Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Seventh-rank Dragon Turtle

The next day, Fang Lie and Mo Lanyun had breakfast together and went directly to the venue of the second event, a huge circular building.

Upon arriving, Fang Lie realized that it was a strange building resembling a gladiatorial arena. In the center was a platform, surrounded by three towering levels of buildings, each with individual rooms missing a wall, facing inward.

This design allowed the guests in the square to clearly see inside any room.

Outside these rooms was a white restriction to protect the treasures inside.

From what Fang Lie had learned beforehand, he knew that only one group of people could enter a room at a time, guided by a Steward, to closely appreciate the treasures. If they decided to buy something, they could make a transaction right there, and the restriction outside the room would then disappear, indicating that the treasure was no longer available.

The entire circular building had about four to five hundred such rooms, meaning there were hundreds of treasures waiting for new owners.

However, there was a notable feature about these treasures; they were either incomplete, damaged, or of unknown origin, making them unable to be activated. In short, all these items came from various relics, possibly valuable treasures or worthless garbage.

Regardless of what guests bought, the sellers wouldn’t be held responsible, so the challenge lay in the guests’ perception and experience; if they were scammed, they could only blame themselves for being foolish.

This gambling-like activity was quite popular, known as treasure betting.

The Penglai Sword Sect clearly put a lot of effort into this event, as each year, a few nice items appeared, allowing guests to acquire great treasures at a minimal cost.

Even thirty years ago, at the Grand Banquet by the Sea and Sky, someone had bet on an Eighth-rank Treasure here.

In this context, the second-generation immortals naturally flocked to it, their enthusiasm even surpassing that of the following exhibition.

Since the attendees were either wealthy or influential, each with their own backing, and both righteous and evil sects were represented, conflicts could easily arise. Thus, the Penglai Sword Sect dispatched a Thunder Tribulation Immortal to oversee the event and prevent any rule-breaking that might lead to battles.

Mo Lanyun, still child-like in spirit, was extremely curious about this form of gambling. Upon arriving, she eagerly grabbed Fang Lie’s hand and led him to follow the Steward into one of the rooms.

This room was about a dozen feet square, with a massive bronze mirror placed on a pedestal in the center.

Once inside, the Steward obediently stood at the entrance, allowing the guests to explore.

Mo Lanyun excitedly walked over and grabbed the three-foot-diameter bronze mirror, examining it closely.

Fang Lie followed her lead, admiring the mirror, and noticed that its design was very classical. It was clear that it had not been used for ages; just from its appearance, he could tell it was thousands of years old.

However, coming from a humble background, Fang Lie had limited knowledge and could not determine more details.

Mo Lanyun, on the other hand, surprised Fang Lie greatly.

After fiddling with the mirror for a moment, she placed it down in disappointment and disdainfully said, "Although this is a treasure of decent grade, it is actually just a luxury item for people. Its only ability is to reflect the human body clearly, specifically for women’s makeup. Its severe damage has even caused that ability to disappear; it is completely garbage!"

Fang Lie did not expect Mo Lanyun to evaluate it this way. He couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Although I’m not clear on the specifics, I can roughly tell that its materials are very high-end, probably metal above Seventh-rank. Could anyone really be bored enough to use such fine materials to create something just for makeup?"

"Of course! Thousands of years ago, high-rank materials were not as scarce as they are now. Many bored individuals from wealthy families made several everyday items with high-rank materials just to show off their wealth. I’ve even seen a pot made from Eighth-rank material!" Mo Lanyun replied, "This item is here just because of its striking materials, but essentially, it is garbage. The way it was crafted was so skillful that it’s nearly impossible to reclaim the materials now! This means it is practically worthless."

"May I ask…" Fang Lie quietly said, "That large pot you mentioned, could it be from your family?"

"Oh dear!" Mo Lanyun’s face suddenly flushed red, and she awkwardly said, "That was just my ancestors fooling around!"

"Ah," Fang Lie sighed deeply and smiled wryly, "I really can’t compare myself to you wealthy people!"

"Alright, alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s continue!" Mo Lanyun quickly pulled Fang Lie out of the room.

However, as they stepped out of this room, they suddenly found themselves blocked by a group of people.

There were seven or eight individuals, and leading them was a handsome young Daoist with a gentle and refined demeanor.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and greeted Fang Lie and Mo Lanyun, saying, "I am Ming Yue from West Kunlun. It is a pleasure to meet you both!"

Although this person bore no hostility, there was a terrifying aura emanating from him. Fang Lie estimated that even though he had not advanced in the Golden Pool, he was still a Qi Sea cultivator, but his Magic was probably several times deeper than Mo Lanyun’s, with at least seven or eight thousand miles of Qi Sea!

Fang Lie and Mo Lanyun naturally did not want to be rude and both respectfully replied, "We have met you, Senior Brother Ming Yue!"

"I wonder what advice you have for us, Dao Brother?" Fang Lie then asked in a calm manner.

"Advice, I dare not offer, but I have a request!" Ming Yue smiled and said, "I heard that Junior Brother had a battle on the life-and-death platform and defeated Bailongzi from East Kunlun, even obtaining his White Dragon Sword. Is that true?"

"That is indeed the case!" Fang Lie said with a smile, "Are you here for that matter, Senior Brother?"

"Correct!" Ming Yue smiled, "As they say, enemies should be resolved rather than deepened. Since you have given Bailongzi a lesson, why not take a step back?"

"What do you mean, Senior Brother?" Fang Lie pretended not to understand and asked.

"Of course, I mean the White Dragon Divine Sword!" Ming Yue said with a wry smile, "That is the reputation of their sect. How can it easily be given to outsiders? So, I was entrusted by East Kunlun to discuss peace with you. If you are willing to return the White Dragon Divine Sword, then the matter of killing Bailongzi will be wiped away, and no one will pursue it further."

"That is truly laughable!" Fang Lie sneered, "I fought him fairly on the life-and-death platform; can East Kunlun not accept losing? Must they pursue my responsibility?"

"Well…" Ming Yue said with a bitter smile, "Junior Brother, the White Dragon Divine Sword is tied to East Kunlun’s face. You holding it is indeed inappropriate, isn’t it?"

"I don’t care if they perish!" Fang Lie coldly replied, "Ever since my father was betrayed to death by those rogues from East Kunlun, I will never give them any face, because they do not deserve it!"

"This…" Ming Yue frowned and said, "So, you mean that you absolutely want to make Kunlun lose face?"

"Hehe, are you saying that West Kunlun will join hands with East Kunlun to oppress me?" Fang Lie sneered, "If that is the case, then I can only say, come together! I truly do not see Kunlun Mountain in my eyes!"

"Sigh, I originally did not want to fall out with Junior Brother, but it seems our two families have no possibility for reconciliation. What a pity!" Ming Yue said helplessly, "Since that is the case, I can only offend you!"

"Come at me!" Fang Lie sneered, "Do you want to fight on the life-and-death platform? I can give you a chance to win back the White Dragon Divine Sword!"

"Forget it!" Ming Yue immediately waved his hand and said, "I am not an idiot. How could I fall for your tricks? Master Tianlong’s Tianlong Zen Chant is not something I can resist."

"Then what do you plan to do?" Fang Lie asked with a smile.

"Why don’t we do this? Since we have encountered each other at this treasure gambling conference, let’s simply have a bet!" Ming Yue said with a faint smile, "I have heard that Mo Sect’s refining techniques are the best in the world, so I believe your ability to appraise treasures is also not bad. You wouldn’t be afraid of the challenge, would you?"

"How do we bet?" Fang Lie inquired.

"Very simple, we each buy one item and then compare whose item is better. As the challenger, I will take the loss. If we tie, I will give you ten thousand small spirit pearls, how about that?" Ming Yue confidently said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Lie immediately felt anxious. While Mo Sect excels at refining and appraising treasures, it does not mean he is good at it. Coming from a poor background, he had only started to prosper for about a year, busy with cultivation and making money; he had no time to learn about treasure appraisal.

Ming Yue was different. Although he looked young, he was actually in his thirties or forties and had lived for more than twenty years longer than Fang Lie. With so much more time for study, and given his noble status, he had often seen good items. His skills in treasure appraisal were naturally top-notch, far beyond what a mere Fang Lie could match.

However, Fang Lie had a proud nature. Under the eyes of many, he could not back down, so he changed the subject and said, "If I lose, I will have to give you the Eighth-rank Treasure, the White Dragon Divine Sword. So what will you wager if you lose? Don’t tell me that ten thousand small spirit pearls would be enough to settle this! That would be an insult to yourself!"

"Haha~" Ming Yue instantly laughed heartily, "I certainly would not be that shameless. My wager is this!"

As he spoke, a transparent water orb appeared in his hand, about three inches in size, inside which was a turtle the size of a walnut, with seven stout horns growing on its head, arranged in a line from its nostrils to its neck, gradually decreasing in size.

At that moment, many onlookers gathered around. Fang Lie and the others swept their divine senses over it and instantly felt a terrifying aura, no less than that of an Immortal!

At this point, Mo Lanyun suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, this looks like the legendary Dragon Turtle! They say that it grows an additional horn for every advancement, and this Dragon Turtle has seven horns? My goodness, that means it has lived for at least a hundred thousand years and is a Seventh-rank Great Demon!"