"What kind of sword technique has a starting bid of a hundred million?!"
An Yi secretly clicked his tongue, sensing something was off.
At that moment, inside a VIP booth.
The mysterious figure known as Commander Long curled his lips into a cold smile. "Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique? Hah, what arrogance! Let’s see just how it slays dragons!"
"120 million!"
As soon as the auctioneer’s hammer fell, another voice rang out.
It came from a burly, bearded man with a stocky and muscular build.
"150 million!"
Another martial artist, dressed similarly, shouted his bid.
"190 million!"
"200 million!"
"230 million!"
The price skyrocketed, reaching a staggering figure.
Chen Bing watched and shook his head slightly.
Only he knew—this was nothing but a trap.
In his ten thousand cycles of reincarnation, he had once obtained this very sword technique, the "Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes."
But!
No one could decipher what was written in it!
Over countless cycles, he had consulted countless scholars, yet not a single one could recognize the script.
Now, the price for the Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes continued to climb!
The elderly auctioneer was drenched in sweat, his face flushed red as if he might suffer a stroke at any moment from the excitement.
Yet, most of the crowd remained composed, watching silently.
An Yi pondered, "What’s the deal with this sword technique?"
Yan Zhi scrolled through her phone and said flatly, "Found it. The Xiangyun Auction House has unveiled an ancient martial sword technique. Legend says even a Ming Jin practitioner who masters it can challenge a Hua Jin master."
"Hua Jin?"
An Yi looked utterly confused.
"What’s that?"
Yan Zhi sighed, massaging her temples. "You don’t even know this? The hierarchy of martial artists!"
"I don’t. Isn’t An Jin the strongest?"
An Yi frowned slightly.
He had thought his strength alone was enough to dominate the entire nation!
Yan Zhi explained, "Theoretically, An Jin practitioners are at the pinnacle of the martial world in our country. But some ancient families and sects have old monsters who’ve reached the Hua Jin realm—they’re practically celestial beings who’ve withdrawn from worldly affairs. You’d rarely encounter them."
An Yi asked curiously, "Then what’s my level?"
"You’re currently at Ming Jin."
Yan Zhi hesitated, then decided against elaborating.
This guy’s surface strength might only be Ming Jin, but in reality, even most An Jin experts would struggle against him.
Or rather, his cultivation path wasn’t the traditional martial route at all.
Aside from An Yi, there was another anomaly—Lin Chen. Both of them possessed the terrifying ability to effortlessly kill An Jin masters. They couldn’t be judged by conventional standards!
An Yi stared at the Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes displayed on the auction stage and muttered, "Heh, I’m curious now. What kind of sword art can supposedly let a Ming Jin practitioner slay immortals?"
The bids soared!
Martial artists who had waited all night finally joined the frenzy.
Starting at 100 million, the price had now tripled to 300 million!
Fewer voices called out bids now.
Countless eyes gleamed with predatory intent.
Hidden in the shadows, his hood pulled low, Zhang Fan grinned eerily.
"Whoever gets it doesn’t matter. I’ll just kill them and take it later."
Murder and plunder—what joyous fun.
"500 million!"
Boss Nie, silent until now, suddenly spoke.
The moment his voice rang out, the entire auction hall fell deathly silent.
"Any higher bids? Anyone?!"
The auctioneer screamed, trying to reignite the frenzy.
But eerily, the room remained still.
"500 million—going higher isn’t worth it."
"Who said you need money to get the technique?"
Clearly, many shared Zhang Fan’s thoughts!
"Boss, looks like we’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest," the mixed-blood beauty beside Boss Nie remarked with a smirk.
Boss Nie snorted. "Doesn’t matter. Let’s play along."
In a VIP booth, a one-eyed giant of a man rumbled, "Commander Long, should we—"
Commander Long’s voice, ethereal yet icy, cut him off. "No need. They clearly don’t plan to obtain it through proper means. I’ve seen this sword technique before—I couldn’t read a single word."
"Commander Long, even you—"
The one-eyed man was stunned.
He knew exactly how long Commander Long had existed in this world.
If even he couldn’t decipher it, there was only one possibility—this technique didn’t originate from this world.
"What interests me more is who spread the rumor that mastering this technique lets a Ming Jin practitioner kill a Hua Jin master."
Commander Long sipped his tea, sensing something amiss.
"The Hundred Ghosts Sect!" the one-eyed man growled. "It has to be their doing!"
"Gather all the intel on the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s Thousand Taoist and their siege on the Law Enforcement Bureau. I want to review it."
Commander Long stood, his voice calm yet foreboding. "The nation has been too quiet for too long. A storm is coming."
The one-eyed man watched his commander’s back with solemn reverence.
This man was the true guardian deity of the nation!
"500 million—going once! Twice! Sold to VIP 153!"
Seeing no further bids, the auctioneer reluctantly brought down the hammer.
"Boss, we’ll have to make a run for it once we get the manual. We’ve got numbers, but there are far more eyes on us now," the mixed-blood beauty whispered nervously.
Boss Nie nodded. "We’ll see. It’s just a sword manual."
After the auction ended, An Yi headed to the back to complete his transaction.
The moment he swiped his card, 5.4 million vanished from his 14-million fortune. The loss felt like having half his life drained away.
Only when he received the seeds of the Celestial Star Grass did he feel somewhat revived.
This was the golden ticket to his bourgeois dreams!
A qipao-clad attendant watched An Yi collect his seeds, her heart aching.
With his sharp brows, starry eyes, and tall, lean frame, he was the picture of a dashing young man—if only he weren’t… incapable.
"Sir, your sword," another qipao girl said sweetly, gesturing to the battered greatsword propped near the entrance with a practiced smile.
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
"Damn it! You just left my sword out here? It cost five million! What if some hobo walked off with it?"
Of course, he didn’t know that if he hadn’t bought it tonight, the Xiangyun Auction House would’ve sold it for scrap metal.
Honestly, no one would’ve taken it even for free!
An Yi grabbed the hilt and effortlessly hefted the massive blade with one hand, leaving the attendant gaping.
"Can’t perform, yet he’s freakishly strong…"
Yan Zhi mused, "Why waste five million on this scrap metal?"
An Yi grinned as he examined the blade. "You wouldn’t get it!"
He channeled his energy into the sword—
Suddenly, the blade became impossibly heavy!
"Shit!"
Unable to hold it, An Yi crashed to the ground, sword and all.
"Stop fooling around. Let’s head back to Jiangbei," Yan Zhi said, yawning. She’d spent the whole night bidding on nothing.
"Hold up. Something’s happening over there."
An Yi picked up the broken sword, his grin widening.
Not far from the auction house, a crowd had gathered around a marked location.
His [Tyrant] mission wasn’t complete yet!
And he’d been craving the system’s reward—[Storage Space]—all night!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
For the sake of his unrequited love, his ex-girlfriend abandoned him at the altar, indirectly causing the death of his parents. Just when he thought his life was plunged into darkness, a clueless yet beautiful girl unexpectedly took him in. Looking back, he realized how many hidden gems had always been by his side. A childhood friend who had secretly loved him for over a decade, a stunning but socially clueless school beauty, a mischievous and playful girl who lived for chaos... His ex, filled with regret, pleaded: "I was wrong—can we go back to how things were?" Before he could respond, the girl stepped in front of Ye Shuang and coldly declared, "If you didn’t cherish him, then he’s mine now." Also known as: "After Losing My Job, I Was Picked Up by a Hidden Gem," "The School Beauty I Raised," and "Oh No, I’m Surrounded by Rich Girls."
