Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 98 Immortal Spirit City Auction 13

When the female sword cultivator shouted "one hundred million spirit stones," the atmosphere in the entire auction hall became as tense as a taut string, ready to explode at any moment.

The mysterious man in black broke the silence first. His voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, cold and full of intimidation: "One hundred and twenty million spirit stones, do you think that can stop me? This Starfall Divine Sword will be the key to my domination of the cultivation world. No one can ruin my plan."

The black mist surrounding him grew increasingly dense, threatening to spread outwards, leaving the stone slabs on the ground covered in frost wherever he went.

The female swordsman was fearless. She stood with her sword held high, her posture as straight as a pine tree, and resolutely replied: "One hundred and fifty million spirit stones. My sword heart is as clear as a mirror. If this sword belongs to you, there will be endless suffering. In the name of a swordsman, and with my devotion to the sword path, I will protect it under the righteous path."

A dazzling sword light emanated from her sword, echoing the Starfall Divine Sword, as if she were declaring her resolve to the divine sword.

The burly man boomed, "One hundred and eighty million spirit stones! I don't have all those tricks up my sleeve. I just know this sword can't fall into the wrong hands and harm people. I've staked everything on it—all my magical treasures, spirit ores, and any opportunities I might have on my path to immortality. If all else fails, I'll start over!"

After saying that, his muscles tensed, and a powerful force surged from his body, causing the surrounding wood chips to scatter everywhere.

The sword master's expression turned solemn as he slowly spoke: "Two hundred million spirit stones. My sect has a thousand-year history, and although we have always maintained a low profile, this matter concerns the rise and fall of the sword path, and I cannot stand idly by. This is the wealth my sect has accumulated over a thousand years. Even if it costs everything, I will fight for this glimmer of hope for the sword path. We must not allow such a divine artifact to become an accomplice of evil."

As he spoke, the faint phantom images of past sect leaders appeared behind him, as if giving him strength and support.

At this moment, the spiritual energy in the venue surged even more violently, the roof beams began to creak, and dust poured down like a waterfall.

The remains of tables and chairs spun rapidly in the vortex of spiritual energy, colliding with each other and making crackling sounds.

The defensive array on the wall flickered erratically, like a candle flame swaying in a gale, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. The piercing alarm sounded painfully, as if desperately shouting that the power had exceeded its limit.

Upon seeing this, the mysterious man in black let out a chilling laugh: "Two hundred and fifty million spirit stones, your struggles are so futile. This cultivation world will be under my control sooner or later. Your current resistance is nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree."

He waved his hands, and the black mist transformed into various hideous ghost faces, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at the surroundings.

The young swordsman's eyes widened in fury, flames seemingly burning in his eye sockets. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, and shouted loudly, "Two hundred and eighty million spirit stones! My life was given to me by the sword. If I cannot stop you today, how can I have the face to stand on the path of the sword? I am willing to use my life to defend the dignity of the sword and fight against this evil to the very end!"

A powerful sword aura erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky and piercing a hole in the roof. Sunlight streamed in, but was tainted by the sword aura and turned eerie.

The female sword cultivator trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a mixture of excitement and a sense of mission.

She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a resolute determination to die for her cause: "Three hundred million spirit stones. I am willing to bind my entire life's freedom to this sword. If I cannot use it to protect the righteous path and eradicate all evil in the world, I am willing to be scorned by the heavens and fall into an abyss of eternal damnation."

She slowly removed her sword tassel and gently placed it on the auction stage, as if bidding farewell to her past self, and wholeheartedly throwing herself into this holy war against evil for the Starfall Divine Sword.

The price announcement was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears, and the entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by the unimaginable price, and all eyes were focused on the female sword cultivator. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The mysterious man in black seemed to have his soul ripped out, his eyes wide with disbelief. He swayed a few times, as if he were drunk, and staggered.

The thick black fog also dissipated quickly, as if it had lost its supporting force.

In the end, he slumped into the chair, still unwilling to give up, his eyes filled with resentment and frustration.

The burly man let out a long sigh of relief, a simple, honest smile spreading across his face. He looked at the female swordswoman with admiration: "Girl, you are a true hero! I admire you!"

The sword master nodded slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction: "With this sword in your hands, it will surely shine again and protect all living beings. This is a blessing for the sword and a boon for the world."

The auctioneer was already flushed with excitement, his voice trembling like a leaf in the wind: "Three hundred million spirit stones once, three hundred million spirit stones twice, three hundred million spirit stones three times! Sold! This ancient divine artifact, the Starfall Divine Sword, belongs to this female sword cultivator!"

The auction gavel fell with what seemed like the utmost effort.

As the auction gavel fell, the spiritual energy storm in the venue gradually subsided, and the light of the defensive array slowly stabilized. However, the thrilling bidding process was deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, becoming a legend that would be passed down through the ages in the cultivation world.

With a sense of reverence and sacred mission, the female swordsman slowly walked onto the stage, her trembling hands gently grasping the hilt of the Starfall Divine Sword.

At that moment, she felt as if she had become one with the divine sword, sensing its ancient and powerful soul. Her eyes were filled with determination and tenderness, as if she were confiding her long-lost friend about a thousand years of longing and anticipation.

The female swordsman happily accepted the Starfall Divine Sword. Just as she was about to step down from the stage, the doors of the venue were suddenly blasted open by a powerful force.

A chilling gust of wind howled in, carrying black snowflakes, and everyone shivered.

A tall figure wearing a black hood and a black robe slowly walked into the venue. With each step he took, a thick layer of ice would form on the ground.

"This Starfall Divine Sword should rightfully belong to me, the Dark Night Demon Lord. How dare you, a mere woman, lay a finger on it!" The Dark Night Demon Lord's voice echoed like thunder throughout the hall, making everyone's ears ring.

The female swordsman clutched her divine sword tightly, glaring angrily: "You fiend, don't spout nonsense here. This is what I won through fair bidding. What right do you have to steal it?"

The auctioneer cried out in alarm, "How dare you break the rules of the auction! You are making an enemy of the entire cultivation world!"

The Dark Night Demon Lord sneered, "Rules? In my eyes, only the strong can possess everything. Three hundred and fifty million spirit stones, I want this sword!"

An elderly cultivator with white hair stepped forward: "You villain, don't even think about causing trouble here. This Starfall Divine Sword already has an owner. If you continue to cause trouble, we cultivators will definitely not let you go."

The Dark Night Demon Lord scoffed disdainfully, "You bunch of rabble? Four hundred million spirit stones? Let's see who dares to stop me!"

At this moment, a young, talented cultivator said, "Do you think spirit stones can buy everything? This divine sword represents justice and light, and it will not fall into the hands of a dark person like you. We will continue to raise the price even if it costs 450 million spirit stones!"

The temperature inside the venue dropped sharply, icicles began to form on the walls, and the originally shimmering defensive array was covered by a layer of frost, making its light very weak.

The female sword cultivator steeled her resolve: "Five hundred million spirit stones! Even if it costs me my life, I will not let you succeed."

A murderous glint flashed in the Dark Night Demon Lord's eyes: "You ignorant fool. Six hundred million spirit stones! I'd like to see what else you've got up your sleeve."

The crowd began to discuss the matter, all expressing concern for the female sword cultivator.

Xu Xiaoxiao said anxiously to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, what should we do? That Dark Night Demon Lord is so powerful, will the female sword cultivator be in danger?"

Mu Zhusheng's expression was solemn: "This Dark Night Demon Lord is a great scourge to the cultivation world. His open robbery must be due to something he's relying on. But the female sword cultivator won't give up easily. Let's wait and see how things develop."

Under the tense gaze of everyone, the confrontation between the female sword cultivator and the Dark Night Demon Lord continued, and the bidding continued to rise. The entire venue seemed to be pulled by the forces of darkness and justice, and was plunged into an unprecedented crisis.