"Fifty million, first call!"
"Fifty million, second call!"
"Fifty million, third call!"
"Sold!!!"
"I announce that this Yin Ning Grass has been purchased by a VIP from 701."
This time, Liu Zimo spoke very quickly, and didn't pause after the second call to add any encouraging words.
In his opinion, anyone who could bid as high as fifty million would surely not face any further competition.
As it turned out, Liu Zimo's thoughts were correct. Everyone present was stunned by the bid.
After the initial commotion, it wasn't until Liu Zimo announced the successful auction that they truly reacted.
Qi Yuntian and his son, who had successfully acquired the Yin Ning Grass, breathed a sigh of relief.
While fifty million was a large sum, it was insignificant compared to obtaining the Yin Ning Grass to cure their grandfather.
However, due to the auction house's regulations, payment and collection of auction items were only permitted after the auction concluded. Thus, Qi Yuntian and his son did not leave immediately.
"This auction item..."
"The next auction item is truly remarkable. It is..."
"Haha, this auction item is sure to be a favorite among our female VIPs, because..."
The auction continued, with Liu Zimo eloquently introducing one item after another on stage.
After the last item was auctioned off, the auction finally concluded.
"Thank you all for attending our auction today. Dihao Auction House is always your best choice. Thank you all. I am Liu Zimo, and I look forward to seeing you next time."
Liu Zimo had spoken for over two hours continuously without a break.
Yet, his condition was no different from when he started, his smile as composed and calm as ever.
Then, he bowed to the audience, and the auction officially ended.
Under the guidance of the Dihao Auction House staff, the guests slowly left the auction venue.
Those who had purchased items were personally escorted to the backstage area for payment and collection.
Given the high value of some of the auctioned items, Dihao Auction House also arranged for security personnel and vehicles to escort the buyers home.
It had to be said that this was a very thoughtful service.
Qi Yuntian and his son followed the staff to the backstage to collect their item, while Du Fei left with the crowd.
Upon exiting, Du Fei walked towards the parking lot.
Arriving at his car, and having been given the keys by Qi Yuntian beforehand, he unlocked the car and intended to wait inside for Qi Yuntian and his son.
*Clack.*
However, as he approached the car, his foot seemed to kick something.
Du Fei looked down and saw a black trash bag lying beneath the car.
It didn't appear to be carrying trash, as there was a long object inside.
Du Fei instinctively reached out to pick it up, intending to see what was inside.
*Huh.*
When Du Fei opened the black trash bag, he discovered that it contained a short sword.
And this short sword looked somewhat familiar.
Right, he had seen this short sword at the auction just now.
At the time, Liu Zimo had introduced it as a work by a master swordsmith from the Shang Dynasty, with significant collectible value.
However, its price was not very high, being acquired for less than a million.
But why would a sword that was purchased at auction be found under a car, and wrapped in a black trash bag?
For a moment, Du Fei was confused.
As Du Fei stared at the short sword for a couple of seconds, he suddenly froze.
*Kara la.*
Du Fei drew the short sword from its scabbard. Then, he ran his hand back and forth along the blade.
After doing so about three or four times, Du Fei gripped the tip of the sword and applied sudden force with both hands.
*Crack.*
The short sword actually split in the middle.
According to Liu Zimo's description at the auction, this short sword was a product of a Shang Dynasty master swordsmith, and its durability would surely be guaranteed if it had survived to this day.
But now, Du Fei had exerted very little force, and it had broken in half with just a squeeze. This quality was truly terrible.
In fact, it was not the case. There was a very subtle crack in the middle of the short sword, which ordinary people could not detect with the naked eye.
It turned out that the short sword in Du Fei's hand was hollow inside.
After the short sword split in the middle, a miniature sword, no larger than a baby's palm, appeared before Du Fei.
This miniature sword was milky white all over, making it unforgettable at first glance.
He truly hadn't expected that an ancient sword from the Shang Dynasty would hide another miniature sword inside.
It was only because Du Fei possessed the 'Perspective Eyes' that he could discover this secret.
Du Fei quite liked this small sword and decided to pick it up for a closer look.
Unexpectedly, as Du Fei's finger touched the small sword.
"Hiss."
The small sword was incredibly sharp and directly cut Du Fei's fingertip.
Two drops of Du Fei's blood immediately dripped onto the milky white blade.
He hadn't expected such a small sword to be so sharp.
Fortunately, it was only a fingertip cut. Du Fei circulated the 'Wan Xiang Jue' within his body, and instantly, the wound on his finger stopped bleeding.
*Huh.*
As Du Fei circulated the 'Wan Xiang Jue' and sealed the wound on his finger.
His first action was to look down at the milky white small sword.
Subsequently, Du Fei suddenly had a hallucination, feeling as if he had achieved a telepathic connection with this milky white small sword, becoming one with it.
This was simply unbelievable.
How could he possibly develop such a feeling for a small sword?
*Whoosh.*
This, this.
Du Fei was stunned.
Because the milky white small sword slowly floated into the air.
The next second, with a thought from Du Fei, the milky white small sword moved again.
*Whoosh.*
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.*
For a full ten minutes, through various attempts, Du Fei discovered that as long as he activated the 'Wan Xiang Jue' within his body, the milky white small sword before him would turn into a flying sword and fly according to his commands.
Du Fei also tested it with the short sword that had been broken in half. With a light touch from the milky white small sword, the short sword was cut as if it were made of paper.
Through his experiments, Du Fei also discovered that the milky white small sword could only fly about half a meter away from him. Any further, and Du Fei would lose his connection to it, causing the small sword to fall to the ground uncontrollably.
However, even so, it was astonishing.
A small sword of unparalleled sharpness, capable of moving as freely and skillfully as his own arm under his command.
If he could cultivate further in the future, would he, like the ancient sword immortals, be able to kill people from a thousand miles away using this small sword?
Just thinking about it made his heart tremble with excitement.