Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1968: 813, betting all possessions, White Tiger Battle Saber_2

Chapter 1968: 813, betting all possessions, White Tiger Battle Saber_2

“Infinite Sky Fire?” Li Changyun’s face revealed a trace of confusion as he spoke softly, “It seems to be a legacy flame from some universe in ancient times, comparable to the Golden Crow Divine Flame of the Galaxy Universe.”

Lu Zixu also nodded and said, “It seems I have seen it mentioned in some secret records.”

However, whether it was Lu Zixu or Li Changyun, it was clear that they were not familiar with this flame.

Nor could they explain it.

“Infinite Sky Fire, a flame pa.s.sed down from the Infinite Universe since ancient times, is among the most elite flames of the Infinite Universe, capable of burning through heaven and earth, incinerating all things, and amidst its ferocity, it also has the ability to condense spiritual items.”

Han Muye slowly spoke, his gaze landing on the long saber-shaped object.

“During ancient times, thirteen Dao Sovereigns of the Infinite Cloud Sky Path from the Infinite Universe clashed with several powerful beings from the Galaxy Universe, and the Infinite Sky Fire burnt through twenty-eight galaxy worlds.”

Han Muye’s fingers flicked, and a series of illusory images emerged in front of him.

Within these illusions, flames ascended, interspersed with the power of heaven and earth, and figures collided.

“If an object that has not been destroyed by the Infinite Sky Fire and is in the shape of a long saber, then it can only be the White Tiger Battle Saber of the ancient almighty Wu Baihu that fell in that battle.”

The ethereal glow in front of Han Muye slowly converged, eventually taking the shape of a long saber, and it resembled ninety percent of the object on display.

Lu Zixu and Li Changyun’s initially relaxed expressions slowly turned solemn.

In the pavilion, the servants and female attendants all quietly bowed their heads and retreated to the corners of the room.

These servants of the Yuntang Treasure Pavilion knew what they should listen to and what they shouldn’t.

“Since it’s a precious treasure from the hands of an ancient almighty, Brother Han, do you have any interest in acquiring it?” Lu Zixu looked at Han Muye and spoke quietly.

This was no ordinary artifact worth two billion origin coins like the Yutang Golden Marrow just now.

The battle weapons of ancient powerful beings are of an unknown cla.s.s, but those existences’ treasures cannot simply be measured in origin coins.

One hundred billion, or perhaps a trillion?

“I’m not interested, but, if you get hold of this item, you can let me observe it,” Han Muye responded as he looked up at Li Changyun and Lu Zixu, a light smile on his face. “Do you think those people below can’t tell?”

This made the two men pause for a moment.

The treasure appraisal masters, even those from the Lu family’s Yuntang Treasure Pavilion, should be able to recognize the traces of flame as the Infinite Sky Fire.

So why is this object still here, what does that imply?

If they couldn’t discern its value, that would mean stumbling upon a bargain.

The previous item was a bargain.

But this one cannot go unnoticed.

“Such ancient items enshrouded by flames are known to be valuable, but because their Great Spiritual nature is exhausted, and the Flame Power is too strong, up until now, no one can clearly state how much value remains,” Han Muye explained.

A treasure is a treasure, but it’s unknown how much value is left.

“Moreover, during the process of opening the treasure, due to the eroding power of time, the core power inside might shatter directly.”

“Tell me, how much value does a treasure that has lost its core power still possess?”

Without its core power,

And with such significant wear and tear, such a treasure indeed holds extremely limited value.

The words of Han Muye caused both Li Changyun and Lu Zixu to stiffen.

There was no point anymore.

The surrounding servants, however, breathed a sigh of relief.

If it wasn’t a valuable item, they wouldn’t be losing their heads over it.

“In that case, forget it, I won’t make an offer,” Li Changyun shook his head and murmured.

Lu Zixu wore the same expression.

“Why not make an offer?” Han Muye looked at the now-diminished spiritual light and said with a light chuckle, “What if I have a method to preserve up to eighty percent of the treasure’s power from being eroded during the treasure opening?”

“However, this comes at a steep price, so steep that it might cause some heartache.”

Han Muye chuckled as he looked at the two men before him. “Additionally, if the treasure itself was already damaged back then, that’s not something I can resolve.”

What does he mean?

A look of confusion crossed Lu Zixu’s face.

That’s impossible. The eroding power of time cannot be resisted.

What power in the world can withstand the force of time?

Li Changyun’s body shuddered, and his eyes shone with a keen light as he spoke softly, “After so many years, this treasure probably has very little power left.”

The wear is significant, and the result could be nothing.

“Brother Lu, I’m sitting this round out,” Li Changyun said, shaking his head.

Just then, Lu Dongju’s voice came from below: “Gentlemen, are there any more bids?”

His palm lifted.

“I’ll take this item!”

Lu Zixu shouted out loud from the pavilion.

Determination shone in his eyes as he said, “Worst comes to worst, I’ll just lose my last piece of clothing.”

He waved his hand, and a set of numbers flew down.

Actually, his loud shout had already attracted the attention of many.

Lu Dongju’s palm pressed down, and countless numbers faded away, leaving just three.

Eighty million.

Five hundred million.

Eighty billion.

The vast disparity in these numbers left everyone stunned.

The lowest bid of eighty million indicated that most bids were below that figure.

But the highest bid of eighty billion was somewhat ludicrous.

“Has Lu Zixu gone mad with his gambling?” Shangguan Yuqin murmured from the Shangguan Family’s pavilion.

Eighty billion.

The bid from Lu Zixu was eighty billion origin coins.

Countless divine senses reached out towards their pavilion, and Han Muye raised his hand to point, creating a barrier that blocked all divine senses.

Inspection had been permissible before, but now it was not.

Below, Lu Dongju looked at the numbers and turned his head to gaze at the masters seated on the stage.

The masters now wore various expressions on their faces.

“Clearly, this young master of the Lu family is gambling that the treasure within is worth a fortune,” a treasure appraisal master said with a smile, speaking softly.