Chapter 2252 - The Nine-tremors Saintwill
Chapter 2252: The Nine-tremors Saintwill
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The seventh cauldron of the Fugue Pills started to be auctioned. All the cultivators became cautious, afraid that they would be tricked by Xue Tu.
“500 Godstones,” Lord Bladehell said.
Wu Jiang shouted, “600 Godstones.”
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Only four cauldrons of the Fugue Pills were left. All the forces did not hold their horses any longer and started to make their moves.
The Fugue Pills could increase the cultivation of a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saint. It was of great help to the Celestial-hunting Festival. Even if they had to pay a higher price, they had to take one or two cauldrons.
When Xue Tu saw that they were increasing the price too slowly, he could not help but shout, “1,500 Godstones.”
The faces of all the cultivators who participated in the bidding turned black after they heard his voice.
The act of killing was a common occurrence for the cultivators of Infernal Court. At that moment, many of the Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saints were exuding killing intent. They hated Xue Tu to the bone and wanted to grind him to the ground.
The price of the Fugue Pills had reached the sky-high price of 2,000, 3,000, and even 11,000. In fact, 1,500 Godstones was its highest value.
Lord Bladehell suddenly stood up and glared at Xue Tu with a threatening look. He shouted, “1,600 Godstones.”
Lord Bladehell was an Immortal Vampires powerhouse below the Thousand-Koan Realm. Xue Tu was naturally afraid. He knew very well that if he continued to bid, he would definitely offend Lord Bladehell.
However, Xue Tu could not back down now.
If Lord Bladehell could buy a cauldron of Fugue Pills with 1,600 Godstones, how would he explain to Zhang Ruochen that he had spent 3,000 Godstones to buy a cauldron of Fugue Pills?
Compared to Lord Bladehell, Xue Tu was more afraid of Zhang Ruochen.
‘Oh no, I’m in big trouble now. I shouldn’t have bid for Zhang Ruochen. If I offended Lord Bladehell, how could he let me go easily at the Celestial-hunting Festival?’ Xue Tu thought.
He choked and said, “2,000 Godstones!”
Then he immediately added, “That is my final price. If anyone can offer a higher price, the cauldron of Fugue Pills will belong to him.”
‘If I raise the price of the single cauldron to above 2,000 Godstones, even if Zhang Ruochen knows the truth, he should have nothing to say,’ Xue Tu thought to himself.
All the cultivators in the auction hall looked at each other.
Was Xue Tu Crazy?
Raising the price to 2,000 Godstones on purpose to challenge Lord Bladehell?
No one believed Xue Tu’s words. Yuan Mo had summoned up his courage to offer a price of 2,010 Godstones just because he believed him. However, he was humiliated.
How could Lord Bladehell follow in the footsteps of Yuan Mo?
“It’s said that Xue Tu has obtained the Mark of Wargod Bloodflame and he improved greatly.”
“Lord Bladehell is famous for taking revenge for the smallest grievance. Xue Tu challenged him in front of so many cultivators. It will be a challenge towards his reputation for being the number one Immortal Vampires’ powerhouse under the Thousand-Koan Realm. He will definitely seek his vengeance.”
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Lord Bladehell’s face was darkened, and his eyes were blood-red. He said, “Xue Tu, you shouldn’t have gone so far. I will settle the score with you slowly after the Celestial-hunting Festival.”
Lord Bladehell sat back and gave up on fighting for the Fugue Pills.
The seventh cauldron of Fugue Pill was bought by Xue Tu with 2,000 Godstones.
Xue Tu did not feel any joy. Instead, he looked sad. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Zhang Ruochen was tricking him by letting him bid on his behalf. The auction was not over yet. He had already offended a lot of cultivators.
Now, he could only brace himself and continue bidding.
The eighth cauldron of the Fugue Pills was bought by Xue Tu with another 2,000 Godstones.
The ninth cauldron of the Fugue Pills was bought by Xue Tu with a price of 2,000 Godstones. Finally, Wu Jiang could not help but bid for 2,100 Godstones.
Xue Tu felt a sense of relief as he said, “Congratulations, Myriad Hands Supreme Saint. This cauldron of the Fugue Pills belongs to you.”
When Supreme Saint Qiluo announced “2,100 Godstones, sold”, Wu Jiang was still in a daze. He could not believe that he had really bought it.
This was unexpected!
Why was it so sudden?
Why was Xue Tu acting so out of the ordinary that no one could see through him?
“Xue Tu was scheming with the Realm of Star Ocean. It must be it.”
“In my opinion, the starting price of the Realm of Star Ocean for Xue Tu is 2,000 Godstones.”
“Originally, one could buy the Fugue Pill within 1,500 Godstones. However, Xue Tu forcefully raised it to 2,000 Godstones or more. Those commissioners should die a horrible death.”
“I wonder how many benefits the Realm of Star Ocean has given to Xue Tu.”
“No matter how many benefits he gets, what’s the point? Xue Tu has offended all the cultivators this time, and he will suffer in the future.”
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The upper three clans had bought a cauldron of Fugue Pills, and the representatives of the lower three clans and the middle three clans all felt the pressure.
No matter how much they paid for the last cauldron, they still had to fight for it.
Therefore, when they were bidding for the tenth cauldron of Fugue Pills, even though Xue Tu did not call out the price, they still raised the price to 2,800 and were won by the seventh son of Ghost Lord, Xu.
The auction continued.
Many cultivators came to participate in the auction, and many treasures were auctioned off. All sorts of treasures were auctioned off, and there was no end to them. An entire day had passed, but it still had not ended.
The weakest among the cultivators present was a Saint, and none of them felt tired. On the contrary, because the treasures that were being auctioned off were getting more and more valuable, all the cultivators were in a state of extreme excitement.
On the first day of the auction, the final item that was being auctioned was the Wheel of the Nether Sun.
It was a Seven Element Regal Artifact, a weapon that had been used by the gods of the Nether Clan. It contained powerful divine power. The moment the Wheel of the Nether Sun was auctioned, it caused a huge commotion. All the forces competed to bid for it.
Twelve Paramount Realm Supreme Saints, six demigods, and two god-like elders joined the auction because of this.
Originally, they had come for the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection and the divine corpse. However, they were the first to compete for the Wheel of the Nether Sun.
Even the acting head of the Xue Jue family, Supreme Saint Qingsheng, made a bid. However, the price exceeded 200,000 Godstones because the competition was too intense. Supreme Saint Qingsheng had no choice but to give up.
“A vessel that can survive seven King’s Calamity without being destroyed must be made from one of the top ten substances in the universe. It has also been tempered seven times by the power of heaven and earth. It is almost certain that it will be able to become a Supreme Artifact.” Supreme Saint Qingsheng said.
He continued, “If I can get it, I can ask the Archsaint Refiner to help me refine it. In a few years, it will become a Supreme Artifact. When that time comes, my combat power will increase by a lot with a Supreme Artifact in my hands. It’s a shame.”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng’s gaze was fixed on the Wheel of the Nether Sun on the auction stage. His heart was like it was being twisted by a knife as he lamented.
After cultivating for a myriad year, Supreme Saint Qingsheng accumulated a wealth of Godstones that was still less than 200,000.
‘It seems that the matter of increasing the clan leader’s treatment must be brought up to Wargod Bloodximius, and it cannot be delayed,’ Supreme Saint Qingsheng thought to himself.
Xue Chen said, “A treasure like the Wheel of the Nether Sun can be used as a powerful weapon in the clan. Who would be so unappreciative as to take it out for auction?”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng immediately glared at Xue Chen. He said seriously and cautiously, “Xue Chen, be careful with what you say. An existence that can put the Wheel of the Nether Sun up for auction is most likely a supreme god. Only a god would be able to do such a thing.
“If I’m not wrong, this god is probably trying to buy the divine corpse and is collecting Godstones on a large scale.”
Xue Tu was in a daze as he watched the powerhouses push the Wheel of the Nether Sun to a sky-high price.
“It’s already 250,000 Godstones… No wonder Zhang Ruochen asked me to bid as much as I wanted. Damn it. If I knew this, I would have attacked the Scions and Scionesses of the Celestial Court on the Battlefield of Merits of Kunlun. Why would I fight Zhang Ruochen to the death? If I had robbed Mosheng, wouldn’t the Wheel of the Nether Sun have been mine? These Godstones are mine, too.”
Xue Tu slapped his face. He regretted his past actions and he wished he could do it all over again.
If he had to do it all over again, he would never have gone to the Sword Vault. He would never have gone to the Sect of the Blood God. He would only focus on robbing the Scions, Scionesses, and leaders of the Celestial Court.
No.
He would only rob the Mosheng.
As long as he got the Wheel of the Nether Sun, what else would he need?
Unfortunately, there was no turning back in time. If he missed it, then that’s it.
“What are you thinking about?”
Zhang Ruochen’s voice suddenly rang out behind Xue Tu.
Xue Tu suddenly stood up, and he said, “Senior Brother, you’re finally out. I’ve completed my task perfectly. I only spent 16,000 Godstones to buy seven cauldrons of the Fugue Pills and Warlord Mara spent 11,000 Godstones to buy one cauldron.”
Zhang Ruochen did not care too much about the price. He muttered to himself, “Seven cauldrons. That’s a lot. But since it’s the most suitable pill for a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saint, it doesn’t matter.”
Xue Tu observed Zhang Ruochen carefully. He was surprised. “Senior brother, you seem to have changed!”
“Really?”
Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a fist. He did not use much strength.
However, nine layers of energy waves appeared on his fist and spread out in all directions. Every wave hit Xue Tu’s body, and his Neverwilt Physique trembled.
When the ninth wave hit, Xue Tu could not help but take a step back.
Although he was secretly shocked, he did not think it was anything special. However, just as he was about to speak, his internal organs and even bone marrow felt a sharp pain. He knelt down on one knee.
“Senior Brother, what did you do to me?” Xue Tu asked in pain.
Zhang Ruochen loosened his fist and said, “I just condensed the Fist Saintwill. Seeing that you were beside me, I couldn’t help but test its power. I didn’t use much force though. Are you okay?”
Xue Tu wanted to pretend to be seriously injured. He spat out blood and fell to the ground. He wanted to see if he could get some Godstones from Zhang Ruochen. At the very least, he could get his fiefdom back.
But he gave up after thinking a while.
How could Zhang Ruochen be so easily fooled?
If he was seen through and fell to the ground, Zhang Ruochen would dare to kick him again.
“Senior Brother, I’m fine.”
Xue Tu stood up slowly with a smile on his face. He said in admiration, “Senior Brother, you are indeed a genius. In just one day, you have condensed the Saintwill.”
“Not one day, but nine days. The Violet Gourd is a time and space treasure that turns time nine times faster than usual,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Last time, it took Zhang Ruochen three months to condense the Fist Saintwill. In the end, he failed.
This time, Zhang Ruochen successfully condensed the Fist Saintwill in only nine days with the help of the Lotus of Divine Reflection.
The effect of the Lotus of Divine Reflection was evident.
The Saintwill condensed was called the Nine-tremors Saintwill. It was a fifth-grade Saintwill.
If the Saintwill was integrated into the Fist technique, it would burst out nine layers of tremors when the fist force was exerted. It would penetrate the armor or Divine Marks on the surface of the body and directly attack the enemy’s internal organs, bone marrow, and even the Saint Soul and sea of Qi.
Zhang Ruochen had only lightly clenched his fist during the test just now.
If he used all his strength to unleash a punch, Xue Tu’s internal organs would be shattered into muddy blood, his saint soul and sea of Qi would also be shattered. Even if he was protected by Divine Marks and wore armor at the level of a Regal Artifact.
The power of the Saintwill was so terrifying.
The Saintwill was divided into the first to the ninth grade. The ninth grade was the lowest, and the first grade was the highest.
To be able to condense a fifth-grade Saintwill was the dream of countless Supreme Saints of the Neverwilt Realm. This meant that one had the potential to become a god. It could be called the God Candidate.
However, Zhang Ruochen was not willing to give up. He could only have a fifth-grade Saintwill.
According to Moon Goddess, to become a god, one had to become a god who mastered the Canons.
One had to cultivate the Saintwill above the third grade and become a god in the future to turn the Saintwill into the Canon.
The fifth-grade Saintwill only represented the potential to become a god.
On the other hand, the third-grade Saintwill represented the chance to become an elite among gods.
Becoming an ordinary god was not Zhang Ruochen’s goal.
‘It’s too difficult to condense the Saintwill. I’ve tried my best, but I can only condense the fifth-grade Fist Saintwill. How can I condense a higher-grade Saintwill?’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
He looked at the auction stage. He had to fight for the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection.
The bidding for the Wheel of the Nether Sun came to an end. A demigod of the Nether Clan bought it for 300,000 Godstones.
At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Ruochen’s face. “It looks like I don’t have to worry about Godstones anymore.”
The first day of the auction ended and there was a short break. The next day was the main event.
The first treasure of the second day was the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection.
The diameter of the Lotus of Divine Reflection was 30 feet. It was extremely bright and lit up the three-layered circular world. When the light shone on it, all cultivators had a feeling that they were about to enter a state of epiphany and it was very magical.
The 100,000-year-old Lotus of Divine Reflection that Zhang Ruochen had bought was dozens of times smaller than it.
Supreme Saint Qiluo explained, “According to the assessment of the Realm of Star Ocean, this Lotus of Divine Reflection has been growing for about 180,000 years. It has already developed a tiny bit of spiritual intelligence. Using it, whether it’s cultivating the Saintwill or comprehending the Canons, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
“Everyone should know that the Lotus of Divine Reflection floats in the universe and is very fragile. Any slight accident can destroy it. There is very few Lotus of Divine Reflections that can survive the Yuanhui Tribulations. The price difference is naturally huge.”
“The starting price of the Lotus of Divine Reflection is 20,000 Godstones. Each increment must not be less than 1,000 Godstones.”
“Let the bidding begin.”
It had been over 10,000 years since the Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection had appeared in Infernal Court. Upon hearing Supreme Saint Qiluo’s bid, many cultivators who were interested in buying the lotus began to curse.
This was too underhanded!
A 100,000-year-old Lotus of Divine Reflection could be bought with just 100 to 200 Godstones.
The Yuanhui-grade Lotus of Divine Reflection was a hundred times more expensive.
As such, the Neverwilt Realm and the Hundred-Shackled Realm Supreme Saints were kicked out of the bidding.. Obviously, this was the price that the Realm of Star Ocean was aiming for demigods and even gods to pay.