425: Chapter 425 The boss gently pressed the button, and the aloof swordsman burst into tears on the spot!

As the Purple Robe Marquis's old yet resonant voice faded.

The entire noisy auction hall instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gazes simultaneously focused on the enormous auction stage in the center of the hall, crafted from an unknown divine jade.

On the auction stage, an elder had appeared at some unknown time. He wore a purple brocade robe, his hair and beard were white, yet his face was as ruddy and lustrous as a middle-aged person's.

Although the elder appeared immortal-like and amiable, the faint, terrifying pressure he exuded made everyone present dare not underestimate him in the slightest.

Quasi-Emperor Peak!

"It's the Purple Robe Marquis!"

"The chief Auctioneer of the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction House!"

"It's said he's been stuck at the Quasi-Emperor Peak realm for thousands of years!"

"I didn't expect him to personally host the auction today. It seems there are good items at this auction!"

Whispers filled with awe and anticipation echoed in the various private rooms.

Su Chen lay on the soft couch, enjoying the attentive service of the fox tribe maid while lazily observing the impressive Purple Robe Marquis downstairs.

[Quasi-Emperor Peak? He looks pretty intimidating.]

[But that's about it. His aura is unstable, his Foundation is shaky. This is probably as far as he'll ever get in this life.]

[Who knows when he'll be able to Breakthrough to Great Emperor? Stuck for thousands of years, it's truly heartbreaking to hear, tear-inducing to see.]

[Poor old man.]

Su Chen silently lit a candle for the other party in his heart.

Meanwhile, the Purple Robe Marquis on the auction stage had no idea that he was being pitied by some uncaring fellow upstairs. He cleared his throat, a professional, gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Alright, no more idle talk. Now, please bring up our first auction item!"

The moment his voice fell, a bunny girl in a cheongsam, with a graceful figure, walked onto the auction stage, carrying a jade plate covered with a red cloth.

"The first auction item is a Quasi-Emperor-grade divine medicine that grew by the shores of the Nine Nether Blood Sea, absorbing ten thousand years of Yin Evil Qi before finally maturing!"

The Purple Robe Marquis pulled back the red cloth on the jade plate, revealing a strange Spiritual Plant, completely black like ink, wreathed in wisps of bloody mist, before everyone's eyes.

"—Nine Revolutions Grass!"

The Purple Robe Marquis's voice was full of incitement: "This grass is the main ingredient for refining the Emperor-grade Medicinal Pill, 'Nine Revolutions Pill'! Even if one's Divine Soul is injured, taking this pill can restore it to its original state in a short time! It's like gaining an extra life!"

"Starting bid: five million Top-Grade Spirit Stones! Each increment must not be less than one hundred thousand!"

His words were like a blockbuster, instantly igniting the entire auction hall!

"Heavens! It's Nine Revolutions Grass?!"

"Six million! I bid six million!"

"I bid seven million!"

Bidding sounds rose and fell, ceaseless. That supreme divine medicine, which could trigger a great war on the Profound Origin Continent, was merely an appetizer to liven the atmosphere here.

This left the group of "country bumpkins" from the Profound Origin Continent in the private rooms wide-eyed and terrified.

"amitabha," the Monk Monk Jiese said with a distressed expression, "A single herb has caused so many benefactors to fall into greed, anger, and ignorance. A sin, a sin."

Qian Duoduo was rapidly calculating in his mind, muttering, "This thing costs at most one million, and it can be resold for seven or eight times that. Tsk tsk, the auction house really makes money..."

Su Chen, however, had no interest in this. He merely yawned lazily.

[Tch, isn't it just a broken weed? I have at least eighty, if not a hundred, better than this in my Storage Ring.]

[What's there to fight over? Truly ignorant.]

Su Chen silently disdained the group of alien Prodigies fighting tooth and nail downstairs. Just then, the second auction item was brought up.

It was a broken sword, covered in rust, its blade snapped in half, with less than half remaining.

The patterns on the hilt had long been worn smooth, making it look like scrap metal dug out from an ancient battlefield ruin.

The moment this sword appeared, a chorus of boos erupted in the hall downstairs.

"What's going on? They're auctioning off this kind of junk?"

"I wouldn't even use this thing as a firewood knife, it's too dull!"

However, the moment Jian Buping, who had been silently meditating with his eyes closed in the private room, saw the broken sword, his sharp, eagle-like eyes suddenly constricted!

He shot up from his seat as if struck by Nine Heavens divine lightning, clinging to the window, his breathing halted!

He stared intently at the broken sword, his eyes filled with disbelief and extreme fanaticism!

Others couldn't see it, but he could feel it! He could clearly feel it!

The supreme Sword Intent contained within that seemingly ordinary broken sword, an intent that seemed capable of severing all ages and tearing apart the stars and universe!

That Sword Intent was so overbearing! So pure! So sharp!

Even with only a trace of its residual dao rhyme, it made his Sword Heart as a Sword Cultivator tremble wildly and prostrate itself in reverence!

"It's... it's it..." Jian Buping's voice trembled uncontrollably, his lips pale, "It's the personal sword of the 'Sky-Severing Sword Emperor,' who is said to have severed a galaxy with his own power!"

"—'star slasher'!"

Although he didn't recognize the sword, he recognized that unique Sword Intent! Because the Taiyi Severing Heaven Sword Art, the Taiyi Holy Land's guardian Cultivation Technique he cultivated, was derived from the Legacy left by this Sky-Severing Sword Emperor!

It could be said that this Sky-Severing Sword Emperor was his ultimate idol and belief on his path of the sword! He dreamed of obtaining this legendary Emperor Weapon! Even if it was already severely damaged!

"This sword is a fragment of 'star slasher,' the personal sword of the ancient Sword Emperor 'Sky-Severing'." The Purple Robe Marquis's voice on the auction stage rang out again, "Although its spirituality is lost and its Divine Might is gone, the trace of immortal Sword Emperor dao rhyme it contains is an invaluable treasure for Cultivators who practice the Dao of the sword!"

"Starting bid: eight million Top-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Upon hearing this price, Jian Buping's recently rekindled fervent gaze instantly dimmed. He touched his empty Storage Pouch, a face uglier than crying appearing on him.

He wanted it very much.

But he had no money.

It was the despair of watching his lifelong belief slip through his fingers.

Just as he was disheartened and about to silently sit back down, Su Chen, who had been lying on the soft couch with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

He glanced at the dilapidated broken sword downstairs, then at Jian Buping next to him, who was clenching his fists, his body trembling slightly from extreme desire and disappointment.

Then, he casually pressed the crystal button in front of him used for bidding.

A lazy voice, with a hint of impatience, emanated from the Heaven Character Number One Private Room.

"Ten million."

The voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced all the noisy discussions downstairs.

The entire hall fell silent.

Everyone looked at the Heaven Character Number One Private Room in astonishment, their eyes filled with strangeness.

"Who is that? Spending ten million on scrap metal?"

"Even if he's rich and foolish, he shouldn't spend it like this, right?"

Jian Buping abruptly looked up, staring at the calm Su Chen with a look of disbelief.

"Bo... Boss..." Jian Buping's voice was tearful.

How could he be worthy? To have his Boss spend a fortune for him?!

"Sit down." Su Chen uttered two faint words, then closed his eyes again, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

Qian Duoduo gasped next to him, his features twisted in distress: [Ten million! Oh my goodness! Buying such a broken thing?! Boss, even if you threw the money into the water, you'd at least hear a splash! What a spendthrift! Such a spendthrift!]

Hua Nongying's beautiful eyes, however, sparkled with brilliance: [What a brilliant move... Ten million, not only gains a fragment of an Emperor Weapon with infinite potential, but also secures the unwavering loyalty of a top Sword Cultivator. This investment is a huge profit.]

Yue Qinghan secretly raised her recording spirit stone: [I have material! "Overbearing Tycoon and His Pitiful Sword Cultivator Teammate"! Definitely a hit!]

Just then, a sneer came from another private room.

"Eight million for trash, and someone is actually spending ten million on it. Is the person in Heaven Character Number One Private Room a fool?"

It was Jin Buhuan, who had been humiliated earlier.

However, before he could gloat, another vigorous voice rang out: "This sword has extraordinary dao rhyme, eleven million!"

Jian Buping's heart instantly jumped to his throat again.

Su Chen didn't even frown, pressing the button again.

"Twenty million."

"Hiss—" A collective gasp of cold air echoed throughout the hall.

This bidding method was too unreasonable!

The vigorous voice that had bid earlier was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options, and finally gave up.

"Twenty million once! Twice! Thrice! Sold!" The Purple Robe Marquis brought down his gavel, a wide smile on his face.

Inside the private room, Jian Buping stared blankly at Su Chen. This iron-hard man, who had always been unyielding and never shed tears, now had red eyes.

He said nothing, merely retreated behind Su Chen and stood ramrod straight, like a drawn sword guarding his monarch.

But in his heart, a voice was frantically shouting.

[Boss... In this life, my life, Jian Buping's life, is yours!]