Chapter 1877: 850: Farewell Is Farewell_2
Chapter 1877: Chapter 850: Farewell Is Farewell_2
The players represented by Fang Yu only need to make a slight effort to achieve the cultivation technique, which is not on the same level as the price paid by the natives.
“I can see that everyone is very enthusiastic, but unfortunately, your enthusiasm can’t stop for now, because next up is the heavy-weight… artifact auction item!!”
Artifact!
Just with these two words, the atmosphere on site immediately became heated.
Because artifacts represent high-end and powerful.
Most artifacts have effects akin to the rule-based abilities inherent to demon bloodlines.
And the quantity of artifacts somewhat represents the foundation and strength of a family or force, so the competition for artifacts has always been the fiercest.
As the white curtain was unveiled, a wooden mechanical prosthetic hand holding a black-and-white mixed… eyeball was displayed on the platform.
Yes, it’s an eye.
The edges are made of a crystal-clear material, with a gemstone-like eyeball fixed inside, shining brightly under the auction house’s lights.
“Peeping Life Pupil, a person’s qi-blood, from inside to outside, the stronger the qi-blood, the stronger the physique. The stronger a powerhouse is, the more their qi-blood surges violently.”
“However, most martial artists can control the surge of their qi-blood, only erupting in battle to display their astonishing strength, while on regular days, they remain calm and composed, making it hard for others to discern their true strength.”
“This Peeping Life Pupil artifact can be directly held in hand, allowing you to observe someone, revealing the state of their qi-blood surge. Based on the strength of their qi-blood, you can roughly determine their power. This is extremely useful in most situations.”
“Hence, the bidding price for this item remains high, and since it is an artifact, it naturally possesses rare qualities, so the price needs to be raised further.”
The speaker continued endlessly, but Fang Yu truly had no use for this thing because his eyes were already like a measuring tape.
However, this thing was undoubtedly a great aid in avoiding danger for others.
“This thing…”
Suddenly, Fang Yu heard Ding Hui whisper softly, looking thoughtful and somewhat tempted.
Fang Yu, seeing this, quickly went to her side.
“Don’t buy it!”
He opened his mouth, just two words.
Ding Hui was taken aback, seemed to ponder something, and then smiled gently.
“I’ll listen to my husband!”
That affectionate smile, so cute and obedient, made Fang Yu’s heart race for a moment, but he quickly regained composure.
“It doesn’t look like anything good at a glance.”
Muttering, Fang Yu walked away.
Unexpectedly, Diao Xiaohui was also staring at the thing, seemingly very interested, but unfortunately… she had no money.
Diao Xiaohui had no power for independent action, naturally having no savings either.
Meanwhile, Bi Ziyu was also tempted!
When out and about, being able to discern an opponent’s strength, even just a rough idea, can bring immense security.
“Twenty thousand taels!”
He called out a price, but unfortunately, this price only lasted a short while before being quickly surpassed.
Artifacts are never cheap.
Trying to get a bargain is extremely difficult.
Bi Ziyu followed the price a few more times and then gradually gave up.
The price had exceeded his psychological range, inflated too much.
This item was eventually purchased by a buyer on the second floor, causing regret and frustration among the crowd below.
It seemed these people were sincerely interested in this thing, but unfortunately, their financial power wasn’t enough.
This highlighted the disparity between the first and second floors.
The first floor might exhaust all efforts, yet it would still be a mere casual toss for a second-floor patron.
When truly good items appear, those with competitive power on the first floor are almost nonexistent; it’s the second-floor VIPs who enter fierce bidding wars.
“Don’t worry, everyone; the next auction item is not an artifact but is extremely special! I believe many people will be interested; everyone has a chance; everyone can participate in the bidding. Please trust our auction house; we’ve prepared plenty of stock this time!”
The red cloth was lifted; this time, on the display platform, there was actually… a head!
At first glance, Fang Yu didn’t see anything peculiar, but with a second glance, he suddenly exclaimed ’ah’, instinctively stepping back two steps!
Because the head on the display platform was… Luo Jianqing’s head!!
But Luo Jianqing’s head had flesh and blood on only half of it, looking like a cross-section of a human head, perfectly intact. The other half was like black obsidian, forming blocks of black crystal, giving off an eerie and ominous feeling.
“Luo Jianqing??”
Ding Hui also noticed at this moment, blurting out instinctively.
Everyone in the room, except for Diao Xiaohui, showed expressions of confusion.
“What, do you two recognize this artifact?”
Bi Ziyu asked in confusion.
Artifact?
Fang Yu’s expression turned strange.
This was clearly Luo Jianqing’s head, so why call it an artifact?
At this point, the speaker had already started spouting nonsense.
“Many of you might find this artifact familiar. Indeed, this is none other than the head of Luo Jianqing, the Sect Master of the Luohua Sword Sect, who mysteriously died at the founding ceremony of Luojian Sword Sect!”
“In life, this person was unmatched in swordsmanship, considered a top-notch expert, but unfortunately, it is said he was heavily cursed during an expedition and eventually died on the spot due to the curse.”
Upon hearing the word curse, the crowd below immediately began to stir, with even those in the front row on the lower floor standing up, and others showing intentions to back away.
The affair of curses can be big or small.
At its most severe, it could lead to a chain reaction where everyone perishes together.
At its lightest, it’s like an annoying nightmare, troublesome to deal with.
In any case, ordinary people tend to avoid matters involving curses.
Yet the auction was placing a dead man’s cursed head on the auction stage.
Aside from the inauspiciousness, just the possibility of curse infection already makes people uneasy.
On the second floor, Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not to mention anything else, he had once known Luo Jianqing, and they had ventured into the Land of Gathering Evil together, so seeing a deceased acquaintance’s body being displayed at an auction was something he emotionally and logically found hard to accept.
“Who did this?”
Fang Yu looked at Bi Ziyu.
Bi Ziyu paused for a moment before understanding what Fang Yu meant.
Bi Ziyu was quick-witted and well-informed; if it were others, they might be clueless even upon seeing Fang Yu’s serious expression, not knowing what to think.
“No one at the auction house will tell you where their items come from; you need to investigate for yourself. Plus, Luo Jianqing’s death, according to his words, was due to a curse, unrelated to the seller; they merely desecrated the body… “
Despite these words, seeing Fang Yu’s slightly gloomy look, Bi Ziyu refrained from saying more.
Because it’s indeed hard to investigate; if auction sellers could easily be exposed, the auction house wouldn’t last long.
This involves many aspects.
Moreover, Fang Yu had mixed feelings: part anger over Luo Jianqing’s restless death and part worry, wondering if Luo Jianqing’s curse might…
“Although this item is not an artifact, because Sect Master Luo died from a curse, it attracted the interest of many skilled and cunning talents, thus his head was severed and refined into this item with special means.”
“As everyone knows, curses are the most troublesome and mysterious. But thinking the other way, when you fall into a dire situation, have you considered using curse power to perish alongside your enemy?”
Here he goes again!
Fang Yu couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
The speaker, having not exhausted the tricks of his rhetoric up till now, had decent eloquence.
By now, he was resorting to repetitive rhetoric.
However, it was effective, hitting the mark.
Yes, curses are horrible.
But if you’re about to die, the curse or no curse doesn’t really matter anymore.
At this moment, if you can still nauseate an enemy, curse them, it’s a delight beyond compare.
So it is often said that a knife itself is neither right nor wrong; it depends on how you use it. A knife chopping vegetables is a kitchen knife; used in murder, it’s a weapon—nothing more.