Chapter 642: In Hand
The small wooden hammer fell.
"Congratulations to this guest for successfully winning this ancient sword of unknown civilization at a price of nine million magic stones!"
Nine million!
Spirit steadied his heart and swiftly evaluated; this price was within his expectations and tolerance range.
Spending a little more than the market price for a top-level 2 Level Witchcraft Artifact on an item that might be related to his biggest secret was completely worth it.
Moreover, the bidding process seemed normal, showing his interest without being absurdly exaggerated, so it shouldn’t attract excessive investigations or coveting.
Attendants sheathed the longsword and placed it into the specially made sealed sword box.
"Cyan Sun Sword..." he murmured to himself, a sense of unprecedented belonging and curiosity surged within him.
Every minute of waiting for the transaction to be completed felt somewhat long from then on.
Spirit actually already had a basic understanding of the Endless Plane, and he could comprehend crossing dimensions from another angle.
The world he was in in his past life was likely one of the small planes in the Endless Plane, similar to previous civilizations which were probably numerous, so seeing familiar characters was not surprising.
Spirit now only needed to use the Cyan Sun Sword to acquire more information. After calming down a bit, he carefully recollected again.
Although he could recognize the characters he saw earlier, they were quite different from the ancient scripts of his past life, though the overall structure was similar.
More importantly, there was no extraordinary power in his past life, and the sword’s strength couldn’t be crafted by ordinary human craftsmanship.
So Spirit temporarily speculated that this sword came from a civilization similar to his past life, but not from that world, instead from one possessing extraordinary power.
Thinking of this, three words naturally emerged in his mind: "Practitioner."
This was something that only existed in some myths and legends from his past life, but now it seemed that the myths and legends might not be false.
"If the myths from the past life are all true, the Wizard Plane may not hold its own..."
If Spirit discovered the civilization behind this sword, he certainly couldn’t lead the Wizard Plane to invade.
Moreover, he felt the Wizard Plane was likely not an opponent.
After the Cyan Sun Sword initially stirred a small climax, the auction proceeded smoothly and efficiently.
Rare materials, finished witchcraft artifacts, ancient scrolls, and even exploration rights for certain special areas were presented on the auction stage, attracting rounds of bidding.
Spirit’s consigned few exquisite items appeared in succession; the Sleeping Crystal Orchid and the complete Rock Armor Land Dragon Heart Core sparked fierce contention, ultimately selling for the high prices of 2.7 million and 4.5 million, far exceeding expectations.
Others like Moonlight Moss, Thunder Eagle Sharp Eye Crystal Core, and Astral Silversand also performed well, all fetching decent prices.
Spirit observed calmly, occasionally bidding for some auxiliary materials he needed but did not participate in any major contested bids again.
His mind was half calculating the growing auction proceeds and half already flown to the backstage where the Cyan Sun Sword quietly awaited him.
Three hours later, the auction finally concluded.
Spirit primarily came with the intent of broadening his knowledge, yet he still needed to focus on advancing to become a Level 2 Mage, steering all resources toward that goal.
Currently, he couldn’t spend too many magic stones on other things, as subsequent advancement to Level 2 Mage would require a vast amount of resources.
Attendees began orderly departing or heading backstage for transactions.
Spirit didn’t rush and patiently stayed in a partition a while longer, waiting for the crowd to thin out before getting up and proceeding according to instructions through a dedicated passage, arriving at the auction backstage area.
He was guided to an independent, soundproof, and anti-detection rune-laden small transaction room.
The room was simply furnished, holding only a metal table and two chairs.
A steward dressed in the uniform of the Circle of Arcane, with a stern expression, aura approximately at Level 2 Mage, was already waiting, a metallic long box with a seal used to store the Cyan Sun Sword on the table.
The other item was a magic contract document with faint golden runes flickering, the Circle of Arcane insignia on the edges, and a magic stone card.
"This is your won ancient sword of unknown civilization, with its seal intact, please verify." The steward pushed the metallic long box toward Spirit.
Spirit did not open it immediately; instead, he cautiously released his spiritual power, carefully scanning the box.
The seal was complete, and the internal item’s outline matched what he had seen on stage earlier, with no sign of tampering.
He nodded and stored the box into his space ring.
"As for your consigned auction proceeds," the steward pushed the magic stone card and contract document together, "After deducting fifteen percent commission and relevant appraisal, storage, and publicity fees, the final total sales of your thirteen auction items is: thirty-eight million six hundred fifty-seven thousand four hundred Level 1 magic stones. All amounts have been accounted for on this special magic stone card, protected with three layers of encryption, requiring your spiritual power fluctuation for withdrawal. Here’s the detailed breakdown list for your perusal."
Spirit quickly scanned the list attached to the contract document, confirming the numbers were correct and breakdown clear.
"Pleasant cooperation. The Circle of Arcane promises that all transaction information regarding you will be kept at the highest level of confidentiality." The steward stood up, formally saying, "You may use this card in any Circle of Arcane branch or partnership bank for transactions at any time. Is there anything else you need?"
"No, thank you." Spirit put away the magic stone card and contract copy, his tone flat.
Leaving the transaction room, he exited directly through another secret passage.
The cool night breeze of Anvil Castle brushed his face, magical lights glittered on the streets, yet Spirit had no intention of appreciating them.
He quickly blended into the corner crowd, changing directions and disguises several times, ensuring no tracking before heading toward the Heart of Gears hotel.
Returning to the hotel’s heavily guarded room, Spirit finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
First, he rechecked the room’s witch array to ensure everything was flawless.
Then, he couldn’t wait to take out the metallic long box from the space ring, placing it on the table.
After gazing at the box for a few moments, he calmed his slightly racing heartbeat before cautiously unlocking the seal runes on it.
With a light click, the lid sprung open.
The ancient Cyan Sun Sword lay quietly on the dark lining, its scabbard dark gray, the hilt rounded.
Observing closely, the sensation of familiarity and strangeness intertwined across time and space grew stronger.
Spirit did not immediately grasp the sword hilt but first carefully used his eyes and spiritual power to observe it from every angle.
From the blade, scabbard, those two circular indentations, the leather on the hilt... finally, his gaze lingered on the three seal script Chinese characters Cyan Sun Sword.