Chapter 28

As the petals of cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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Twenty or so Shaolin monks, in an instant, more than half of the monks left the scene in disappointment. The rest of the martial artists waiting in line became even more anxious, silently praying that their secret manuals would not become ineffective!

As for cutting in line, no one dared to do so. Once someone cut in line, they would immediately be disqualified from the auction, and the terrifying consequences meant no one dared to violate the rules.

Then, the Huashan Sect's leader, Xian Yutong, fared even worse. Among all the Huashan Sect's secret manuals, only one low-level martial art remained effective, and the rest of the manuals could not be exchanged for any value points.

After the Shaolin and Huashan Sects suffered consecutive setbacks, the speed of the queue for exchanging value points significantly increased.

Two hours passed in a flash.

From an aerial view, the streets of Luoyang were filled with a sea of black figures rushing towards the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Among them were pitch-black gorillas, giant pythons over twenty meters long, stiff-moving zombies, and, of course, many humans.

Yue Buqun carefully followed the crowd and slowly entered the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Inside the mansion, large screens were arranged around, displaying various items up for auction.

He took a quick glance and saw only some high-level martial arts and divine weapons, with no information about the main items. It was probably to maintain the appeal of the auction.

"Welcome to the Multiverse Tower Auction. The auction is divided into open-air areas, ordinary booths, VIP booths, and imperial booths. Please choose your booth and pay the fee."

After all the participants entered the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, Yue Buqun heard a familiar, calm voice. It was the voice of the Multiverse Tower's owner.

The voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Yue Buqun glanced at a payment counter, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked over.

After all, he was the leader of a sect and should at least have a VIP booth.

As he stepped into the payment counter, Yue Buqun's face twitched.

The open-air area, which was essentially a garden, was free. An ordinary booth cost 100 taels of silver, a VIP booth cost 10 taels of gold, and an imperial booth cost 100 taels of gold.

In the end, Yue Buqun could only choose an ordinary booth. A large side hall was neatly divided into hundreds of small booths, and Yue Buqun could only marvel at the Multiverse Tower's strong money-making ability.

As soon as Yue Buqun entered the booth, a provocatively dressed attendant approached him with a sweet, seductive voice, "Sir, let me show you how to use the auction device."

She then turned around, her slender waist forming an extremely alluring curve, making the man known as the "Gentleman Swordsman" feel a burning sensation in his abdomen.

Zhou Yang had mobilized all the red-light districts in Luoyang to gather the attendants, and these attendants naturally knew how to display their charm, as these gentlemen might visit their businesses at night.

About ten minutes after the provocative attendant left, Zhou Yang's voice sounded again.

"Alright, let's not waste your time. The auction is now officially beginning."

In a VIP booth, Zhou Yang smiled. The gains from this auction were enormous. Even before it started, he had already collected over 5,000 value points.

As soon as Zhou Yang finished speaking, whether in the booths or the open-air area, everyone could see a platform slowly rise in the center of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. On the platform stood a warm and dignified man, his face slightly excited.

Then, a clear bell sound echoed through the auction hall. As the bell rang, the noisy chatter in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion gradually subsided, and countless eyes focused on Mi Zhu on the platform.

"Hehe, everyone from various realms, you must be eager. The auction is now officially beginning. The first item is on the stage."

As Mi Zhu finished speaking, another platform rose below, and a beautiful woman slowly ascended. However, no one seemed to notice her beauty; they were all fixated on the jade-encrusted tray in her hand, covered with a light red silk.

The jade-encrusted tray was placed on the auction platform, and Mi Zhu lifted the silk.

Instantly, an ancient secret manual came into view.

"The first item is an internal martial art, the Purple Mist Divine Skill, the ultimate technique of the Huashan Sect. It is a high-level skill. When practiced to perfection, the energy it emits is subtle and soft, like clouds and mist, but it is extremely resilient and overwhelming."

"The starting bid is 160 value points, and each bid must be at least 3 value points higher."

After Mi Zhu's introduction, the crowd became excited. Some independent martial artists, who usually relied on external martial arts, were envious. They often spent decades cultivating a bit of true qi, and some never managed to cultivate any at all.

Those from the technological world were even more enthusiastic. If they could obtain a secret manual for cultivating true qi, they could return and easily outshine the rich and powerful, save the young maidens, and more, especially since it was a high-level skill practiced by the sect leader.

"160 value points," a middle-aged man in a suit couldn't resist and started the bidding.

As soon as the first bid was made, the scene became chaotic, with continuous bidding.

"163 value points!"

"170 value points!"

"Damn! 200 value points."

A young man in a brocade robe, pale-faced, stood up, "I offer 210 value points. My father is the Duke of Xu in the Ming Dynasty. Who dares to compete with me?"

"Go to hell, I am the Prince of the Song Dynasty, 220 value points," a middle-aged man in a dragon robe sneered.

Sitting in the booth, Yue Buqun was stunned. He never realized that the Purple Mist Divine Skill he practiced was so attractive to others. Why did he feel a bit pleased that his sect's secret manual was being auctioned?

"220 value points, Duke of the Ming Dynasty? Prince of the Song Dynasty? Sorry, I am from the Qing Dynasty," a man with a long braid boasted.

"Damn, a barbarian dares to challenge me?" The son of the Duke of Xu, who had never experienced such humiliation, bid, "230 value points."

"Damn, if I weren't waiting to bid on a decade of life, I wouldn't let you peasants get away with this," the Prince of the Song Dynasty glared at the two men.

He was only curious about the secret manual. As the Prince of the Song Dynasty, he faced no danger, always protected by guards. Normally, he would have used money to crush these people.

Unfortunately, thinking about the treasure to extend his life, he could enjoy a few more years of a happy life, so he had to suppress his anger.

"240 value points," the man with the long braid was also going crazy.

This was almost the total amount he had embezzled over the past decade. He was about to go bankrupt. One tael of gold was one value point, and the secret manual would cost him 24,000 taels of gold. He felt his heart bleeding.

But thinking about when the next auction might open, he had to swallow his blood.

"Longkeduo, I know you. This secret manual, 250 value points, I, Ao Bai, want it," in an imperial booth, Ao Bai walked out confidently. The Golden Bell Cover was too difficult to practice, and perhaps the Purple Mist Divine Skill was a good choice.

"260 value points, damn! Ao Bai, you still dare to be arrogant? You were already killed by the young emperor, and I'm not afraid of you," Longkeduo sneered. Don't you know you're already dead?

"Do you believe I will go back and kill you in my world?" Ao Bai roared.

"Go ahead, kill one of me, and there will be thousands more," Longkeduo boasted.

In the end, Longkeduo won the Purple Mist Divine Skill for 270 value points. Ao Bai was already terrified by the information that "you were killed by the young emperor."

After the first successful auction, the subsequent auction platform displayed various rare treasures, divine weapons, armors, the Shaolin Temple's 72 skills, and many high-level martial arts.

"Ding!"

Another clear bell sound rang, and Mi Zhu took a jade-encrusted tray from an attendant. On the tray was a transparent crystal bottle containing a colorless liquid.

"The crystal bottle contains a potion that can grant extremely high intelligence to any non-human creature. If you give it to a horse, the horse might start speaking. If you give it to a dog, the dog might start speaking. Of course, if you are human and drink it, you will die," Mi Zhu pointed to the liquid in the bottle and smiled.

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Thank you, "fate宿命," for the 10-coin tip.

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