"The Sword Douluo's lifelong insights? Really?"
"Has Liuli Tian gone mad? How dare she put something like this up for sale?"
"This...this is putting the legacy of a peak Douluo on the table!"
Countless gazes, filled with shock, greed, fervor, and doubt, intertwined to form an invisible net that firmly enveloped the floating book.
What this means for the Soul Master world is self-evident.
Especially those Soul Masters whose Martial Soul is the sword, at this moment they were all breathing rapidly, their eyes were bloodshot, and they wished they could rush up to the stage and snatch the book into their arms.
The atmosphere inside the private room of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was somewhat strange.
Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo, had a gleam of anticipation in his deep-set eyes as he nudged the person next to him with his elbow:
"Old Swordsman, you're something else. When did you write an autobiography behind our backs? And you're doing it so mysteriously, selling it for money. What, are you short of drinks?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained standing, his figure as straight as a sword, but the expression on his face was indescribable.
He was first bewildered, then he was both amused and exasperated, and finally, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
When did he ever write this thing?
His lifelong insights into swordsmanship were all contained in that Seven Kill Sword and in his unwavering sword heart; he never put them into words.
“That kid Ning Liu…”
Chen Xin squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
Ning Fengzhi, who had witnessed everything, smiled gently:
"Uncle Jian, don't be hasty. I think Ning Liu's actions must have a deeper meaning. Besides..."
He glanced at the frenzied crowd outside, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"I'm also very curious, Uncle Jian, what is the value of your 'life's work' on this continent?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xin's anger was immediately suppressed by his curiosity.
He sat down again, arms crossed over his chest.
Alright, you brat, I'll see what tricks you can pull.
After the auction ends, I'll have a proper "sword debate" with you.
On stage, DouDou's voice rang out again, drawing everyone's attention back.
"True Explanation of Swordsmanship: Solitary Pursuit of a Heart in the Dust, starting bid: 10,000 Gold Soul Coins! Each bid must be at least 10,000 higher!"
The ridiculously low starting price stunned everyone again, and then the entire venue went completely crazy!
"I'll offer 100,000!"
"150,000! Don't even think about taking it from me!"
"Two hundred thousand! I am the sect leader of the Iron Sword Sect. This item is destined for my sect!"
"Bullshit! Three hundred thousand! Our Divine Sword Sect is the true orthodox school of swordsmanship!"
...
The atmosphere inside the Spirit Hall's private room was equally subtle.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan glanced at Pope Bibi Dong, who was sitting quietly beside him, and leaned closer, lowering his voice slightly.
"Your Holiness, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is really going to great lengths to win over Ning Liu."
"Now, they've even brought out the legacy of Sword Douluo."
"But then again, shouldn't our Spirit Hall also show some appreciation?"
Yue Guan was seriously calculating:
"How about... we give away that 80,000-year-old 'Vajra Bracelet' soul bone treasured in the hall?"
Seeing that Bibi Dong remained unmoved, he rolled his eyes and came up with an even more explosive idea.
"Ah, I've got it!"
"I think Her Highness the Holy Maiden is quite nice!"
"The saintess is exceptionally talented, and the man and woman are a perfect match, a match made in heaven."
"If a marriage alliance can be formed, then in terms of relationships, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Heaven Dou Empire will all have to step aside!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong glanced at Yue Guan indifferently, her voice cold.
"Your idea is good, but we still need to ask Nana herself about her situation."
Yue Guan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly bowed:
"Yes, Your Majesty is right."
The bidding in the market has entered a fierce stage.
The price soared and soon broke through the one million gold soul coins mark.
However, at this price point, the calls for price increases have become significantly less frequent.
Those small and medium-sized sects and independent soul masters have long since ceased their activities, leaving only a few powerful kingdoms and sects struggling to survive.
"One million eight hundred thousand!"
"One million eight hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Two million! I'll raise it to two million! Please give me some face!"
A marquis from some kingdom blushed and almost shouted out the price.
The entire room fell silent.
For most people, spending two million gold soul coins to buy a "handwritten book" that may not be suitable for their cultivation is already the limit.
In the private room of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Bone Douluo Gu Rong curled his lip and let out a sneer:
"Tsk tsk, two million is all you've got? Looks like those who wield swords on this continent are all penniless. Old swordsman, is this all your life's work is worth?"
Chen Xin's eyes twitched, and she glared at him irritably.
Just then, Ning Fengzhi put down his teacup.
He didn't get up, but instead turned his gaze to the auction stage and pressed the bid button.
"Five million gold soul coins."
Five million?!
From two million, it jumped straight to five million?!
The Marquis of the Kingdom of Barak, who had shouted out two million, turned pale and then red-faced, and silently sat down, not daring to utter a single word.
Why pretend when you don't have money?
Wouldn't that be humiliating oneself?
On stage, DouDou was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.
"Five million gold soul coins! Is there a higher offer?"
She looked around the room, and there was complete silence.
"Five million per time!"
"Five million twice!"
"Five million three times!"
"clang--!"
The auction gavel slammed down, sealing the deal.
"Sold! Congratulations to this distinguished guest for successfully acquiring the Sword Dao True Explanation: Dust Heart Solitary Attainment!"
Thunderous applause erupted throughout the hall, interspersed with countless sighs and expressions of awe.
Inside the private room of the Heavenly Dou Royal Family, Ning Liu couldn't help but let a slight smile creep onto his lips once again.
The long-awaited heavenly sound echoed in his mind.
[Ding! Auction item [True Understanding of Swordsmanship: Solitary Pursuit of a Heart in the Dust] successfully auctioned!]
[Final transaction price: Five million Gold Soul Coins!]
[Triggering a return multiplier: 500x!]
[Congratulations, host, you have received a return reward...]
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