Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 38 - Ink Iron

38: Chapter 38 Ink Iron

38 -38 Ink Iron

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Before long, atop the auction stage, an elderly man approached, struck the small wooden gavel on the table, and said with a smile, “Mu Family Auction is held every three months.

The rules are well known to you all, fair competition, the highest bidder wins!”

“Elder Mu Ling, the auction list mentions the Youlong Sword as the final item of this auction.

The Youlong Sword is a Dao Artifact, do you really possess it to auction?”

As the elderly man’s voice faded, someone in the auction hall asked.

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up their ears; evidently, most were here for this sword.

However, a Dao Artifact, imbued with Spiritual Wisdom, appearing in the modest Jianye City was something that nobody could believe.

“If it’s on the list, naturally we have it to auction.

Would my Mu Family Auction use such groundless tactics just to attract attention?” Mu Ling, who was the elder hosting this auction, heard the doubt but didn’t get angry; instead, he responded with a smile.

“Hehe, even if there truly were a Youlong Sword to auction, how could you possibly afford to bid on it?”

Yet, just at that moment, a faint voice suddenly emerged from a room on the second floor, sounding somewhat steady; likely a middle-aged man had spoken.

Hearing this, many in the hall frowned, but ultimately could only shake their heads and sigh.

Indeed, a Dao Artifact like the Youlong Sword would doubtlessly have been eyed by many great figures long ago, and those truly powerful enough to compete for it were now in the rooms on the second floor—how could it possibly fall into the hands of those who could only sit in the hall?

“Next item for auction is a basic-level Yellow Rank Martial Technique, starting bid five thousand Gold Coins!”

“I bid five thousand one hundred Gold Coins!”

“I bid six thousand!”

“Six thousand five hundred!”

As Mu Ling’s words fell, many began to compete quickly.

On the roads of Tiannan, a basic-level Yellow Rank Martial Technique is considered low-level, but even such techniques were not possessed by everyone, including some smaller forces.

There were thousands participating in this auction, hence, there really was a demand for these lower-tier Martial Techniques.

In the end, this Martial Technique sold for twelve thousand Gold Coins.

There were over twenty items in this auction, and as each item was brought forth for bidding, Mo Wangchen had yet to speak a word in competition.

The previous items truly held no attraction for him.

Soon, the auction progressed to its midpoint with ten items left to auction.

“Next up for auction is something quite unique…”

As Mu Ling spoke, he soon placed a chunk of black material slightly larger than a palm on the display table.

“What is that?

Why is it so black?”

“Isn’t that just a piece of stone?

Did it get scorched?”

The crowd gasped, then immediately buzzed with discussion upon seeing the black object on the table.

“This item has been appraised by the auction’s appraisal master and remains unidentified.

However, what can be confirmed is that it is incredibly hard, impervious to even full-force strikes from those in the Spirit Transformation Realm…”

Hearing the crowd’s discussions, Mu Ling let out a wry smile.

He had hosted many auctions before, but this was his first time bringing forth such an item.

“The reason it’s up for auction is in hope that someone discerning enough will recognize it.

After all, even experts in the Spirit Transformation Realm cannot dent it; it surely isn’t just any ordinary object. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

The starting bid is also five thousand Gold Coins, and the highest bidder takes it!”

“This is…”

A gleam flashed through Mo Wangchen’s eyes as he stared intently at the black object, thinking to himself, “Could this be Ink Iron?”

Ink Iron, a rare material rumored to be buried deep beneath thousands of meters, is exceedingly scarce.

Exceptionally hard and charred black, it is the finest material for crafting Alchemy Furnaces!

“Ten thousand Gold Coins!”

After Mu Ling’s words fell, the hall fell somewhat silent; evidently, most were uninterested in this unknown, seemingly useless object.

However, after a moment, Mo Wangchen’s voice echoed from a room on the second floor, bidding directly at ten thousand?

“Eh?

Is a distinguished figure from the second floor making a bid?”

“Could he recognize this item?”

The crowd was surprised; those who could enter the second floor had no common identities, and there were few items that could interest them.

“Fifteen thousand Gold Coins!”

After Mo Wangchen, another voice came from a different room on the second floor.

The voice belonged to a woman, and upon hearing her bid, the hall was once again abuzz with surprise.

“Does that sound like Tang Zihan?”

“That Tang Zihan, second only to Zhang Hao in talent in Jianye City and also an Alchemist, a disciple of Master Xue Zheng?”

Surprised once more, the crowd resumed their discussions; Tang Zihan came from a notable background and had recently been accepted into Yun Chu Academy.

Additionally, she was a disciple of Master Xue Zheng, so the item must indeed hold some value for her to bid.

“Hmm?”

Hearing someone else also bidding, Mo Wangchen frowned slightly; did the other party also recognize this as Ink Iron?

It seemed impossible!

Ink Iron was exceedingly rare.

Even with his extensive experience from a previous life, Mo Wangchen had only seen it once.

Let alone Tang Zihan, even considering Yun Country as a whole, it was unlikely anyone would recognize it.

“Twenty thousand Gold Coins!”

Thinking this, Mo Wangchen called out another bid.

“Zihan, do you know what this is?” In another room, Master Xue Zheng asked with puzzlement.

Tang Zihan shook her head, “Disciple does not recognize it, but based on Elder Mu Ling’s description, it seems to be some top-quality material for forging weapons.

Our Tang Family is an Artifact Refining family; perhaps we could bring it back for Father and the others to inspect.”

Hearing her reply, Mu Ling nodded.

Long ago, the Tang Family had risen to fame through Artifact Refining.

In the Tian Nan Continent, apart from Alchemists, there were also Artifact Refiners—a profession not as rare as Alchemists because nearly anyone could become an Artifact Refiner.

“Thirty thousand Gold Coins!”

However, at that moment, Mo Wangchen’s voice again resonated, causing Tang Zihan’s eyebrows to slightly furrow.

Inside the room, Zhang Hao was somewhat taken aback, “Master, is this item useful to you?”

Thirty thousand Gold Coins, although not too much for him, who would casually spend that much to buy a black stone whose purpose was unknown?

Yet, Mo Wangchen was different; to Zhang Hao, he had always seemed mysterious, and he must have recognized the item since he was competing for it.