Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 441 The Sword Spirit Still Exists: Frenzied Bidding

It's the same off the field.

Not to mention Li Qingyuan, who was in a single room on the second floor.

At that moment, he suddenly stood up, his body trembling slightly with excitement.

His eyes were fixed on the Qixia Sword on the high platform in the center of the arena, and tears welled up in his eyes.

His connection with the Qixia Sword is extremely deep!

That was not just a sword, but his natal sword, nurtured by his blood drop by drop every day for a full eighty-one days!

This sword had long been integrated into his blood, connected to his mind and spirit, making him and the sword one.

That long-lost sense of familiarity surged into his heart like a tide, filling him with an indescribable bittersweet emotion.

Just a moment ago, he could clearly feel that the Qixia Sword had also sensed his presence.

That faint tremor, that dazzling light, were all the Qixia Sword conveying its longing and yearning to him.

But it was far too weak; its divine essence was less than one-tenth, or even less...

Only a faint trace of spirituality prevented it from responding further, and it could only return to silence once more.

But Li Qingyuan knew that the Qixia Sword was waiting for him!

It awaits the moment it returns to its owner, the day it can regain its former glory!

This deep bond of life and death caused Li Qingyuan to lose control of her emotions and find it difficult to remain calm.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, and he silently vowed:

"No matter what, I must bring you home!"

Whatever the reason, the reappearance of the Qixia Sword is a gift of fate for Li Qingyuan.

He knew all too well what this sword meant to him; it represented his past glory and the path he had taken, a witness and companion along the way.

Li Qingyuan would absolutely not allow it to fall into the hands of others!

Even if there are many difficulties ahead, even if he has to go bankrupt, he has no regrets!

Because he understood that only in this way could he be worthy of his "old friend" who had fought alongside him and shared life and death with him!

His gaze grew increasingly firm and resolute, ready to face any challenge!

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The third floor, inside a private room.

The powerful figures from all the major forces were now staring with burning passion, their faces slightly distorted by fervor.

Originally, they saw that the sword was dilapidated, rusty, and its blade was broken...

They regarded it as a useless piece of scrap metal, and their hearts were filled with contempt and disdain.

However, when the sword spirit's aura, hidden within the sword, inadvertently leaked out even a fraction...

This was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples and stirring up a storm in everyone's hearts.

Kan Chen, an elder of the Xuandao Sect, originally had a calm and indifferent demeanor, looking down from the crowd.

At this moment, he was so excited that his hands trembled, and even his Taoist robe seemed to be clanging.

His eyes gleamed with greed and excitement as he secretly plotted:

"The spirit of this sword still exists!"

"If it can be obtained by my Xuandao Sect, and with the help of the sect's top-grade natural treasures that have been treasured for many years, and with careful repair, it will surely regain its immortal power one day."

"At that time, with this immortal treasure, the Xuandao Sect will surely be able to surpass all other sects and become the undisputed overlord of the Central Continent!"

Yun Ruichuan, the newly appointed elder of the Yun family, is usually calm, dignified, and rarely smiles;

At this moment, however, he could not hide his excitement, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

He clenched his fists, shouting in his heart:

"This is a golden opportunity!"

"If we can bring this immortal sword into the Yun family and repair it, who in the Central Plains would dare to stand in the way of the Yun family members wielding this immortal treasure?"

"The Yun family will surely rise to prominence, becoming the foremost family in Central China and leaving a lasting legacy!"

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Chu Huai-ren of the Chu family also had eyes full of fanaticism and greed at this moment.

He murmured softly:

"Once this immortal sword is repaired, its power will surely be earth-shattering."

"If my Chu family could possess such a celestial treasure, how could we not dominate the Central Plains?"

"By then, the Chu family's banners will be planted on every inch of land in the Central Plains, making the world revere the name of the Chu family!"

The old demon Shao Jihe of the Heavenly Demon Palace, along with other demon cultivators, were all burly and exuded a strong demonic aura.

Their bloodshot eyes widened, and a low growl escaped their throats.

Like hungry wild beasts spotting their long-desired prey.

They were thinking:

"If this immortal sword were obtained by my Heavenly Demon Palace and tempered with demonic power, it would surely become an unparalleled demonic weapon."

"At that time, the disciples of my Heavenly Demon Palace, wielding immortal swords, will sweep across the Central Plains, and all human factions will have to submit to the feet of my demon race!"

The old monk Ziyang Zhenren of Wanfo Temple, who was usually compassionate and peaceful, was also finding it difficult to remain calm at this moment.

A hint of longing and determination flickered in his eyes as he thought to himself:

"This immortal sword contains the supreme essence of swordsmanship. If it can be obtained by my Wanfo Temple and enlightened by Buddhist teachings, it will surely become a Buddhist treasure to suppress destiny."

"At that time, the Buddha's light of Wanfo Temple will shine upon Zhongzhou, enlighten all sentient beings, and become a unique Buddhist holy site in Zhongzhou, purifying the world!"

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The old woman, the protector of the Nine Nether Demonic Sect, exuded a sinister and terrifying aura, and a ferocious smile appeared on her face.

She laughed wildly to herself:

"Haha, if this immortal sword falls into the hands of my Nine Nether Demonic Sect and is refined with demonic techniques, it will surely become an unparalleled demonic weapon."

"At that time, our powerful demonic sect members, wielding immortal swords, will surely unleash a bloodbath in the Central Plains!"

"Let everyone feel the terrifying power of my Demonic Sect, and become the supreme ruler of Central Continent!"

Even Pei Ziyan looked surprised, but she didn't show any eagerness or fervor, seemingly not particularly interested in competing for it...

Although the various factions have slightly different ideas.

But at this moment, they all unanimously fixed their gazes on that immortal sword.

It was as if it were an unparalleled key to unlocking the hegemony of the Central Plains!

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Soon, the sounds of bidding rose and fell like a tidal wave, and prices soared like a runaway horse.

In just a short while, the price skyrocketed to 500,000 top-grade Xuanjing!

The mountain of top-grade mystic crystals radiated a dazzling light.

It's like a majestic mountain built of wealth.

Yet, this still couldn't stop people's crazy pursuit of the Legend of Sword and Fairy.

However, this is far from the end.

The sounds of bidding continued to echo throughout the three-story space, rising and falling like a never-ending war.

Each bid was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts and making their heartbeats quicken involuntarily.

Prices continue to rise without any sign of stopping, like a surging river, unstoppable.

Judging from this trend, the price is very likely to break through the staggering figure of one million top-grade Xuanjing crystals!

By then, it will not be a simple bidding process, but a high-stakes gamble on wealth, power, and dominance.

That immortal sword, like a dazzling star, attracts countless people to pursue it relentlessly...

No matter the cost, we will not hesitate!

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And this moment.

Li Qingyuan was still extremely anxious, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, constantly thinking of ways to raise funds.

He knew the importance of the Qixia Sword; it was a treasure he had to obtain no matter what!

However, the huge funding gap at present has left him with a heavy heart.

So, disregarding everything else, he decisively spoke up and sought help from all sides, his eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Upon hearing that Li Qingyuan urgently needed funds to bid for the Qixia Sword, Su Yaoyue and Wang Anran immediately took action.

Although they didn't bring many Xuanjing with them this time, they still took out all the Xuanjing they had in their possession without hesitation.

Su Yaoyue frowned slightly, her eyes revealing determination and resolve, and thought to herself:

"This Qixia Sword is so important to Junior Uncle, I must lend him a hand."

"I would give anything, even if it meant sacrificing everything."

"As long as I can help him achieve his wish, it's all worth it!"

Wang Anran's pretty face was tense, her expression serious, and she silently muttered to herself:

“Young Master Li is a righteous and loyal man. Now that he is in trouble, I will do my best to help him.”

"These crystals are what I have accumulated over the years, but compared to Young Master Li's friendship, what are they?"

Granny Lan also came out in full force, taking out all the Xuan Crystals she had accumulated over the years.

However, she was unwilling.

She was completely bewitched by Su Yaoyue's sweet words, which is why she did everything she could to help!

Otherwise, she would simply remain wearing a 'pain mask'.

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