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Chapter 12: Jade Marrow
"What is it?"
Seeing Aryan was no longer speaking, she looked along the direction where Aryan was staring and saw a gray-colored jade in the corner.
Except for being really old, this piece of ragged jade couldn't really compare with the scintillating Dzi bead.
"Oh, yeah! Jackpot!" Aryan exclaimed in his mind.
A gleeful smile broke over Aryan's face. He turned around and said to Wei Ziqin. "How much is this jade, I want to take it."
He had brought the bank card that Zhou Tianhao had gifted him, so he didn't hesitate and asked for the price.
"If you like you, just take it." Wei Ziqin said with a smile.
Her grandfather had already gifted the Aryan a mansion that was worth over tens of millions of yuan. She has also promised to give herself to him. What would be the harm in adding this ordinary looking jade into the package? If even he wants many of things there, she has given to him.
"What do you say, Uncle Lin?"
"Of course. Please, Mr. Aryan, help yourself."
Uncle Lin was still stunned by Aryan's display of power, his tone became much more respectful.
"Very well; I owe you one."
Aryan nodded and grabbed the jade. His eyes were lit up with glee.
Wei Ziqin felt a mix of surprise and joy after seeing that the Aryan was smiling.
She remembered Aryan's placid face and ungracious look after he had received a mansion from her grandfather. But who would have thought that he would become so ecstatic after receiving a worthless piece of jade?
Could it be that this jade was worth more than a mansion?
"What is so special about this jade?" We Ziqin asked curiously.
"Haven't you just asked me to show you a real Dharma Artifact?" Aryan paused for a second and then asked slowly.
"Yea."
Wei Ziqin and Uncle Lin exchanged a confused glance.
"Mr. Aryan, could this be the real Dharma Artifact you were talking about?" Uncle Lun asked cautiously.
This ancient jade looked unremarkable, and anyone could tell that its body was filled with impurities. It was a far cry from many precious gemstones at display in the hall. What would be so special about this jade?
"Well, it's… not quite a Dharma Artifact yet." Aryan said slowly as he carefully placed the jade into his pocket.
"It still has some rough edges, but once I have finished refining it, it will be a powerful Dharma Treasure."
Both Uncle Lin and Wei Ziqin were taken aback by his words. Never had they thought that anyone could simply create a legendary Dharma Artifact?
Sensing that Aryan didn't want to disclose too much, the two decided not to press him with more questions.
"There is nothing else to look at here, let's go, tonight I want my gift," Having obtained the precious jade, Aryan was satisfied, he even now wanted eat the Wei Ziqin.
"Ok," Wei Ziqin replied while blushing.
After he had returned to the reception hall, he noticed that everyone looked at him strangely. Nearly all the teenagers had witnessed Aryan's devil face, and therefore no one dared to provoke him even by mistake.
"You are back?" Jiang Churan greeted him; her voice was slightly awkward.
"Yes, from now on don't meet with the people, which I don't like," Aryan said as he rubbed both Jiang Churan and Xu Rongfei cute and surprised faces.
"Thank you for your help! If you ever need anything, feel free to ask me."
Xu Rongfei was willing to stand up for him even though she thought he was just a helpless country boy. Aryan was touched by Xu Rongfei's genuine concern; it made him feel that other than Auntie Tang, Xu Rongfei was the most caring person in his life so far. He couldn't help but consider her a younger sister and wanted to protect her like how she protected him.
Aryan's intimate pat on Xu Rongfei and Jiang Churen's head made them blush. Both lowered their heads and were suddenly lacking words.
"Haha!" Aryan laughed before he started off.
Wei Ziqin nodded at the two girls with a smile before she left the room.
Uncle Lin picked up the cue almost immediately. He ordered the workers to rearrange the seats so that the two girls would have the front-row seats. He reminded the workers to tend to the two girl's needs.
The special treatment made Xu Rongfei's other friends' eyes turn green with jealousy.
Someone recognized the old man as soon as he appeared in the reception hall. He was the second most influential person in the Fang Sheng International Group and was sitting in a much more senior position than Manager Zhu.
The fact that even Uncle Lin had to fawn over Aryan told everyone the clout of the boy.
Lemon Warning
Now both Wei Ziqin and Aryan go to a private soundproof room. Wei Ziqin adjusts herself on a bed.
"You are really ready for it, or we will do it another time," Aryan asked, because he doesn't want to force himself on someone.
"I have already recognised you as my husband, so I am okay with everything," Wei Ziqin replied, as she leaned on the bed and left all of the work in Aryan's hands.
"Okay," Aryan nodded as he leaned on Wei Ziqin, he started kissing her lips, while his hands removed her Qipao, followed by he undressed her nude. Then he started kissing while playing with her boobs, followed by licking it.
Wei Ziqin is already becoming hot, she lets Aryan do whatever he wants, while she feels shy.
After playing with Wei Ziqin's boobs and pussy, he adjusted his dragon to her pussy position. "Ready," He asked for her confirmation, seeing her nod. With a final push he broke her hymen and while claiming her virginity.
Wei Ziqin cried in pain, but after some more strokes, her pain turned into pleasure.
They enjoyed themselves to their fill. Before they fell asleep on the same bed.
Lemon End
After waking up, they adjusted their clothes before parting, Aryan returned back to his home.
He took out the ancient jade right away.
"Who would have thought that I would encounter a piece of Jade Marrow on earth? I couldn't have gotten a more valuable treasure than this!" Aryan beamed from side to side. He had thought that there would be no more numinous treasures left on earth considering its lack of Spirit Qi.
The Jade Marrow was the rarest form of jade. It was not a worldly object and could be classified as a Sentient Object.
I have thought of purchasing a few precious jades to create a Jade Talisman. However flawless a piece of jade stone was, it couldn't compare with the Jade Marrow. All Jade Talisman made out of ordinary jade stone can only be used once. However, a talisman made out of Jade Marrow could be used and reused indefinitely.
He was only at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment level, and therefore he still has to live with his fragile worldly body. If he were hit by a bullet, depending on where it landed, the wound could be fatal.
However, with the protection of a Dharma Artifact, such as a Jade Talisman, Aryan should be able to ward off any harm from small caliber firearms.
"This is the first sentient object I have obtained; I need to use it wisely. Who knows how long I will have to wait until I can lay my hands on another one ?"
So thinking, Aryan initiated the art and summoned a True Fire to help him remold the ancient jade.
After a short while, the ancient jade started to make crackling noise as it shed its outer shell, revealing a brilliant piece of gem, the size of an infant's fist.
The texture of the jade was smoother than the purest of the Mutton-fat-jade, and its surface held a warm luster.
"I bet It would fetch a good price at the auction."
It was simply a fleeting thought. Aryan knew that even if someone offered him a trillion yuan, he would not sell it.
"If I can successfully create a jade talisman, I might as well have gained a second life. No money could buy that.
"Once I am finished with this one, I will make a few more. Two for my parents, one for sister Anya, one for Wei Ziqin, and one more Fang Qiong." Aryan thought to himself. Those were the people he really cared about in this world.
The thought of Fang Qiong filled his heart with poignant emotions. He looked up toward the southern sky.
At the end of the stars was the Jin City where the love of his life lived. He figured that Fang Qiong should be attending grade twelve just like him. In his past life, they didn't see each other again until they were at the University.
Although he had only been reborn for just over a month, he already missed Fang Qiong badly.
"Fang Qiong, wait for me. I will never back down again! I will become stronger so that I can protect you for the rest of your life. I want to say this to you loud and clear in front of you: I love you!" Aryan swore in his mind.
In his last life, his cultivation couldn't keep up with the speed at which his life had fallen apart, and therefore, he failed to save his loved ones. However, now he had entered the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment, making a Jade Talisman was the least he could do for his family.
After he gathered himself, he was finally ready to create the very first Dharma Artifact he would own in this life.
Unlike brewing the elixir, only the high-level cultivators could be successful in creating a Dharma Artifact. Usually, the Ethereal Enlightenment Level was the jump-off point for successfully creating artifacts, but Aryan decided to give it a try anyway.
Only three students in the class knew what had happened at the auction; they were Si Yinxia, Chang Wen and Ji Xingyu.
Ever since that day, Ji Xingyu had given up his harassment while Si Yinxia seemed to have transformed his indignation and jealousy into motivation for studying.
Chang Wen, on the other hand, had a 180-degree change in her attitude toward Aryan. She started to strike up short conversations with Aryan from time to time and attempted to break into Aryan's small circle of friends.
Aryan carried out the refinement of the artifact slowly but surely.
Due to Aryan's relatively low power, he could only rely on patience. Every day, he chipped his way through the daunting task by etching small inscriptions and runes onto the Jade Marrow one strike at a time.
After a few days, the body of the Jade Marrow was covered with cryptic Daoism symbols and inscriptions. These words and symbols were so tiny that they might as well be invisible to naked eyes. Without using any tool, Aryan had etched these symbols using his arcane energy. The perfect execution of the etchings spoke loudly of Aryan's incredible control over his power.
After a few nights of hard work, Aryan was finally close. He set the Jade Marrow aside and then heaved a sigh.
"Step one, complete! The next step is to grow its spirit using my True Essence by simply wearing it as much as I can."
Before him, the jade talisman floated in the air and gleamed brightly.
Upon close inspection, one might find countless golden symbols constantly flowing and moving about on the surface of the jade. It was as if the jade was alive.
"I am still not strong enough to do the more powerful spells. So far, I have only three low-level spells: 'Spirit Gathering Array,' 'Diamond Art' and the 'Arcane Bulwark of Thunder' " Aryan thought to himself as he knotted his brows. "Fortunately, I still have enough space left on the talisman to engrave more spells at a later time."
The Spirit Gathering Array was what he needed the most right now.
The Numinous Abode under the willow tree was no longer adequate for his cultivation at his current stage. The Spirit Gathering Array could significantly boost the amount of Qi he could gather during each session. This spell should be useful until he reached the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment level.
"With this jade talisman, I should be able to speed up my cultivation at least three times if not more."
A satisfying smile finally broke over Aryan's tired face.
Both the Diamond Art and the Arcane Bulwark of Thunder were the most rudimentary spells: one focused on protection, while the other focused on offense.
"Since I have already created the artifact, I really should test it before I put it to use."
Aryan thought as he rubbed his chin.
Before he had come up with a method to test his talisman, someone knocked on his door.
"Hello?" Aryan said, when he saw the visitor.
"Mr. Aryan, I apologize for not giving you a heads up." The visitor was Uncle Lin that Aryan had met a couple of days ago at the auction house.
Uncle Lin bowed slightly to Aryan and then said, "My master had heard what had happened that night, and he is very interested in meeting you to discuss more about the Dharma Artifacts."
"The Third Lord of Wei wants to see me?" Aryan furrowed his brows.
From Zhou Tianhao to the Auction, Aryan did not like anything that had the Third Lord's hands in it.
"That's right, my lord had spotted a real Dharma Artifact, but he did not entirely trust the seller, and therefore, he wishes that he could have a second opinion from you." Uncle Lin said with a smile.
Aryan was going to refuse whatever Uncle Lin was going to propose. However, the topic quickly piqued his interest.
Although most of the collections from the Third Lord of the Wei were junk, he had gotten the Jade Marrow from him; therefore, Aryan wagered that there could potentially be another real deal waiting to be discovered.
"Fine, let's go take a look." Aryan said. He was curious to see the difference between the Dharma Artifact in this world than that which was created by him using the art from the world of cultivation.
As soon as Aryan arrived at the community gate, he saw a Bentley Continental Flying Spur parked by the gate. It was evident that only the Third Lord of the Wei could afford this luxury car that was worth over a few million.
After Aryan had secured himself in the car seat, Uncle Lin started to fill him in the details.
"A seller from Zhong Zhou City showed the Third Lord a filigree of the sort, and ever since then, the Third Lord had been ranting about how all of his other collections were junk, and he wanted to sell them."
Aryan nodded. No wonder The Third Lord of Wei wanted to auction out all of his collections a few nights ago.
"As you know, my lord was not the only powerful magnet in Mahanagar City; everyone at his level would go head over heels for anything that claimed to be able to ward off evil eyes and protect their wealth and family. Even many powerful buyers from the Dibru City had joined the race. They had already met three times, as they say the third time's the charm, so I bet the seller is finally going to let this piece go this time." Uncle Lin said and then heaved a sigh.
"This Dharma artifact is starting at ten million yuan; the stake is not small. Therefore, the Third Lord wants you to be the appraiser, and if it really is as powerful as the seller purported, he will buy it no matter how much it will cost."
Aryan nodded.
These super-wealthy businessmen would spare no expense at gaining one of those so-called "Feng Shui Dharma Artifact," or anything that was blessed by old monks. However stupid it sounded, that was the way it was back then, and it all started by the superstitious rich people from coming to mainland Shiar from the province of Kurlan.
Although the third lord of Wei was from a prominent family, there were at least ten other businessmen who were as rich as he was in the Mahanagar City. Therefore, competition for a piece of real Dharma Artifact would be fierce.
Soon Uncle Lin pulled the car over to a modest courtyard-style building in a quiet suburban village. This house looked ordinary from the outside; however, once Aryan pushed the gate open, he was greeted by a charming view of ponds, creeks and elegant pavilions.
Aryan entered the main hall and saw two rows of Shiar armchairs set in a traditionally decorated space. It was as if Aryan had gone back in time to the early 19th century.
The person who was sitting at the center of the two rows of chairs greeted Aryan with a smile.
"Mr. Aryan is here."
Aryan wagered that the speaker was the Third Lord of the Wei. His face was lifelessly pale with two large bags under his eyes. He looked tired yet restless. Despite wearing expensive clothing from head to toe, he could scarcely pull them off.
Aryan shook his head as he remembered Xiao Qi's loathed look when he mentioned this third lord to him. The third son simply could not compare with his father even when the elderly man was suffering internal injury. Aryan still had Mr. Wei's image in his mind when he first saw him: stately and headfast, from time to time, his eyes glinted with the wisdom of a veteran businessman.
"Nice to meet you." Aryan nodded a reply.
Before Aryan could say anything more, a person sitting in another armchair sneered at him.
"Third Lord, did you find a kid to be your appraiser? Is there not a single capable expert in Mahanagar City? I can loan you one if you want."
The Third Lord of the Wei pulled a taut pace and flung back at him. "Xin Zhong, why don't you shut your mouth, or else I will kick you out! This is Mahanagar City, not Dibru City."
"Oh, give me a break! If the Second Lord is here, I promise I will shut up, and if it was the First Lord, I might as well pack up and go back to Dibru. But you are neither of them, you are the third lord, and you are weak."
Sitting right beside the pompous man was a white-haired senior in a traditional white suit. His half-closed eyes were motionless and didn't even shift toward Aryan when he came in.
"You!" In a fit of anger, the third Lord of Wei slammed the table and snarled at Xin Zhong hotly. Xin Zhong was unfazed; he continued to sit comfortably in the armchair and let disdain and contempt crawl all over his face.
"Quit it." An old man in the traditional suit said with a scowl. "Don't mind him, Third Lord. We knew that Xin Zhong had no filters, he never changed after so many years.Ah, please, young sir, grab a seat."
Hearing the old man's words, the Third Lord of Wei finally suppressed his anger and sat down. It was evident that the old man in the traditional suit was an influential person in the group.
Uncle Lin closed in onto Aryan and whispered a few explanations.
The pompous man called Xin Zhong was a rich businessman from Dibru City. He ran an international trading company and stayed abroad for most of the time. He was extremely resourceful in the Dibru City and quite influential even at the Mahanagar City.
The Third Lord Wei also had an international trading company and was a competitor of Xin Zhong. The two's business ventures were often at odds against each other while they competed for contacts. The pretentious white-haired old man was invited by Xin Zhong to provide insight on the quality of the artifact.
The old man in the traditional suit was called Zhen Jiulin, and he was one of the magnates in Mahanagar City. His portfolio covered all kinds of industries such as hotel, construction, health care, transportation, and even convenience store chains. His nickname was "Half-city" because of how much property in the Mahanagar City had his name on them. He was the second richest person in the city only next to Sheng Ronghua. People usually call him "Old Man Zhen."
Compared to Zhen Jiulin, the Third Lord of Wei's wealth was peanuts. If he were not from the mighty Wei family, the third lord would not even be able to sit at the same table with Zhen Jiulin.
"Thank you." Aryan nodded. He looked past Xin Zhong and studied the white-haired old man who seemed to have fallen into a reverie.
After Aryan had sat down, Zhen Jiulin said slowly but confidently.
"Everyone is here now. Boss Gu, would you please be so kind as to show us the item?"
Sitting across from the old man was a chubby man who looked like the fat buddha one would find in temples. Boss Gu furrowed his brows and complained, "This is the third time you guys want to see it. I want to know how committed you are to this deal."
"Rest assured; this will be the last time. One of us will buy it as long as it is the real deal." One of the rich men said loudly while pounding his chest.
He was a businessman from the development district, and he owned a few textile manufacturing plants.
"We are all busy men. So if we are not interested, why would we waste our time and come here?" Someone else put in.
"Very well." Boss Gu nodded and ordered one of his servants to bring out an old box
Inside the box was a wooden filigree shaped like a flat plate depicting the Eight Trigrams. It looked heavy and solid in its construction despite the wear and tear on its edges. The plate immediately caught everyone's attention.
"Huh?"
The moment the box was opened up, Aryan suddenly wrenched his attention from the white-haired old man to the plate.
When he saw the pattern of the Eight Trigrams on the plate, he couldn't help but gasp.
"What do you think of it, Mr. Aryan?"
The Third Lord was still in a bad mood after the confrontation, and therefore, his voice was laced with impatience.
Even now, he regretted, inviting Aryan. He never believed that a high school kid could know anything about artifacts. However, in a fit of desperation, he accepted his subordinates' suggestion and invited Aryan. A huge mistake.
The boy looked nothing extraordinary, if his niece was not connected with the guy, he would even kick him out. Although he killed someone easily, in today 's generation, there were many fearless people. He couldn't compare with that white-haired old man brought along by Xin Zhong.
His miscalculation had spurred his rival, Xin Zhong, to jump at the golden opportunity to insult him.
Even as the Third Lord lamented his mistake, he heard Xin Zhong speak out again.
"What does a little child know about the Dharma Artifact? Come one, how many times do we have to do this. Let's just bid on it now!"
Aryan smiled, but he had kept his silence.
Aryan was indeed shocked when he lay his eyes on the plate. He was impressed not by the plate itself, but by what was on it. The plate was covered with inscriptions that formed a Dharma array. Its function was very similar to the Spirit Gathering Array he had cast on the jade talisman. However, it's power was much inferior to that created by Aryan.
"Who would have thought that such an artifact would exist on earth? It's sort of like a crude prototype of Dharma Artifact."
Aryan shook his head and was disappointed by the power of the artifact. In addition, this plate clearly had seen better days. Decades, if not centuries of usage had taken a toll on its construction. Any more usage would completely break this artifact into pieces.
Seeing the greediness in everyone's eyes, Aryan decided to keep the secrets to himself. None of them took him seriously anyway.
Seeing that Aryan didn't speak, the Third Lord said.
"Mr. Qi. Please."
"Will do."
Another appraiser stood up and came over to the artifact. Everyone watched him expectantly as he would be one of the arbiters of the quality of this magical item.
Master Qi fished an old compass out from his pocket, and he circled around the wooden box three laps. All the while, he murmured something to himself with a solemn face.
Everyone's heart was caught in their throat as they stared at the old man expectantly.
Mr. Chen was the only one who managed a smile and said, "Master Qi was one of the most respected antique appraisers, anything from Feng Shui Dharma Artifacts to the Artifacts that were blessed by revered monks, nothing was able to escape his scrutinizing eyes."
After he had said that, most people in the Hall nodded in agreement.
However, Xin Zhong didn't agree with the rest, he smiled disdainfully and then said, "He is just an amateur compared to our Master Wu!"
Xin Zhong's words didn't sit well with most people in the Hall. Master Qi snorted and said, "My power is meager. Although I can tell that this artifact has magic properties, I can't put the finger on its exact functions. I wonder if Master Wu will be able to shed some light on it?"
The white-haired Master Wu slowly opened his eyes, and he gave Master Qi a contemptuous look. Master Qi's face flashed red with Master Wu's glance.
"You are not experienced; that's why you wouldn't be able to see what is going on."
His words were laced with conceit and arrogance. Many wealthy and powerful men's faces blackened after hearing he openly insulted their appraiser: Maser Qi.
However, Master Qi linked his hands behind his back while wearing a cold sneer; it was as if he couldn't wait to see Master Wu being embarrassed by his incompetence.
He had used his ancestral compass to probe the filigree, and he was able to tell that this artifact was indeed powerful. However, it was still in a dormant state, and he had no clue how to reactivate its power. He doubted that the pretentious Mr. Wu could have done any better than him.
Under everyone's expectant eyes, Master Wu rose from his chair and walked to the Eight-Trigram-Plate. He closed his eyes while his fingers shifted through a few hand signs
Suddenly, everyone was shocked to discover that Master Wu's long and flappy sleeve started to move in the windless air. It was as if he had hidden a blower inside of that enormous-sized sleeve.
"This is?" Master Qi's face paled at the sight. His eyes glued to the old man as he murmured "Transcendent Dao?"
"Hur!"
Master Wu stomped the ground as he grunted with a deep booming voice that startled everyone.
He then pointed two fingers at the Eight-Trigrams-and blew at it. A strand of white mist streamed out from his mouth and touched the Eight-Trigrams-Plate. Suddenly, the plate trembled as if it had come back alive. Eight sets of inscriptions appeared on the surface of the plate.
As soon as the eight Dao inscriptions revealed themselves, the temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped a few degrees, and people can feel a light breeze kissing their cheeks. It was as if they were in the middle of spring.
"This. This.."
Everyone in the hall could not believe that they saw. They fixated their eyes on the shaking Eight-Trigrams-Plate.
"A Dharma Artifact. This one is real!"
Boss Yan, the textile magnate, shouted with excitement.
The Third Lord of Wei slapped his thigh in excitement as he gawked at the artifact unblinkingly.
Even the calmest of them all, Old Man Zhen, was seized by trepidation as greed flashed in his eyes.
However, the excitement around Master Wu seemed to have rubbed him the wrong way. With even more conceit than before, he grunted, and then ended the spell that revealed the true power of the artifact. The Eight-Trigrams-Plate suddenly stopped fighting and lay motionless in the box.
The temperature inside the hall climbed back up, and then everything seemed to have returned to normal.
"So now you know who the real master is, don't you?" Xin Zhong smiled smugly.
The wealthy men from Mahanagar looked at Xin Zhong and Master Wu with much more respect and admiration. Some even decided to befriend the mighty Master Wu.
He is the real master, and was much more powerful and experienced than Master Qi.
Master Qi smiled wryly and then bowed to Master Wu.
"I have never expected to meet a grandmaster who was enlightened by the way of Dao. My apologies for my insolent behavior. "
Master Wu sat down in his seat without a word, and he quickly returned to his previous state of half dozing-off and half awake. He left Master Qi hanging there for a while and then replied, "So you do know 'Transcendent State'? You didn't waste your life after all."
Master Qi managed a smile and didn't rise to Master Wu's contemptuous remark. After all, the white-haired one was much more experienced than him. He heaved a sigh and then returned to his seat. As he sat down, he felt that he was getting too old for this line of work. All the reputation he had built up in Mahanagar would all be thrown out of the window after today.
The moment Aryan saw Master Wu perform his art, his interest piqued almost immediately.
"This man possessed Dharmic powers?"
"Although his Dharmic power lacked both quality and quantity, it was quite an achievement for a Martial Artist. I wager he should be at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment level. So he was the so-called 'The Follower of the Dao' in this world?"
Aryan was excited and shocked at the same time.
However, Although Master Wu had reached the same level as Aryan, their power was significantly different.
The power of a Martial Artist to a same-leveled Cultivator was like the third-tier university to a first-tier university. They were both universities, but everyone knew that only the first tier university was the real deal.
In other words, although they were at the same level, Master Wu's power was drastically inferior.
"It appears that the people on the earth had scraped the surface of cultivation. Let it be the Internal Force or the Dharmic powers in Master Wu, they all came from the same source: the True Essence in Cultivation Technique. However, they have missed too many components in the technique, and therefore, their power was incomplete as well."
So thinking, Aryan shook his head.
He had expected Master Wu to be a real cultivator, but he had disappointingly failed to tap into the full potential of the power he possessed. It was as if he had used an AK-47 as firewood.
The Third Lord of Wei pulled a taut face as anger festered inside of him.
His rival Xin Zhong had invited a real master. And even if he put everything down and won the auction, he would still have to beg Master Wu to reactivate it.
Suddenly, the owner of the artifact, the Boss Gu broke the silence.
"Since you have all seen the power of the artifact first hand, it's time for the bidding."
Before he had finished his words, Boss Yan hurried to put in his offer, "Ten million!"
"Twenty million!"
"Twenty-five million."
Everyone present at the auction was the richest of the rich in Mahanagar. Most of them owned billions of assets.
It was an opportunity that they couldn't pass up and therefore they were determined to buy this artifact.
However, even though they were determined to purchase this Dharma Artifact, they didn't let irrationality claim them. When the price had reached twenty-five million, the offered increased only one million at a time.
Boss Gu beamed from side to side; his puggy face had nearly concealed the two narrow slits.
The Third Lord of Wei's mind raced. He wanted the Dharma artifact badly, but he was also afraid that his rival would take advantage of his desperation and drag him into a bidding war.
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