Capítulo 1012: Chapter 631: The Final Auction Item (Part 2)
“What the hell is this? This is a coffin for the dead, isn’t it? When did the Yu Tower beco so unlucky!”
“Auctioning this in the third round? What are they doing.”
“But this ancient coffin looks quite old. If I’m not mistaken, the material of this coffin is top-grade Purple Gold Bamboo from the Great Fan Forest in the West Sea.”
“What? Purple Gold Bamboo from the Great Fan Forest, isn’t that sothing from the Immortals? A single bamboo branch can sustain three thousand Taoist soldiers, and yet they used Purple Gold Bamboo to make a coffin? Such a waste!”
Now everyone was intrigued, their eyes lit with excitent.
The maid on the stage smiled and said, “Indeed, this coffin is made from materials from the Great Fan Forest, asuring three ters wide and five ters long, each inch and foot crafted entirely from Purple Gold Wood without any added tal material.”
At these words, the crowd erupted!
The atmosphere of the auction instantly soared to its peak!
Such a perfectly intact ancient coffin made entirely of Purple Gold Wood has a value beyond ordinary estimation.
Who would still care if the coffin was unlucky? Even if it were filled with maggots and corpses, they’d still want to take it ho and worship it with Yin Wood for three to five years.
Could it be that the Yu Tower dug up the ancestral tomb of that Immortal Sect? The conduct of the Dark City’s workshop master is truly lawless, not fearing retaliation from the victims’ descendants.
In the venue, soone was already eagerly urging the maid to announce the starting price.
“Guests, please don’t rush. Tonight’s real auction item is not this coffin. Compared to what’s inside, this coffin can only be considered an accessory.”
“An… accessory?!!”
The crowd was stunned for a long ti, then burst into shocked exclamations.
Such a large Purple Gold Coffin is nothing short of a treasure of the Four Seas, yet it is rely an accessory for tonight’s auction?!!
Chen Xiaolan looked up at ng Zifei’s heavy expression, finding it quite odd: “Wasn’t the third round supposed to be auctioning the Spirit Root? Why is it a coffin?”
She felt a faint sense of unease in her heart. After all, a crowd of people going mad over a large coffin all night seed a bit creepy.
ng Zifei’s face was covered in a layer of frost. He muttered under his breath, “No… this isn’t right… Why is the Purple Gold Coffin here…”
Hearing this, Chen Xiaolan found it even stranger: “Master, have you seen this coffin before?”
The auctioneer touted this coffin as a heavenly item. How could her master, just a small loose cultivator, recognize it?
ng Zifei’s pupils slightly dilated in an unnoticeable way. He snapped out of a trance-like state, averting his gaze from the Questioning Platform with a forced smile: “Such… a rare treasure, how could I have seen it before? I’m just a bit stunned seeing it for the first ti.”
But while he seed startled, Chen Xiaolan noticed he didn’t look so much amazed as if he were possessed by so ghost.
That coffin, indeed, was ominous.
Look at the grand financier who just went up on stage, he seed so bold monts ago, but now he was frozen in fear.
In the fourth-floor Xuan room, the dignified Crown Princess of the Country of Qin leaned forward, her deep, dark eyes fixed intently on the ancient coffin on the stage.
One hand lightly rested on the window sill, her expression thoughtful and seemingly calm, yet her nails, stained with bright red impatiens juice, were piercing inch by inch into the lacquered wood.
The Third Miss glanced down, her gaze falling on the dark fire Vermilion Bird pattern on the coffin lid, and said softly: “Workshop master, where did you dig up this coffin? Quite a feat.”
The workshop master chuckled lightly: “The Demon Cave in the Endless Sea, my death warriors stumbled upon it.”
“Oh?” The Third Miss withdrew her gaze and looked at the puppet in front of the sand table chessboard: “In this case, tonight’s auction will have four main characters?”
The workshop master froze, his gem-made eyes flickering erratically due to the disturbance of the Spiritual Flow: “I don’t understand what the Third Miss is saying.”
The Third Miss seed to ponder: “Ah, but since the Crown Princess of the Country of Qin has already appeared, I suppose the secret ssage sent to Bai Tuo Mountain was intercepted by Her Highness the Crown Princess. Having seen the contents of the letter, she naturally wouldn’t let Sword Master Yu risk himself, temporarily suppressing the news of the Dark City auctioning the old coffin tonight, and showing up personally is a show of deep affection for Sword Master Yu.”
She raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, smiling: “But the other three don’t seem so fortunate, they’ve already fallen into the workshop master’s carefully laid ga.”
The workshop master of the Dark City was trembling violently, each word from the third young lady was like a hamr heavily striking its heart: “You… you actually know the secret of the Vermilion Bird Coffin?!”
The third young lady sneered: “The coffin is indeed a fine one, but it’s a pity that the coffin lid is nothing but a fake that muddles through.”
The workshop master felt a heavy thump in his heart.
When the death warriors of the Dark City found this coffin without a lid in the Endless Sea, it took over a year for the sorcerers, Divine Talisman masters, matrix masters, and artifact masters of the Dark City to join forces and forge such a perfect Vermilion Bird Coffin.
The workshop master was deeply convinced that this replica was perfectly similar to the genuine one in appearance and aura.
How did she see through it at a glance?!
“Your Highness, that is indeed the Vermilion Bird Coffin of our Central Netherworld Dynasty.”
In a box on the third floor, an emaciated old man with a complexion pale as if from consumption, clad in a black robe, waited by Ying Xiu’s side, his needle-sized peculiar pupils dangerously rotating in their sockets, voice hoarse and grating.
Ying Xiu stood by the window, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“The Vermilion Bird Coffin has always been reserved for the funerals of the Central Netherworld royal family. I, Ying Xiu, know well that even I, as the Crown Prince of Central Netherworld, would have no right to be buried with such an item upon my death. My mother was the founder of the Central Netherworld Dynasty and its first Imperial Empress. I truly don’t understand who could possibly deserve it?”
Ying Xiu couldn’t help but recall the young man he encountered in the Ghost House. The Vermilion Bird Coffin is a holy object of Central Netherworld, and since it appears here in the Dark City alongside the Purple Gold Coffin, it’s likely that what he possesses is a replica.
He thought back to how he had repeatedly lost his composure over a re replica; in retrospect, it now seed quite laughable.
The news of the Vermilion Bird Coffin’s appearance secretly reached Central Netherworld, driving his mother to madness, even causing the innocent close maidservants around her to perish under her youthful lunacy.
Since Ying Xiu ca of age, his mother had often been possessed by madness but rarely to the point of harming lives. When she received the secret ssage, she went mad for three whole days and nights, wielding a sword and slaughtering most of the attendants in Youye Palace; even he, her own child, dared not approach carelessly.
Ying Xiu had never seen such a terrifying side of his mother; she was unapproachable, a mystery to both man and Ghost God!
She seed intent on slaughtering all living beings, resembling the Great Dark Heavenly Demon recorded in ancient scrolls.
Ying Xiu did not understand what secret the Vermilion Bird Coffin held that could provoke his mother to such a killing spree.
The third young lady idly fiddled with her fingernails: “If I’m not mistaken, the one sleeping within this coffin should be a ‘young man’.”
Rumble——
The heavy sound of the coffin being pushed reverberated through the venue.
The auctioneer’s pleasant voice followed: “Tonight’s auction item is the Ancient Corpse within this coffin. The age of the bones is unknown. After two hundred years of erosion, the corpse remains imperishable. The starting price is a hundred thousand top-grade spiritual stones.”
Of course, this hundred thousand top-grade spiritual stones is rely a nurical concept; what really matters in this third round is the wealth and treasures each household can offer.
Among the Hundred Immortal Sects and noble families of various countries, there are always ancestral legacy items.
Spirit stones can be accumulated over ti by mining spiritual veins, exotic treasures can be exchanged for spirit stones, but spirit stones cannot easily be exchanged for exotic treasures.
This final round is truly a test of family heritage.
But…
The auctioneer, contrary to expectations, claid that the invaluable Purple Gold Coffin was just a bonus item for this third round, with the true auction item being the Ancient Corpse within, boasting about it as if divinely inspired.
But two hundred years, what makes it an Ancient Corpse?
Imperishable? And then?
No further introductions?
Can this corpse be used for dicine or artifact refining? Or can it perhaps enable one to possess its body and thus ascend to immortality?
Saying nothing, for what purpose is this corpse supposed to be used—nobody knows…
Who would dare to recklessly bid?
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