Chapter 4852 — Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
The Blossom Guardian · Page 1 of 2
"Tch, why'd that fellow surnamed Sun stop bidding? I thought he'd lock horns with Wei Zhao—what a bloody letdown!" Bao Zuoliang watched the scene with secret resentment. The man surnamed Sun was the young man who had bid two hundred thousand a moment ago, another second-generation cultivator from Morningstar Academy, one who simply did not get along with him.
"Young Master Bao, you're overthinking it. To spend over three hundred thousand spirit jades on a mere pair of Ghost-Eyed Condor King wings—aren't you yourself unwilling to part with that much? That fellow surnamed Sun isn't a fool either. Spend that many spirit jades on a decoration to take home, and his old man would break his legs for sure," Su Kesheng said with a shake of his head and a wry laugh.
"True enough. Wei Zhao's already foolish enough to spend three hundred thousand spirit jades on the thing—finding someone even stupider than him really isn't easy." Bao Zuoliang thought it over and chuckled. He hadn't managed to make Wei Zhao any enemies, but watching him waste so many spirit jades still felt rather good.
"Don't be in such a hurry—the real show's still to come! Once they run into something genuinely good, there's no way they won't start snapping at each other. Your little brother here has already made all the preparations. Just you watch, Young Master Bao!" Su Kesheng smiled with the confidence of one who held all the cards.
"Good, I'll be waiting!" Bao Zuoliang clapped him on the shoulder, placing full trust in this little brother he'd grown up playing with. Among the circle of second-generation cultivators he knew, at least, Su Kesheng's head was absolutely the sharpest of the lot.
"The second lot: the Infant Venom Dagger. In itself it is an indestructible divine weapon, and what makes it rarer still is the unparalleled poison smeared upon its blade. Even a Nascent Soul expert dies at a touch. Starting bid: five hundred thousand spirit jades!" As he spoke, the white-bearded elder picked up the dagger himself and displayed it to the crowd.
Unlike the earlier chill, the crowd was instantly roused to interest. Bidders sprang up on every side, and the price shot upward in an instant.
"This dagger seems a bit sinister," Wei Zhao observed after a careful look. At first glance it was an ordinary dagger, but a closer probe with spiritual sense revealed the exceedingly evil aura clinging to it. It did not feel like an ordinary poison—more like some heretical curse.
"Sinister indeed. My instinct tells me this thing was very likely nurtured on fresh blood—and the blood of Nascent Soul experts at that. The malevolence upon it is beyond imagining, probably already congealed into a venom of resentment. No wonder even Nascent Soul experts can't withstand it," Wang Xinyan said with a frown.
All her cultivation methods and martial techniques came from the Divine Nun of the Eastern Sea, and so she was exceedingly sensitive to such evil auras. By contrast, Huang Xiaotao, having trained for a shorter time, could not yet sense it.
"Two million!" shouted a middle-aged man with a savage cast of countenance, eyes blazing as he stared at the Infant Venom Dagger. With such a weapon in hand, any Nascent Soul expert would give him a wide berth, and its lethality went without saying. A mere two million was nothing—no price in spirit jades would be too much for it.
"Two million three hundred thousand!" A woman with a venomous look between her brows, not far off, would not yield an inch. Her gaze burned far hotter than the middle-aged man's—in her eyes this dagger was practically a natal weapon, an existence tailor-made for her.
Nor was it just these two; several others were desperately raising their bids as well. Judging by their auras, none of them were easy marks. Now they were locked in bitter contention over a single Infant Venom Dagger, and the atmosphere across the hall froze, so tense it was hard to breathe.