon said with a smirk.
Ling Mo Xie smiled and replied, "Of course not. The more people we have, the more power we can muster to uncover the mysteries of the Wind and Cloud Sword. To me, it looks like an ordinary sword!"
Hearing this, the red-haired old man slapped Ling Mo Xie's shoulder enthusiastically: "I like your straightforwardness! Haha! If you ever want to forge any spirit tools in the future, just come find me!"
"Giggle!" The elegantly dressed woman also covered her mouth with a light laugh and said, "Little brother is quite interesting; much more perceptive than that Yu Wen Qingyu. I won’t hide it from you; I indeed heard about the treasure map hidden within the Wind and Cloud Sword, which piqued my interest. If we really find the treasure map, I will compensate you accordingly."
"No need for compensation; as I said, I'm just looking for clues about my father. If we do find the treasure map, consider it a reward for helping me study the Wind and Cloud Sword!" Ling Mo Xie replied with a smile, showing no signs of greed. It was clear he genuinely felt this way.
Dongfang Siyu looked at Ling Mo Xie in surprise before hurriedly averting her gaze. She was caught in a whirlpool of power and had never encountered someone like Ling Mo Xie before. In her world, everyone was trying to find ways to gain more for themselves rather than turning down benefits.
Seeing Ling Mo Xie refuse her compensation puzzled her beyond comprehension and sparked a hint of curiosity about him.
"By the way! Gao Lao, are you also looking for the treasure map?" Ling Mo Xie suddenly remembered and asked Gao Ciling, who had his arm around his shoulder.
"Pfft! What treasure map? How vulgar! Don’t you know? This sword was forged by a master artifact refiner, Senior Zhong Wuxie. For us artifact refiners, studying the techniques of our predecessors is far more important than any treasure map!" Gao Ciling exclaimed with wide eyes, clearly indignant at being lumped in with those seeking treasure maps.
While a few people were chatting, a loud shout came from nearby: "You little brat! You..."
Ling Mo Xie’s expression stiffened as he turned to Long Lao and asked, "Long Lao, what’s going on? Could it be that someone is trying to stir up trouble?"
Long Lao let out a cold sneer and said, "What are you thinking, kid? Do you really think our guild is easy to mess with? If I’m not mistaken, that was the voice of that old man from the Yuwen Family, right? What do you think? Should we go take a look? Just now, Yuwen Qingyu was targeting you!"
"What’s there to see?" Ling Mo Xie squinted his eyes and smiled. Targeting him? Tomorrow he would personally make him pay for it!
"Alright, it’s settled then! After my match with Yuwen Qingyu, you all come to my place and we’ll study the Fengyun Sword together! For today, I’ll take my leave!"
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