The sword was eventually sold to Xu Qian at a high price of four million, but Xu Qian was unable to take the sword away for the time being. He had to wait until the auction was over and then go backstage to swipe his card to pick up the sword.
There is another treasure to be auctioned, which is a ring. It is said that it was worn by Dugu Yu, the founding emperor of the Luo Dynasty nine hundred years ago.
More than sixty years ago, archaeologists discovered the imperial tomb of Emperor Dugu, but found that the tomb had long been looted and there were few treasures left.
This ring was taken from Dugu Yu's coffin by tomb robbers.
The burial objects worn by a generation of emperors were ridiculously expensive, and everyone was scrambling to raise their bids, as if by bidding for the object they could become king or emperor.
Song Ci tilted her head and whispered to Han Zhan, asking him, "This is your ancestor's thing, why don't you take a picture of it?"
Han Zhan shook his head, his eyes indifferent, and said: "They are all external things, let them be."
The ring was eventually bought by a hidden tycoon for 30 million. The tomb robbers had entrusted the ring to the Tailong Auction House, which could earn a considerable amount of money just by taking a cut.
After the auction, Song Ci sighed, "No wonder they say the Dongfang family is rich. This money comes faster than the wind."
Han Zhan shook his head and laughed, then stood up and said, "Let's go get something."
The family of four sat downstairs for a while before going upstairs to collect their auction items.
The third floor is designed to be very secluded. The trading area is divided into countless small compartments. Each compartment has a direct elevator to the underground garage and is equipped with two professional bodyguards to escort customers.
This is done to prevent buyers from losing their items in the auction house. Once the items leave the auction house, whether they are kept or stolen, it has nothing to do with the auction house.
Song Ci and Han Zhan went to the third floor, checked in, and, led by the waiter, walked through a winding corridor and stopped at the door of compartment No. 12.
"Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, your treasure is inside."
Han Zhan and Song Ci entered the house, swiped their cards, and then took away the brooch and pearl necklace, as well as a cold weapon that Han Zhan had bought.
They weren't shooting anything valuable, and weren't worried about being robbed. Thinking Yan Qingxiu was still on the first floor, they didn't take the elevator directly to the garage, choosing instead to return the same way.
A family of four walked out of the compartment and coincidentally met people from the Kunlun Xu family.
Xu Qian had already taken the black longsword. It was very long, reaching about the height of his chin. Holding it in his small frame seemed rather awkward.
Xu Qian stopped when he saw Han Zhan's family and once again clasped his fists in thanks. "Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, I'm sorry to have let you go."
Han Zhan, holding Han Jun, stared at the sword in Xu Qian's arms. He treated Xu Qian with the same attitude as he would treat a peer, and said, "Actually, we're not interested in this sword. It was my daughter who fell in love with it at first sight. My daughter rarely comes across something she likes, so she decided to bid on it."
"But I think it is more suitable for this sword to follow Young Master Xu than to follow our Junjun." Xu Qian is from the Xu family of Kunlun. At a young age, he followed his father to go out to exorcise demons and ghosts and pray for the dead, so he needed a sword.
Hearing Han Zhan's words, Xu Qian glanced at the little girl in his arms. Han Jun looked eagerly at the sword in Xu Qian's arms. She really liked the sword and was reluctant to let Xu Qian take it away.
She didn't know what it meant to be presumptuous, so she just said what she was thinking. "I want to touch it." Han Jun thought, and she was satisfied just by being able to touch it.
Han Zhan immediately turned cold and said to Han Jun half warningly and half remindingly: "Junjun, don't be rude."
Han Jun didn't know how she was rude, but she still shut her mouth, retracted her outstretched hand, and hugged Han Zhan's neck instead.
Xu Qian hesitated for a moment, then raised his right hand and handed the sword to Han Zhan and Han Jun. He said to Han Jun, "Let me give it a try."
Han Jun immediately slipped out of Han Zhan's arms.
She was not even as tall as the sword. She held the sword carefully and found that the scabbard was very cold. She shivered but was reluctant to let go.
Xu Qian told her, "This sword is very cold." It was as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
Han Jun blinked, grasped the hilt of the sword with her small hand, and asked Xu Qian: "Can I take a look inside?" She wanted to see the sword body inside.
Xu Qian frowned and said, "You can't, this sword can't be used at all..."
Before Xu Qian could finish his words, he saw Han Jun gripping the hilt of the sword, gritting his teeth and pulling it upwards with great effort! Suddenly, a flash of blood flashed, and a section of the blood-like, enchanting black iron sword was unsheathed!
Xu Qian's pupils shrank slightly.
Behind him, Han Zhan and Song Ci also looked at Han Jun in surprise.
Han Jun was weak, and the sword lost its strength after being pulled out a little. As soon as her hand loosened, the sword immediately fell to the ground, about to hit Han Jun's feet.
Xu Qian suddenly stretched out his hands to catch the sword. He held the sword and looked at Han Jun with a complicated expression.
Han Jun was puzzled by Xu Qian's gaze.
Xu Qian held the sword upright in his arms, stared at Han Jun's small face for a moment, and suddenly asked her, "What's your name?"
Han Jun: "Junjun."
Han Zhan told Xu Qian, "She is my second daughter, her name is Han Jun."
Xu Qian looked at Han Jun deeply, then nodded and said to Han Zhan and the others, "Mr. Han, I'll take my leave first."
Xu Qian was about to leave, sword in hand. Han Zhan said to his back, "Give my regards to your father. The family ancestral hall has been built. I wanted to invite your father to attend, but he's busy, so I won't bother him."
Xu Qian paused, leaned slightly, and asked, "When will the ancestral hall be opened?"
Han Zhan replied, "The twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month."
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