Chapter 750 750: 2 Swords
I stepped on the stone, kicked it hard, and it flew directly over two meters high before crashing to the ground. When I looked at my hands, my strength was astonishing. Meng Ke shouted beside me, waving his arm, "Don't faint! Quickly move the stone away."
I heard and rushed back to the present Central Aran. Before I arrived, I pushed the stone statue forcefully. When the stone was pushed halfway, I felt pain; the stone statue wouldn't budge. When I turned around, I realized the statue was stuck. I wanted to check it several times to see why it could not be taken out.
My companion Meng Ke exclaimed, "The stone statue is stuck in the rock! It can't be pushed."
Monkey noticed a strange discoloration and started to change.
Meng Ke looked at me, threw the sword straight into his hand, and the sword landed in front of me, hitting the ground.
When I reached the sword, I grabbed it. As I touched the stone, my hand turned red and started to stink. I glanced at Monkey's hand, then clenched mine fiercely. The moment I clenched, waves of severe pain coursed through me. Meanwhile, near the stone statue, I thought the sword would shatter the stone. Between the stones, there were two swords.
Immediately, I abandoned Li Qi's sword and placed my hand on the rock with a sharp edge. After some effort, the stone moved again, and I heard the sound of a key mechanism.
Soon, the shape before me started to fade, the stone wall collapsed backward, and an ancient human clad in leather appeared before me.
The ancient figure suddenly opened his eyes, staring fiercely at Li Qi as if trying to break free from the ghostly spiritual shackles. Because the lock on his back was grabbed, his hair fell dramatically, the golden lock shot open, and the fourth lock flew away.
The lock fiercely embedded itself in the pitiful Qi Country, whose screams echoed as the fourth lock prevented escape. The infinite Qi Country had no choice but to struggle against these bindings on his limbs.
Soon, the four-layered leather-clad man began to slowly move, triggering fierce competition, and headed toward the decrepit gate.
I couldn't believe my eyes, staring at the leather-clad man and the four strands of his facial hair.
This land was grabbed by a thousand claws thanks to poverty and suffering. But just as poverty and misery were getting pulled into the gates, only one person remained. Suddenly, poverty and suffering violently turned their heads back.
"Listen, man… I curse poverty upon your name. I miss you. You won't find peace, nor will you escape the death this land holds. No day in your life will be calm."
Since that moment, pitiful Qi Country was dragged into the gate without a trace. Suddenly, a ripple in space-time appeared. With a tremendous slam, the ancient gates shut tight.
Above the gates, the four-layered leather cloak emerged slowly from the stones and began to walk toward the southeast, southwest, and northwest directions.
The one who came for me gazed silently, slowly laying his arm full of stars upon my arm. He then calmly assigned me a fate—he began to turn me to stone.
I saw the leather cloak you touched. Purely speaking, it wasn't pain—it stabbed endlessly. I watched as something like a swallow slowly emerged from his arm.
As I studied my arm, Monkey approached step by step. Together, we dropped the sword to the ground, but when Monkey observed my arm slowly detaching from that curse, he uttered no words.
Fueled by agony and desperation, I roared, baring my fists, my body riddled with bloody welts. I screamed toward Mang Qi across the distance, "What is this sword? Why is my hand rotting?"
The house Meng Ke picked up had been abandoned, with bamboo strips wedged inside. He replied coldly, glaring at me, "This sword, I call it Red Fang. Hui Stone forged its creation under the hand of founder Oyez. It's tempered with lightning—flame cannot burn it. It carries the role of slaying demons. But you… it is nothing but a cursed blade for you—a wicked sword for rulers whose minds have succumbed to malevolence."
I let out a cold snort, refusing to acknowledge her comments, slowly walking past her. Shadows intertwined slowly, seeping into my life, while I held my blood-coated, blistered hands before Li Qi.
I questioned him, "Did I harm someone or something?"
Ignoring Monkey's cold songs, I continued forward step by step, and I realized my own torment reflected on myself.
After walking briefly, I blocked Li Qi's path. I saw Li Qi exclaim, "I'm hungry!"
Meng Ke, despite claiming he wasn't hungry, quietly ate alone. But upon seeing my hand, he let out a snort, then swiftly drew the dagger from his sheath, swinging east toward my cursed sword.
"Ten thousand stones!"
A faint echo murmured as if drowning in Meng Lingshao's successive visions. The auction house fell eerily silent again. A pen valued at 120,000 shattered dreams—but what exactly fuels one to step away from home with such uncertainty?
Li Zanfeng's smile stiffened as his expression faltered. The murmuring voice faded, leaving only jealousy carved into his posture. Meanwhile, Zhu Qidan was rendered a mere obstacle blocking the pathway forward.
The spirit was ablaze in uproar as he mocked Li Zanfeng's dissatisfaction. Without fear of competing with him at auction, how could Li Zanfeng suppress his displeasure?
"One hundred thousand! Some gemstones value ten thousand! But does it rise higher?"
"I've bid four hundred thousand stones," came a weak response. Instantly, another ten thousand joined the stakes, throwing the crowd into hysteria.
Li Qingyu smirked inwardly, though his breath carried a chilling edge—Zhao Country's legacy, after all. Using his ambitious tone, he declared, "This noble son does not err, but no man shall overrule me! Not even Zhao Wuji or the blessings bestowed by the Zhao Mansion!"
"A son unrelated to Father Zhao… no wonder such prowess is his!"
Before the words completely settled, Li Qingyu added emphatically, "A mere ten thousand stones!"
Beside him, Li Mubai and Li Mintong wished to intervene against Li Qingyu's advances, yet found themselves slowing helplessly. The moment Li Qingyu shouted fifty thousand stones, suspicion clouded their minds as they tread carefully.
Big Brother clamored within his thoughts—ten thousand mere stones, tens upon tens! Why, with less than fifteen thousand, it's impossible to attain five million stones!
Meng Lingshao gasped, shaken by such force. Realizing the magnitude, he chipped in hastily and admitted, "Yes, this Prince holds worth within the realm of ten thousand stones. Does anyone dare surpass this?"
"Ten thousand stones!"
Zhao Wuji fared well, though Qi-gathering pills had intrigued many, but with stones exceeding prices easily past ten thousand, it seemed an immeasurable loss had occurred.
Despite disbelief brewing, recognition faltered as everyone's focus weighed current stakes. Li Qingyu retreated, knowing well that no mere mortal confronting armies possessed pride capable of tearing arrogance asunder or weaving facade within self-appointed power.
Yet—who could claim this banner?
Another voice roared furiously, "Yet still ten thousand stones!"
Eyes fixated as silence continued—one reality persisted: Dreams were forged in auctions unswayed amidst muted buzz overhead.
Meng Lingshao doubled the wager within blinks, leaving prior marks unresolved. Thus, Qi-gathering pill's finale loomed deeply within hushed heartbeats.
Li Mubai and Li Mintong sweat dripping from brows swirled nerves uneased.
In my heart, I prayed deeply: "Utter terms aloud—speak swift prices—shout without stalling!"
Meng Lingshao delivered striking certainty louder pulse resonating thrice asking-clear bidding invoked retort's duel further. Once answers distant yet roaring feedback addressed delayed thresholds uncertain drop final cries twisting echoing vast reach anguished stretched listened prolonged:
Zhao Wuji thunder flashed roaring atop posed fall surging strikes shouting inevitable overwhelmed chaos wrest exchange values resonating price:
"Fifty thousand rocks bear claim!"
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