Chapter 424
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Chapter 424: Feather of the Heavenly Phoenix
The Scarlet Flame Sword’s price soared to twenty thousand top-grade spirit stones in moments. Zeng Xuan kept battling Leng Yifeng and Tian Yicheng in the bidding war while others had long withdrawn. Ye Yun watched with a casual smile, his mind secretly linked to the Ancestor of the Sword Path.
“Never heard of the Scarlet Flame Sword,” the Ancestor’s voice echoed in Ye Yun’s thoughts. “But if it needs Fire Spirit Qi and has hidden tricks, I recall another blade. The Flame Dragon Sword—a top mystical weapon forged just seventeen hundred years ago. Not ancient, but potent. Mastery over Fire Spirit Qi can awaken a dragon-shaped array within it, unleashing a river-drying inferno.”
“How much skill’s needed?” Ye Yun pressed, considering joining the bid.
“The dragon’s fierce but still bound to mortal craftsmanship,” the Ancestor scoffed. “Your Purple Shadow Sword? Now that’s a mystery. Can’t even tell its rank. Doesn’t break against mystical weapons, yet it’s no Immortal artifact. Focus on mastering its lightning potential. A shred of the Thunder God’s technique would outclass any flame lizard.”
Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed in understanding.
“Twenty-five thousand!” Zeng Xuan’s icy shout cut through the hall, thunder rumbling faintly around him.
Leng Yifeng and Tian Yicheng twitched, faces strained. Leng Yifeng, young master of the Lenghua Sect, gritted his teeth—this sum strained even his resources. Tian Yicheng, a wandering cultivator, clenched his fists. With under twenty-eight thousand stones left, pushing further meant bankruptcy and making an enemy of Divine Grace Palace’s rising star.
“Yours, Zeng Xuan.” Tian Yicheng shrugged, stepping back.
Leng Yifeng blinked, thrown by the quick surrender. Hesitating, he weighed pride against practicality. Provoking Divine Grace Palace wasn’t worth a shiny sword. “A gentleman yields,” he forced a smile. “Enjoy your prize.”
Zeng Xuan’s frosty tone thawed a hair. “My thanks.”
Inside, he seethed. Using his sect’s prestige should’ve capped bids at eighteen thousand. Now he’d bled twenty-five thousand. But causing a scene post-auction would shame Divine Grace Palace. Pocketing the sword, he managed a thin smile.
Zhuge Chong nudged Ye Yun. “Divine Grace bows out next. Go wild.”
“Naturally,” Ye Yun said flatly. “Losing face isn’t an option.”
“What if trolls bid against you?”
Ye Yun shrugged. “Can’t murder them. They win, I walk away.”
Zhuge Chong guffawed, slapping his back.
The crowd muttered, some scowling, others grinning at potential drama. Eyes drifted to Flying Star Sect’s Jue Chen, who’d earlier vowed to claim a treasure.
Yue Yunfan beamed, barely containing glee. The Scarlet Flame Sword had doubled expectations! Now this Ye Yun brat promised to snatch the last two items? Fools wouldn’t spare him the courtesies shown to Zeng Xuan. Prices would skyrocket.
“Behold!” Yue Yunfan flourished a hand. Light shimmered, revealing… a feather.
Silence. Then uproar.
“A *feather*? From the ancient Heavenly Phoenix?” Leng Yifeng sneered. “Beyond Earth Immortals! Prove it!”
“Fraud!” others shouted. “Celestial beasts don’t shed!”
Yue Yunfan smiled. “Test it yourselves. Damage it? Ten thousand stones and the feather’s yours.”
The hall stilled. Doubt crept in.
