Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 440 The Fundraising Team's Immortal Sword Mutation!

And this moment.

The other cultivators in the room could no longer contain their desires and began to pool their resources.

They were like ants on a hot pan, running around and forming groups of varying sizes.

Some groups are composed of a few like-minded independent cultivators. Their faces are solemn, and their eyes reveal a do-or-die determination.

Some groups are composed of members of small families who huddle together and discuss fundraising plans in hushed tones.

However, the price of this immortal sword is not something that ordinary groups can afford.

As prices continue to rise, some weaker groups are gradually finding themselves unable to keep up.

They stared at the ever-rising prices, their eyes filled with helplessness and resentment, and could only watch enviously as other powerful forces continued to bid.

Finally, a member of a minor family couldn't hold back any longer and started cursing:

"Damn it, how can the price be so high!"

"We've worked so hard to scrape together this much money, and it's not even a fraction of what we owe! Aren't they just messing with us?"

He cursed and stomped his feet as if to vent his anger.

Another cultivator with a full beard joined in, grumbling and cursing:

"That's right, no matter how good this sword is, it's not worth this price!"

"These powerful forces only know how to bully us little people. If they're so capable, let them go and rob us!"

His voice grew louder and louder, drawing echoes from other equally helpless cultivators around him.

In an instant, the crowd erupted in shouts of cursing, and the anger spread like a plague among them.

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But in the blink of an eye.

A group of demon guards surged in like wolves and tigers.

Without a word, they dragged this group of rogue cultivators, whom they considered a "rabble," out.

They were forcibly removed from the dazzling Dragon Palace auction house.

Then, in just a short while...

The bids on the auction stage have skyrocketed to 300,000 top-grade Xuanjing!

But the bidding noises did not diminish at all; on the contrary, they grew even louder.

The entire venue was in an uproar, as if boiling oil had been poured on fire, and the noise was deafening.

"This is a legendary sword!"

It's unclear who first roared out those words, their voice filled with an uncontrollable tremor.

"Let alone a hundred or a thousand years, even if we exhaust our entire lives, have we ever had such an opportunity so close at hand? This is a treasure that only exists in legends..."

That was a dream that seemed unattainable...

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Some people's voices were already choked with sobs and bordered on madness as they said:

"Now it's really right in front of me... how can anyone remain calm?!"

In an instant, the entire auction house was engulfed in a near-out-of-control frenzy.

The cultivators from all walks of life blushed with embarrassment.

Some slammed their fists on the table, some clenched their fists and pounded their chests, and some were even so excited that they became incoherent.

Despite still grumbling and complaining that the price was outrageously high—

"Three hundred thousand? Why don't they just rob someone!"

"This is outrageous extortion!"

"Even if I put all my savings into it, it wouldn't be enough!"

"Don't even mention losing everything you own; even if you sold me, you wouldn't be able to get a fraction of it!"

"..."

But those who were willing to raise prices were faster than anyone else, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The independent cultivators, who had previously fought their own battles, began to spontaneously gather together.

Three or five, or even ten or so, quickly formed temporary "fundraising teams."

They either gathered in a circle to discuss in hushed tones, or argued loudly at the top of their lungs, and some even took out their storage bags and began to take stock of their belongings on the spot.

"I'll offer five thousand!"

"I'll add three thousand!"

"Count me in! I still have a 500-year-old spirit herb here!"

"..."

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Even the usually haughty members and VIPs on the second floor couldn't sit still anymore.

One by one, the doors to the individual rooms were suddenly pushed open, and the elegantly dressed monks filed out.

These people disregarded their usual reserve and poise, and flocked to the next private room, discussing the joint bidding process in a lively and chattering manner.

"Fellow Taoists!"

An elderly man with white hair cleared his throat; his voice, though not loud, carried a certain authority.

"This immortal sword is no ordinary weapon; it would be difficult for one family to take it down on its own."

"How about we join forces and then divide the spoils after the job is done?"

"Exactly what I want!"

Immediately someone echoed,

"But this method of distribution..."

"According to the proportion of investment!"

"No, it should be based on strength!"

"Nonsense! It should be based on the size of the contribution!"

"..."

For a time, various proposals were debated and no agreement was reached, and the scene fell into chaos again.

But regardless, one thing remains the same—

No one wants to give up an opportunity that could change their life.

Their eyes gleamed with greed and determination, as if they could already see their glorious future, wielding immortal swords and dominating the world!

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And just at this time.

Then one could see the high platform in the center.

Because Li Qingyuan's burning gaze seemed to possess some kind of invisible power, piercing through layers of void.

The broken spirit of the Qixia Sword, though it had endured countless years, was riddled with holes and almost completely dissipated.

Yet, it still seems that a last vestige of understanding remains!

The moment Li Qingyuan's gaze fell upon it, the spirit of the artifact trembled slightly, like a dormant seed awakened by the spring breeze.

In an instant, the previously dull and lifeless immortal sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a single beam of light, but seven dazzling rays of light intertwined and intertwined!

Like seven agile dragons, dancing freely on the sword's blade.

The light was dazzling, instantly illuminating the entire auction hall and making everything around it pale in comparison.

The Qixia Sword seemed unable to contain its excitement; its blade hummed softly and trembled slightly.

Like a child who has been separated from its master for a long time, it eagerly calls for the master's return.

Although the tremor was weak and brief, it was filled with endless longing and yearning, as if telling of the loneliness and longing of these years.

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However, this scene seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

The cultivators present had all previously believed that the spirit of the immortal sword had long since dissipated.

It's nothing more than an empty shell, and it's unlikely to regain its former glory.

But at this moment, this sudden light struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The Legend of Sword and Fairy has been resurrected?!

Although it was only a fleeting, brilliant light before returning to silence, it had truly existed!

“What…what’s going on?!”

A middle-aged cultivator stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

"Wasn't it said that the spirit of this immortal sword had been completely extinguished? How can it still be glowing?"

"A final burst of energy? It must be a final burst of energy before death!"

Another cultivator frowned and guessed.

"This immortal sword has endured countless years, and its spiritual essence has long since been exhausted. It is now merely making its last struggle before death."

"But the light was so dazzling just now, it doesn't seem like a final burst of light before death."

A young cultivator muttered to himself.

"Could it be... that the spirit of this immortal sword has not completely dissipated, and there is still a possibility of it reviving?"

"Recovery? How is that possible!"

An old monk sneered.

"This immortal sword is too badly damaged; less than one-tenth of its spiritual essence remains. To revive it would require an enormous price to pay—it's simply a pipe dream!"

"..."

Immediately, the auction hall was abuzz with discussion, with various speculations and opinions rising and falling like a boiling pot.

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Old Turtle Xuancang and Ao Nishang also stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with astonishment.

A hint of doubt flashed in Xuancang's cloudy old eyes as he pondered to himself:

"What...what exactly is going on?"

"Hasn't the spirit of this immortal sword already dissipated?"

"Why would there be such a sudden change?"

"Could it be that some strange change has occurred, or that it was caused by some external factor?"

"..."

Ao Ni Chang was shocked, her heart filled with a stormy sea:

"Could it be... that the spirit of this immortal sword has not been completely extinguished?"

"Or is it... that some special force is secretly manipulating things?"

"Then... what exactly is the reason...?"

She frowned, her gaze fixed on the Qixia Sword beside her, trying to find answers in its faint light.

The two looked at each other.

They both saw a hint of confusion and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

This sudden turn of events was completely unexpected, leaving them somewhat at a loss for what to do.

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