Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 46

As the sound of Old Man Xu’s final gavel strike echoed from the auction stage, the crowd in the main hall wore expressions of utter shock, seemingly unable to process what they had just witnessed.

“Did I hear that right? Ten… ten thousand low-grade spirit stones?”

“I can confirm you didn’t, because I heard it clear as day too. Which family’s young miss is this? Spending ten thousand stones on a Grade 4 body-tempering manual is… simply insane!”

“My god, ten thousand stones is enough for me to cultivate for a whole year. And that was only the sixth item. Is every item after this going to hit ten thousand?”

“Probably not. This is just a small auction, and those two were clearly clashing on purpose. As long as they don’t bid, things shouldn’t get that exaggerated again.”

Once the sale was finalized, staff from the Chunlü Pavilion promptly delivered the manual to Ye Zhiyan’s private booth.

Inside, Cheng Wanwan stared at Ye Zhiyan in disbelief. It took her a long time to find her voice. “Zhiyan, even if you’re angry with someone, you shouldn’t throw away ten thousand spirit stones on a body-tempering manual. If your brother finds out, he’ll surely…”

She had been so shocked earlier she had forgotten to even try to stop the bid.

Ye Zhiyan dismissed her concerns with a wave of her hand. “Don’t worry, Sister Wanwan. It’s just ten thousand stones. You know that’s nothing to our Ye family. Besides, having this manual for our younger disciples to choose from in the future—isn’t that a good thing?”

Cheng Wanwan knew the Ye family wasn’t short on money, but the maximum value of a Grade 4 manual was barely seven thousand stones. Paying ten thousand was a massive overpayment.

Ye Zhiyan didn’t even spare the manual a second glance, ordering her guards to take it back to the estate immediately. She looked toward the opposite booth, her mood soaring. Snatching two treasures right out from under their noses—the person in that room must be spitting blood from rage.

However, in the opposite booth, Fu Yan was anything but angry. She calmly poured herself a cup of tea, the slight upward curve of her lips betraying her delight.

Shui Liuqing watched her, thinking Fu Yan was incredibly sinister. Not only had she set a trap, but she’d also made the victim happy to count the money for her. It was “eating people without spitting out the bones.” Shui Liuqing felt a surge of relief that she was no longer this woman’s enemy.

The seventh item was a weapon. Neither Fu Yan nor Shui Liuqing were interested, and it sold for five thousand stones. The crowd was still reeling from the ten-thousand-stone bid, so this felt relatively tame.

Then, the eighth item was brought out.

“This is a sword technique scroll,” Old Man Xu announced, pulling back the red silk. “According to our most professional appraisers, it is an Earth-grade Low-tier sword manual!”

The announcement reignited the passion of the crowd instantly.

“What? Earth-grade? Old Man Xu, are you sure?”

“There aren’t more than ten Earth-grade manuals in the entire Northern Region! I don’t believe anyone would actually auction one.”

“Is this a joke? Why would an Earth-grade manual appear at a small auction, and not even as the finale?”

Faced with the skepticism, Old Man Xu gave a helpless laugh. “Please, be calm. Chunlü Pavilion would never stake its reputation on a lie. This is indeed an Earth-grade Low-tier manual. However…”

He paused for effect. “It is a remnant scroll. To be precise, it contains only a single move. And due to its age, about one-third of the content for that single move has been weathered away and lost.”

The crowd deflated like a punctured balloon.

“I knew it. A broken move with a third of the text missing? That’s useless!”

“It’s just a gimmick. Who could possibly learn a move with half the words gone? Who would buy this?”

Old Man Xu continued his pitch, emphasizing that for a genius with high comprehension, anything was possible. “Starting bid: 3,300 low-grade spirit stones. Minimum increment: 300!”

In the booth, Shui Liuqing sighed. “Comprehending a broken manual is nearly impossible unless you’re a monster-level genius. What a waste.”

Fu Yan, however, was staring at the stage with intense interest. She already possessed one remnant sword scroll from Lang Meng. For some reason, she had a hunch that these two fragments belonged to the same set. She had to have it.

But there was the problem of Ye Zhiyan.

“4,500 stones!” a voice called from another booth.

“4,800!” Fu Yan called out, making her first bid of the night.

“5,100!” the other booth countered.

Across the way, Ye Zhiyan was confused. This voice was different from the one that had bid for the body-tempering manual earlier. She realized there must be two people in the room. “Whatever,” she muttered. “Since they’re together, they won’t get a single treasure today!”

“5,500!” Ye Zhiyan shouted.

The crowd perked up. “They’re at it again!”

Fu Yan frowned as the price climbed.

“5,800!”

“6,100!”

“6,500!” Ye Zhiyan called out with full confidence.

The other booth remained calm, matching the bids. Suddenly, Fu Yan realized something. She looked toward the third booth and understood. She took a gamble and shouted in a desperate, “all-in” tone:

“7,000 stones! This is my entire fortune. If anyone goes higher, I give up!”

The room went silent. Then, the voice from the other booth stopped.

Fu Yan’s gamble had paid off. She suspected the other bidder was actually the owner of the scroll (or an accomplice) trying to drive up the price—a tactic she had just used herself. But more importantly, she was gambling that someone would stop Ye Zhiyan from bidding further.

In the Ye family booth, Ye Zhiyan was indeed about to bid again when the door opened and Ye Xuanhe walked in.

“Brother?”

“Enough, Zhiyan,” Ye Xuanhe said sternly. “You already spent ten thousand on a manual. I was the one who put that sword scroll up for auction. I’ve studied it; it’s useless. Let them waste seven thousand stones on it. It’s better for us.”

Ye Zhiyan’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I see! Hahaha, Brother, you’re so smart. Let them spend their last cent on trash!”

Ye Xuanhe then warned her to stop because Shui Liuqing was in that room, and their families had business ties. He didn’t want the relationship soured. Ye Zhiyan agreed, but neither noticed the poisonous, jealous look that Cheng Wanwan cast toward the opposite booth upon hearing that a “potential rival” for Ye Xuanhe might be there.

“7,000 once! 7,000 twice! 7,000 three times! Sold!”

When the scroll was delivered to Fu Yan’s hands, she examined it immediately. Her heart leapt with joy. This fragment and the one she got from Lang Meng were indeed part of the same manual.