Nine Yang Sword Saint Chapter 210

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

“That's right, I will have this item.” That Young Lord Ye spoke coldly.

Fifty-three million was already three million more than what Su Mei had estimated. Yang Dingtian was rather pleased, but this amount of money was totally impossible for him to bid that final item, the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art.

“Hmph!” That person inside the No. 5 private room grunted.

Young Lord Ye laughed heartily instantly and said, “Mister Zuo, if you are unresigned, you can simply bid a higher price, I will be willing to keep you company. I can even tell you that I am even more determined to obtain the final item, that 8th-grade mystic skill Devil Flame Saber Art. I have already prepared double the funds.”

Yang Dingtian's heart instantly shuddered.

Insane, this Young Lord Ye wasn't just going to pay 53 million for the 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir. He had also prepared 100 million to purchase that 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art.

It meant that Yang Dingtian was basically without any hope to bid for that Devil Flame Saber Art.

Su Mei smiled faintly and said, “Young Lord Ye made a bid of 53 million for the potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir. Is there someone else to make a higher bid? If there isn't anyone else, this 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir will belong to Young Lord Ye.”

“Three! Two! One!”

Just as Su Mei was about to swing her hammer down…

“60 million!”

Someone actually increased the price to 60 million in one go. Furthermore, this voice was the hoarse and mesmerizing voice that Yang Dingtian had been looking forward to. It was from that woman in the No. 1 private room.

That Young Lord Ye's laughter abruptly came to an end. Seeing how arrogance and haughty he was, he would surely be infuriated and would yell out.

But he actually didn't. He seemed to be filled with restraining fear against that woman in the No. 1 private room.

“Is there any bid of more than 60 million gold coins?” Su Mei asked. At this moment, her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look towards Yang Dingtian's direction. It seemed like she too didn't expect this potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir would actually hit the price of 60 million.

“63 million!” Young Lord Ye's voice was shaking slightly.

“70 million!” The woman in the No. 1 private room immediately raised the bid, moreover, she was calling out rather indifferently.

“Madam Qin, must you really contest with me?” Young Lord Ye asked, “You shouldn't be needing this potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir, right?”

Yang Dingtian was flabbergasted. This woman with a charming voice was actually addressed as Madam Qin. Did she originally have the family name of Qin, or did she marry to a member of the Northwest Qin Clan as a wife?

But, it didn't matter what kind of scenario it was as she was undoubtedly related to the Northwest Qin Clan. Because she was able to sit in the No. 1 private room, which was reserved for the most esteemed guest, while also having astounding wealth.

The Northwest Qin City was the No. 1 faction in the Northwest Continent. If they were to say something, it would mean nothing else. This was also the reason she had her current position.

When that Madam Qin heard Young Lord Ye's question, she spoke lazily, “I am purchasing as a gift, can I not?”

Young Lord Ye almost exploded from anger. He said coldly, “I will bid one last time. If Madam Qin is willing to exceed my price, then just take it.”

“75 million!” Young Lord Ye banged his table abruptly and yelled out.

It seemed like he was truly in need of this potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir. What's more, 75 million was the limit of his bid. His meaning was obvious, this was his final bid, and he couldn't increase a single gold coin more. If Madam Qin had evil intentions, then this was the moment for her to step down.

At this instant, several private room doors were opened!

It looked like the auction was already at the most hostile timing. Most of the people didn't intend to conceal their identity and were revealing themselves.

Everyone looked towards the No. 1 private room to see if Madam Qin was going to increase the bid or not.

Yang Dingtian was looked towards the No. 1 private room too. With such a captivating voice, he was wondering how she would look like. But Yang Dingtian wasn't too hopeful of her increasing the bid. This 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir wasn't useless to her, and she was merely increasing the bid because she was unhappy with that Young Lord Ye.

“80 million gold coins.”

Madam Qin was still using her lazy and hoarse voice, as though she totally didn't mind that she had just called out a sky-high price to buy something she wasn't going to use.

Everyone gasped!

It was truly extravagant to use such a method to stomp on people.

Yang Dingtian didn't dare to believe it either. This member of the Northwest Qin City was too arrogant and too extravagant.

“Bang…” The door of the No. 3 private room was kicked open. Yang Dingtian saw a handsome face that was already distorted.

This should be Young Lord Ye. He was wearing a long purple robe that had golden threads, and his entire body was exuding a noble aura and arrogance.

He was already so infuriated that his face was nearly twisted. He smashed his teacup on the ground and gritted his teeth while seemingly wanting to increase the bid again.

But an elder by the side had stopped him and said calmly, “Do not contest with spite. The crucial thing is still the Devil Flame Saber Art!”

When Young Lord Ye heard the elder, his expression gradually composed. He sneered and said, “Fine, you can have this 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir. Buy it and have fun.”

Immediately after, Young Lord Ye used his arrogant eyes to look at everyone and said, “I will be straightforward and say it. I didn't manage to buy the Beast Soul Elixir, thus, I will use all my funds on the Devil Flame Saber Art. Estimate how much gold coins do you have and decide if you are going to contest for it against me.”

From the tone of his speech, he was completely determined towards that 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art.

Yang Dingtian made a rough estimate. Just for the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art, this Young Lord Ye had prepared near 200 million gold coins. This was merely gold coins, as he had yet to include the treasures that would be used to increase the bids.

This was truly insane!

Yang Dingtian was previously having some hopes for the 8th-grade Devil Flame Saber Art. Right now, he had truly given up all hopes.

“80 million gold coins. Madam Qin's final bid for the potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir is 80 million gold coins. Is there anyone who wants to increase the bid?”

“Three! Two! One!”

“Congratulations to Madam Qin for obtaining this potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir.” Su Mei swung her hammer down.

Immediately after, she covered the potential 8th-grade Beast Soul Elixir's box and personally delivered it to the No. 1 private room where Madam Qin was.

After staying a few minutes inside, Su Mei walked out and back onto the stage to continue hosting the auction.

It was a pity that Madam Qin didn't walk out of the private room, while Su Mei had closed the door of the private room tightly after exiting. Yang Dingtian didn't have the chance to see the true face of this Madam Qin.

“Next, we will conduct the auction for the second final item, the Sky Devil Flame Saber!”

A giant box was brought out.

When the box was opened, it revealed a peerlessly imperious battle saber.

It was four feet in length and half a foot in wide!

It had awe-inspiring prowess and outstanding murderous aura. Its entire body was red apart from the golden patterns on the saber.

This battle saber was like the flames and also like an uncaged beast.

The instant the box was opened, the treasure saber's murderous aura had instantly filled the entire auction hall.

It was a top-class treasure saber indeed.

Young Lord Ye immediately stood up, and his eyes shot out with intensive radiance of desire.

Without a doubt, he had to obtain this battle saber as it was completely compatible with the Devil Flame Saber Art.

Many people in the hall had eyes that began to stir.

The Devil Flame Saber Art was today's final item, and many of the people here were attending this auction for the 8th-grade mystic skill manual.

The Sky Devil Flame Saber and the Devil Flame Saber Art were a complete set. Therefore, this auction for the Sky Devil Flame Saber was simply a warmup for the Devil Flame Saber Art.

“Sky Devil Flame Saber. The base price is three million gold coins.” Su Mei said.

“50 million gold coins!” Young Lord Ye roared out.

As soon as his voice fell silent, the entire hall was dumbstruck!

The base price was three million, but he immediately called out for 50 million. This was truly insane.

The entire auction hall was in absolute silence.

Almost everyone had been stunned by his opening bid. Yang Dingtian originally wanted to make a bid but had simply given up now.

Without the Devil Flame Saber Art, the Sky Devil Flame Saber would only be worth a few million gold coins.

“Young Lord Ye has made a bid of 50 million gold coins. Is there anyone who will make a higher bid?” Su Mei's voice was trembling a little.

“Is there anyone who will make a higher bid than 50 million gold coins?”

“Is there anyone making a bid higher than 50 million gold coins?”

Su Mei had asked thrice, but no one made a sound.

At this moment, Young Lord Ye's face revealed a pleased smile.

“60 million!”

An aged voice echoed and immediately froze Young Lord Ye's smile.

This voice came from the No. 2 private room.

“Chief Beigong, do you also want this Sky Devil Flame Saber? I feel that it is useless to you, right?” Young Lord Ye spoke with a respectful voice, but he wasn't feeling the same thing in his heart.

“I am bidding for my son.” That Chief Beigong smiled indifferently and said, “Therefore, I will have to offend Young Lord Ye.”

Young Lord Ye's expression immediately turned cold as he snorted.

It seemed like the contest of the Devil Flame Saber Art had one more heavyweight class figure, Chief Beigong.

Yang Dingtian couldn't help but ask in his heart, “Master, this Chief Beigong and Young Lord Ye belong to which faction? Why are they so wealthy?”

Dongfang Niemie said, “This Young Lord Ye should be the son of the White Cloud City Lord. The White Cloud City is situated in the westernmost part of the Northwest Continent and is ranked 19th in the Twenty Seven Branches.”

Yang Dingtian said, “They are truly a significant faction to be ranked 19th in the Twenty Seven Branches. But it doesn't give them the qualification to be so arrogant, right? After all, the Northwest Qin City are also here. It is truly strange.”

Dongfang Niemie commented, “The White Cloud City is nothing on their own. But they have a gigantic backer.”

“What backer?” Yang Dingtian asked.

“Mystic Heaven Sect.” Dongfang Niemie said, “The White Cloud City Lord's younger sister is unmatched in beauty and is Zhu Qingzhu's Third Madam.”

No wonder this Young Lord Ye was so rampant and arrogant. With the Mystic Heaven Sect as in-laws, one naturally would have an imposing attitude.

Dongfang Niemie continued saying, “As for this Chief Beigong, his name is Beigong Jue and is the Chief of the Mystery Dark Gang. They are not listed inside the Three Sects, Nine Clans, and Twenty Seven Branches. But this Beigong Jue has astounding talents and already became a Master class expert ten years ago.”

A Master class expert… He was not in the Three Sects, Nine Clans, and Twenty-Seven Branches, but was actually able to cultivate to the Master class. It was truly shocking.

“70 million gold coins!” Young Lord Ye yelled coldly.

“73 million.” Beigong Jue raised the bid was already hesitating.

This Beigong Jue might have astounding talents, but his Mystery Dark Gang's wealth was far inferior to the White Cloud City. With their 300-mile territory, even if they took in taxes for 50 years, they still weren't able to gather such an astronomical amount of gold coins.

“80 million gold coins.” Young Lord Ye said arrogantly while his eyes were looking intently at Beigong Jue in the No. 2 private room.

Chapter end