Chapter 117: The Master of Poyue Tower
Zhu Ying picked up the red silk cloth from the tray, and a piece of crimson ore appeared before everyone's eyes.
Ye Fei propped her chin up and gazed at the crimson gold crystal on the tray. It was translucent and had visible milky white filamentous patterns inside.
"Distinguished guests, this Crimson Flame Gold Crystal was recently mined. Please take a closer look. This Crimson Flame Gold Crystal has a bright and clear color, and the silk-like texture inside is a rare white mulberry silk found in minerals."
As soon as Zhu Ying finished speaking, a deafening commotion erupted from the scene.
"What? It's Bai Sangsi!"
"I've heard that white mulberry silk is a type of silk that takes thousands of years to form naturally in minerals, and it's known as the toughest and sharpest silk in the world!"
"I must have this Crimson Flame Golden Crystal!"
"As expected of Lingyun's premier auction house! This stone is truly a masterpiece!"
Ye Fei pondered for a moment, "The white mulberry silk that's said to be the most resilient and sharpest in the world..."
At this moment, only one type of hidden weapon could be found in Ye Fei's mind—the Xuanming Prison Silk.
The Xuanming Prisoner Silk is known for its toughness. It is usually wrapped around the fingers or hidden in protective gear. When fired, the silk thread has the momentum to cut through the body and can easily pierce the body and penetrate vital organs!
However, this kind of concealed weapon has extremely high requirements for the forging materials, and it's unknown whether Bai Sangsi can handle it...
While Ye Fei was lost in thought with her eyes lowered, the Crimson Flame Golden Crystal was put up for auction, with a starting price of 50,000 gold coins.
"Sixty thousand gold coins!"
"I'll offer 65,000 gold coins!"
"Sixty-eight thousand gold coins!"
"Seventy thousand!"
"This stone is so rare, I must have it! Eighty thousand gold coins!"
A stern-looking man sitting on the first floor, wielding a massive sword, roared, "I bid 85,000 gold coins! Who dares to challenge me?"
"One hundred thousand gold coins."
A deep male voice came from a private room on the second floor, and the whole room fell silent.
On the auction stage, Zhu Ying waved his folding fan and said with a smile, "The VIP on the second floor has bid 100,000 gold coins. Are there any other VIPs who would like to bid higher than 100,000 gold coins?"
Buying a piece of ore for 100,000 gold coins is an extremely rare thing in Wugui Pavilion - after all, you can buy good ore, but you may not have a blacksmith with good skills.
"Are you stupid? Ten thousand gold coins for a stone?!" The man wielding the giant sword was dumbfounded, and he shouted arrogantly at the second floor, "Even if you get it, so what? You might not be able to find a top-notch weapon refiner to help you!"
A gentle breeze entered the room, and the gauze curtain hanging in a private room was playfully blown open by the breeze. A man in black sat inside, his posture elegant like a noble young master. Although his appearance was ordinary, he gave off an aura that could not be ignored.
Many people sitting on the first floor exclaimed in surprise, "This, isn't this Song Yu, the master of Poyue Tower, the number one forging tower in Lingyun Kingdom?!"
"My God, it's Master Song!"
"That's hilarious! This guy with the knife actually dares to mock Master Song..."
Upon hearing the surrounding comments, the man with the knife turned pale.
He... he's actually Song Yu?! That level eight weapon refiner, Song Yu?!
"At auctions, the highest bidder wins first. Surely you're aware of that rule?" Song Yu, holding a cup of tea, looked expressionlessly at the knife-wielding man downstairs. "Or perhaps—you can't beat me in a bidding war, so you're planning to rob me outright?"
The man with the knife, his forehead filled with fear, immediately knelt down with a thud, begging for mercy: "I...I didn't know you were Master Song! I spoke without thinking! I beg Master Song to be magnanimous..."
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