Chapter 84: Getting More and More Useless

All those present were the prodigies of their families. None of them had a magic weapon, and not all of them were sword cultivators, so they were not interested in the Yuanhong Sword.

"Six hundred and ninety million!"

…

In the end, the Yuanhong Sword was bought by Shengxia for 990 million high-grade spirit stones.

Song Anran looked at Shengxia strangely, "Do you have so many spirit stones? I don't mean to look down on you, but I understand your situation a little bit..."

Song Anci and the others also looked over.

Shengxia raised the corner of her lip, with an inexplicable confidence that everything was under control. "Thank you for your concern, but I have spirit stones."

"Oh~" Song Anran was skeptical, feeling that Shengxia had changed a lot.

Seeing her expression, Shengxia didn't explain. Seeing is believing, right?

Only when the spirit servant brought the Yuanhong Sword to the box and Shengxia paid the spirit stones calmly did Song Anran believe her.

"Now, let's auction the last item: a parchment map. This was accidentally found by a casual cultivator, who claims it's a map of the Wood God's Tomb." Wen Qi unfolded the parchment for all bidders to see. "However, we can't reveal any traces on this parchment, so we don't know if it's actually the map of the Wood God's Tomb. Auctioning this parchment carries a great risk, so everyone should make a decision."

“Because of the uncertainty, we also set the starting price a bit lower.”

"Starting price: five thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

There was a lot of discussion in the public gallery, but no one raised the price.

"No matter if it's a map of the Wood God's Tomb or not, take a picture of it first. I'll give you six thousand!"

Once there is one, there will be two, and then someone will take over.

"Seven thousand!"

"Eight thousand!"

…

"Two hundred thousand!"

…

"Eight hundred thousand!"

Ye Qingzhou stared at the parchment seriously. He was going to give it a try. This was his chance. "Five million!"

There was a moment of silence in the auction hall.

"Do you really want this map? Maybe this isn't the map of the Wood God's Tomb." Song Anran advised, "The Wood God's Tomb only exists in legends."

"Since there are legends, there may be people who have seen the Wood God's Tomb." Ye Qingzhou's eyes were firm. "Sister Anran, you know the poison in my body. My father has found so many doctors, alchemists, and pharmacists, but none of them can cure my poison. The Wood God's Tomb is my hope."

"Okay." Song Anran also knew his situation, which was indeed difficult.

Song Ningshu glanced at Ye Qingzhou. Daddy had also said the same thing.

"Five and a half million!"

"Six million!"

"Seven million!"

…

"Ten million!" Ye Qingzhou bid again.

"Ten million once!"

"Ten million twice!"

"Twenty million!"

"Thirty million!"

No one was bidding any higher at this point. After all, the Wood God's Tomb existed only in fragments of information, and it was uncertain whether it could be found. Furthermore, this piece of parchment wasn't necessarily a map to the Wood God's Tomb.

"Thirty million once!"

"Thirty million twice!"

"Thirty million three times! Deal!"

In the end, Ye Qingzhou took a picture of the parchment.

The parchment was brought up, Ye Qingzhou opened it, injected spiritual power into it, but nothing appeared on the parchment.

[System, can you tell what it is?] Shengxia asked, rubbing her chin.

[The system does not provide any cheat codes for the host in this plane, and the system cannot detect them.]

"You're becoming increasingly useless. You're just a system store." Shengxia complained.

[If you have the ability, host, don't use the things in the system mall. ]

midsummer:……

She really has no skills right now, but that doesn't stop her from arguing with the system, "Why would I earn so many points if I don't need them?"

Song Ningshu found their "quarrel" quite interesting.

Song Anran poked the parchment, "What on earth is this?"

Quite soft and tough.

"It can't show up." Ye Qingzhou poured a bottle of liquid medicine that could reveal traces, but the parchment still didn't react.

"Burn it with fire?" Song Anyu suggested, and a flame ignited in his hand.

The parchment was placed over the fire, but it didn't change at all.

"Is it really an ordinary parchment?" Song Anran crumpled it.

"I didn't have high expectations. If it's not there, then it's not there. The Wood God's Tomb is not that easy to find." There was not much frustration on Ye Qingzhou's face.

"Don't worry, we can find other ways to detoxify." Song Anran patted his shoulder comfortingly.

In order to make it easier for her, Ye Qingzhou even lowered his body to make it less tiring for Song Anran.

"Brother, you are so smart!" Song Anran clapped his hands twice more, smiling.

Ye Qingzhou felt a little strange, as if he didn't want to be her brother.