At the same time, in the Rufeng Sect's private room on the third floor, Ye Wangxi's tall and slender figure stood beside the carved railing of the hollowed out Tong Hua flower pattern. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his lips were thinly pursed.
"Young Master Ye, Elder Xu asked us to buy the Divine Martial Sword. If you really want to bid for the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat, I'm afraid you won't have enough money …"
"It's fine. I'll pay for it myself."
Seeing Ye WangXi's insistence, they secretly looked at each other and didn't utter another word.
The Second Pavilion Master of the Xuanyuan Pavilion said crisply, "The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat starts at 10 million gold coins. Immortals can bid higher."
"11 million."
"12 million."
The noise on the first floor grew louder and louder as the price soared rapidly.
"19 million!"
"I bid 25 million!"
The sudden increase of 6 million made many cultivators sigh and sit down while shaking their heads.
At this time, the silver slips from the private rooms on the second floor fell in front of the Pavilion Master of the Xuanyuan Pavilion. She quickly took them one by one and opened the slips between her fingers. Like opening a folding fan, she opened the slips with the price written on them.
"The highest bid."
After the Second Pavilion Master read it, she said clearly, "The Black Room No. 1 offers 35 million."
"35 million?!"
Everyone gasped and looked back at the Black Room on the second floor. However, the lights were dim and the silver gauze fluttered, but they couldn't see who was sitting there.
"35 million is enough to buy a palace on the Immortal Island."
"Who offered such a high price? It's too outrageous …"
"So rich, it must be someone from the Ten Great Sects. I wonder which one it is?"
Chu Wanning closed his eyes. When he heard the price, he asked Mo Ran, "Did you bring enough money?"
"Not enough!"
Mo Ran was extremely shocked to see Song Qiutong here. When he heard Chu Wanning calling him, he suddenly came back to his senses and asked cautiously, "What do you want to do, Master?"
"Buy her."
Mo Ran widened his eyes and waved his hands. "No, no, this woman is a burden. Where are we going to put her after we buy her?
In the future, we'll need to rent an extra horse and book an extra room to sleep in. No, I won't buy it. "
"Who said I was going to travel with her?
Just buy her and set her free. "Chu Wanning opened his eyes and stretched out his hand indifferently." Give me the money. "
Mo Ran clutched his money pouch tightly. "No, no!"
"I'll return it to you when we get back."
"This is the money to buy Shenwu!"
"Didn't you see a ghost?
What did he want Shenwu for?
Give me the money! "
"…"
Mo Ran felt like his head was about to explode. This Song Qiutong, when he first met her in his previous life, she was already a disciple of the Confucian Wind Sect. At that time, when Mo Ran massacred the city, he saw that she looked a bit like Shi Mei, so he spared her life. Later, he saw that she was well-behaved and obedient, and her temperament was very similar to Shi Mei's, so he finally made her his empress.
However, this was one of the decisions that Mo Ran made that he regretted the most.
Now, Chu Wanning, this cold hearted guy, actually wanted to buy her. How could Mo Ran agree to this?
Not to mention 40 million, even if this woman was worth 4 copper coins, Mo Ran wouldn't want it.
No!
Even if someone gave him 40 million, he wouldn't want it!
The two were in a deadlock. Suddenly, they saw a golden stick floating down from the third floor.
It was the top stick!
The most expensive stick in the Xuan Yuan Pavilion was this kind of golden stick. There was no need to write anything on it. A stick was equivalent to 50 million gold. Once this kind of price was announced, almost no one would have the strength to compete, so it was also called the "top stick".
Everyone was stunned, and then there was an uproar.
"The Confucian Wind Sect!"
"The Confucian Wind Sect has a top stick!"
Chu Wanning no longer paid attention to Mo Ran who was tightly clutching his money pouch. Instead, he turned his head and looked outside.
From his angle, he could see the first room on the third floor. Ye Wangxi was a person who was too lazy to hide. He had already tied up the snow moon gauze used by the Xuan Yuan Pavilion to protect the privacy of the guests. He stood with his hands behind his back and stood by the railing.
His expression was solemn, and there was no extra expression on his handsome face. He glanced at the noisy scene below and seemed to be somewhat speechless. He turned around and walked into the depths of the room.
Mo Ran heaved a sigh of relief and said to Chu Wanning, "Master, you can rest assured. This Young Master Ye lives with me in the Peach Blossom Spring. I have some understanding of him. He is kind and benevolent. He won the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat, so he won't do anything heartless."
In the Confucian Wind Sect's room on the third floor, Ye Wangxi sat at a table covered with embroidered golden flowers and silver leaves. He poured a cup of fragrant tea.
When the tea was finished, there was a knock on the door.
Ye Wangxi's voice was gentle and proper. "Please come in."
"Immortal Master Ye, the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat has been brought to you. Please take a look."
"Thank you for your trouble. You may leave."
The Xuan Yuan Pavilion's maids retreated, and the room was silent for a moment.
The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat's hands and feet were bound by the Forbidden Spell. She knelt on the ground, and there was panic in her eyes as she trembled. Because of her miserable crying, her peach blossom eyes were tinged with a faint red hue. It was very moving.
However, Ye Wangxi glanced at her. There was no distracting thought in his clear eyes. He raised his hand and removed the restriction.
"The floor is cold. Miss, you are frightened.
Sit down and have a cup of hot tea. "
"…" The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat trembled. She opened her crystal-like eyes and continued to curl up. She didn't dare to speak or move.
Ye Wangxi sighed. He asked the left and right attendants to bring a cloak and handed it to her.
"Miss, don't worry. I didn't redeem you for cultivation.
Put on this cloak first. If there's anything, we can talk about it later. "
"You … you …"
Ye Wangxi saw that she still didn't move. She looked very pitiful as she raised her head timidly. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He knelt down on one knee and was level with her.
"My name is Ye Wangxi. May I ask for your name?"
"My … my surname is Song."
She hesitantly glanced at Ye Wangxi. Her eyes were hazy and she looked very wronged. "My name is Song Qiutong. Thank you, Young Master Ye …"
Downstairs, Mo Ran was secretly pondering.
In his previous life, when he saw Song Qiutong, she was already a disciple of the Confucian Wind Sect. Presumably, she was saved by Ye Wangxi during the auction at the Xuan Yuan Pavilion.
The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat wouldn't be treated like a normal person. However, once they entered the sect of a great Immortal Sect and became a disciple, it was a different story.
Mo Ran sighed in his heart. He didn't have a deep understanding of Ye Wangxi. He only knew that this person was very upright and was the most powerful person in the world besides Chu Wanning.
When Mo Ran slaughtered the seventy-two cities of the Confucian Wind Sect, he had fought with Ye Wangxi once. That surging momentum of his swordsmanship and his heroic figure were truly unforgettable.
Among the majestic seventy-two cities, Mo Ran easily took down the rest of the immortal cities. Those long-winded and famous Confucian Wind Sect City Masters were nothing in his eyes.
Only this Ye Wangxi, only this Ye Wangxi, Mo Ran couldn't take down the seven cities he guarded for a long time.
Even when the cities were finally broken, this person knelt among the jagged bones covered in blood. His eyes were clear and his heart didn't change.
At that time, the Confucian Wind Sect's Sect Master Nangong had fled. Many people kowtowed and begged for mercy, begging Mo Ran to let them live.
However, Ye Wangxi's long eyebrows were knitted. He closed his eyes and his expression was cold.
Mo Ran still remembered that before he killed him, he asked him, "Will you surrender?"
"No, I won't."
Mo Ran smiled. He sat on the golden dragon and phoenix chair of the Confucian Wind Sect's Sect Master. His eyelashes trembled as his gaze swept across the dense crowd. Not to mention the ordinary disciples, there were six or seven city masters and more than ten protectors. They were all prostrating themselves in the dust, trembling.
Jackdaws circled in the lead-gray sky and blood-red banners fluttered in the wind. Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Kill them all."
Before Ye Wangxi died, he said, "Among the seventy-two cities of the glorious Confucian Wind Sect, not a single one is a man."
Bloody light filled the sky.
Mo Ran held the newly obtained beauty Song Qiutong in his arms. That peerless beauty's face was like gold paper. Looking at the Asura hell in front of her, her soft body couldn't help but shiver.
"Good girl, don't be afraid.
Don't be afraid.
From now on, you'll follow me. "Mo Ran stroked her hair and smiled." Come, tell me again. What's your name?
What did you do in the Confucian Wind Sect?
I just heard it once, but I didn't remember it well. "
"My name is … Song Qiutong." She said in panic, "I was … I was Ye Wangxi's … maid …"
Ye Wangxi's maid.
At that time, she had answered Mo Ran like this.
However, as a butterfly bone beauty, Mo Ran didn't know what kind of opportunity did she have to enter the Confucian Wind Sect, and how Ye Wangxi took her in as a maid.
Until today, after his rebirth and coming to the Xuanyuan Pavilion, Mo Ran suddenly realized that it was actually Ye Wangxi who had scattered his daughter in order to save her from danger.
However, it was clear that Ye Wangxi's eventual defeat under Mo Ran's blade was largely due to Qiutong's informant.
Thinking about this, Mo Ran couldn't help but frown. His hatred for Qiutong increased by several degrees — he must have been possessed back then to think that this woman was actually Shi Mei.
"The last item in this auction is an ownerless Divine Weapon."
Second Pavilion Master said tirelessly, interrupting Mo Ran's thoughts. "This Divine Weapon doesn't belong to Mo Ran. It's also being consigned on his behalf."
The finale of every auction would be leaked before the start of the auction. Therefore, compared to the intense reaction when they heard the words "butterfly bone beauty" just now, although the cultivators below were eager to try, they were much calmer.
The white jade lotus bloomed again, and a silver satin box with the pattern of sun, moon, mountains and rivers on the stone platform slowly floated up.
The box was long and narrow, and the embroidery on the surface was very delicate. Those who were knowledgeable could tell at a glance that the golden thread totem on the box was from the most famous embroidery workshop in Gusu, Xianyun Pavilion.
Aside from the Divine Weapon inside, this box alone was worth hundreds of gold ingots.
"This Divine Weapon was found in Mount Jun's Mass Burial Mound.
Its previous owner has passed away, and after verification by the Xuanyuan Pavilion, the Divine Weapon has not recognized a new owner. "Second Pavilion Master paused and continued," As everyone knows, the weapons of the Divine Weapon are engraved with inscriptions.
However, because the owner of this weapon has passed away for many years, the inscriptions on the weapon have been worn out. The only thing that can be recognized is the word 'return'. "
Someone muttered, "After saying so much, why don't you open the box first?"
"Aiyo, forget it. You'll get used to it. Isn't this the usual style of the Xuanyuan Pavilion?
Let's say a few words first, then show the goods to everyone. "
"That's true."
Mo Ran found it funny. He turned his head and wanted to say a few words to Chu Wanning. However, when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning's sword-like eyebrows furrowed. Chu Wanning's slender jade-like fingers were supporting his forehead. His face was as white as frost.
He jumped in fright and hurriedly asked, "Shizun, what's wrong?"
"Suddenly … I feel uncomfortable."
"Why are you uncomfortable? Did you catch a cold again?" Mo Ran leaned over and touched his forehead. "You don't have a fever."
"…" Chu Wanning shook his head but didn't say anything. His expression was listless.
Mo Ran didn't know what to do. He could only say, "I'll pour you a cup of tea."
As he spoke, he poured a cup of hot tea. After thinking for a while, he also poured in a little bit of the Mianxiang Dew that he had just bought.
The medicine refined by the Cold Scale Divine Hand was world-famous. After Chu Wanning finished drinking the tea mixed with the Mianxiang Dew, he did feel better. His face didn't look as bad as before.
He raised his eyes and looked at the bidding below again.
Mo Ran stood to the side and tidied up the tea set. He poured a second cup for him.
"The Xuanyuan Pavilion doesn't know the full name of the Divine Martial Weapon. However, due to a coincidence, it returned to the world. Moreover, the inscription on the weapon itself has the word 'return'.
Therefore, we temporarily came up with a name for it, 'Return'. "
Finally, an impatient person couldn't wait any longer and shouted from below, "Pavilion Master, you've said so much. You've also whetted our appetite. Quickly open the box and let us see what this Divine Martial Weapon looks like."
The Second Pavilion Master of the Xuanyuan Pavilion smiled faintly. "Immortal Monarch, don't be impatient.
According to the rules of the cultivation world, after the death of the original owner of the Divine Martial Weapon, the weapon should be given to the descendants according to their blood relations.
'Return' was found in a mass grave. Our pavilion doesn't know the identity of its original owner.
However, after the box is opened, everyone can release their spiritual energy to sense the weapon. If there is someone who resonates with the Divine Martial Weapon, that person will be the blood relative of the original owner.
Then, there's no need to bid. 'Return' will naturally belong to the original owner. "
"Hahaha, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?"
Most of the cultivators present burst into laughter.
"That's right. That's almost impossible."
"But it's a waste not to try. It's not bad to try our luck."
The Second Pavilion Master looked at the people below the stage with a smile and said crisply, "That's right. It's always good to try your luck.
Immortal Monarchs, please focus. I'll open the box now. "
She snapped her fingers. Two of Lonemoon Ye's disciples immediately came up to her left and right. They were both 15 or 16 years old girls. They flew up to the lotus platform and placed their slender hands on the Sun Moon Brocade Box. Each of them had an exquisite crystal key in their hands. They carefully inserted it into the keyhole of the box.
With a 'ka' 'ka' 'ka' sound, the lock fell off.
When Mo Ran saw this, he inexplicably thought of the scene at the Jin Chengchi when he obtained the 'ghost'.
At that time, it was clearly said that "only the most loved person in the world" could open the box. He didn't know why the brocade box ended up in Chu Wanning's hands.
The surrounding people held their breaths. Countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hoods stared at the narrow box.
The lid of the Golden Thread Brocade Box slowly opened. The atmosphere in the air was extremely tense, like a drawn bowstring.
Thousands of people gathered in the pavilion. It was so quiet that even the sound of a strand of hair falling to the ground could be heard.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the simple and unadorned blade that was exposed in the box.
Some were greedy, some were curious, some were appreciative …
Only Mo Ran's eyes widened the moment he saw the weapon in the box. The blood in his eyes faded completely.
He had lived two lifetimes. In both his previous and current life, he owned two Divine Weapons. He had fought with more than ten Divine Weapon owners.
As for the item that the Xuan Yuan Pavilion put up for auction this time, he thought that he would be unmoved.
But he was wrong.
"The Divine Weapon is back." The Second Pavilion Master's crisp voice broke the silence. "The shape of the Modao, four feet long and three inches wide.
It has no sheath and is completely black. It doesn't reflect light in the sun. "
Mo Ran's fingertips trembled slightly. He almost blurted out the two words between his lips.
"No return …"
No return …
The matter of the Jade Field and Zhu Bridge years ago had repeated itself for another year.
— —
"Mo Ran, you obtained the Divine Weapon. Why did you ask me to seal its consciousness and not give it a name?"
"Reporting to Master, this disciple is not knowledgeable. This name can only be given once.
I'm afraid that if it sounds bad, I won't be satisfied with it in the future. "
"Mo Ran, why haven't you thought of a name for your Modao yet?
You can't keep calling it 'Saber' and 'Saber'. "
"It's fine. Take your time to think about it.
This is a Divine Weapon. I want to give it the most beautiful name in the world. Only then will it be worthy of it. Hahaha. "
Later, Shi Mei died.
Mo Ran once wanted Chu Wanning to release the seal. He wanted to name his Divine Weapon "Bright and Clear".
But at that time, Chu Wanning said that because he fought against the Ghost Realm, his spiritual power was damaged. He really didn't have the energy to release the seal on the blade. So this matter was left unsettled.
Later on, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning broke off completely. Mo Ran was no longer willing to beg him to unseal the Mo Sword. Thus, the Mo Sword, which was stained with blood, remained nameless for many years.
But this was no longer important. At that time, there was no one in the world who didn't know about Mo Weiyu. Everyone knew about the Asura Blade in his hand.
In the end.
Chu Wanning also died.
What disappeared with him was the seal on Mo Ran's blade that had been sealed for more than ten years.
That night, Mo Ran drank a lot of Pear Blossom White and was a little drunk. Stroking the cold blade, he didn't know if he was happy or sad.
He flicked the blade and listened to the sound of the drum and horn. Haitang was cold.
He was lying on the roof of the Magi Mountain Palace, laughing out loud. He was laughing so hard that he almost went crazy.
He didn't remember if he cried that night, but when he woke up in the morning, two cold words were engraved on the Modao that had been nameless for more than ten years.
"No return."
Jun Bugui.
Never to return.
But why would this weapon, which had battled with him a hundred times in his previous life, appear in the world after his rebirth? Why would it appear in the auction of the Xuanyuan Pavilion?
Before Mo Ran had time to think, the thousands of cultivators in the field released their own spirit flow, scrambling to sense each other with No Return.
Mo Ran: "…"
It was useless. Since it could not return, then since Mo Ran was here, besides him, there could not be a second person in the world who could use this Mo Saber.
But did its appearance have anything to do with the little bastard hiding behind the scenes?
If it did, that person let No Return out at this time clearly because he knew that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were tracking his tracks. Then his purpose was definitely not to test who had the essence spiritual body.
What did he want to do?!
Also, is this sword of no return for real?
Or was it just a bait like those fakes of Jin Chengchi?
With such doubts, Mo Ran slightly probed a little of his spirit flow.
If No Return was not fake, then there would definitely be some resonance with him. This resonance could not be too obvious, otherwise it would be detected. Just a little bit would be enough …
However, just as he released a very weak trace of spirit power, he suddenly heard a slight groan behind him.
"… Shizun?!"
Mo Ran turned around and saw that Chu Wanning's brows were tightly knitted, his lips were blue, and he had already fallen to the side of the table. His snow-white clothes spread out like smoke, and his handsome face was paler than the snow. His eyelashes were down, and his eyes were tightly closed. It seemed that some chronic illness had flared up, and he had actually fainted at this moment.
Mo Ran did not expect such a thing to happen, and could not help but turn pale with fright. He suddenly withdrew the spirit power that he had probed and ran back to Chu Wanning's side, hugging him, "Shizun, what happened to you?!"