Holding the Sword to Carry Away Senior Sister (Transmigration) - Chapter 47

Technically speaking, the maximum value for that remnant sword manual was roughly 5,000 low-grade spirit stones. Fu Yan had spent 7,000, which was technically a loss.

However, Fu Yan didn’t care. To her, it was worth it; spirit stones could be earned again, but a missed opportunity might never come back. Furthermore, since she had just scammed Ye Zhiyan out of 10,000 stones, she wasn’t actually losing any net capital.

She looked at the remnant scroll in her hand, confirming her suspicion. She felt a surge of excitement, though she maintained a calm facade. Shui Liuqing, watching from across the booth, saw her glance at the scroll and casually stow it away, leading her to believe that Fu Yan might actually be feeling a bit of buyer’s remorse for spending so much.

As the auction for the Earth-grade remnant concluded, the staff brought out the next item. With more precious treasures appearing, the crowd’s enthusiasm reignited, and the bidding war between Fu Yan and Ye Zhiyan was quickly forgotten.

The subsequent items were indeed high-quality: high-grade spirit swords, complete high-tier Human-grade manuals, and more. People threw money around recklessly to secure their favorites. Since Fu Yan already had her Ling Long broken sword and wasn’t interested in manuals other than sword techniques, she didn’t place any more bids.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over Chaoyang City. After the eleventh item sold for 12,000 stones, Old Man Xu stepped forward for his final address.

“On behalf of Chunlü Pavilion, I thank you all for attending this small auction. We have only one item left—our finale. Before it comes out, I must reiterate that Chunlü Pavilion welcomes all consignments. As long as our appraisal confirms the quality, we can auction it for you. We look forward to achieving a win-win with everyone!”

The crowd didn’t mind the speech; they were too focused on the finale. Typically, the last item of an auction is the highest grade. Even in a small-scale auction, the finale often drew people who ignored everything else.

“Time went by so fast! I haven’t won a single thing yet,” someone lamented.

“I heard the last finale was a low-grade Spirit Tool! All the families went crazy for it.”

“I heard it’s a map this time.”

“A map? You’ve got to be joking. Who uses a map as a finale?”

Under Old Man Xu’s smile, the red silk was pulled back to reveal an ancient sheepskin scroll.

“Indeed,” Old Man Xu explained, ignoring the confused murmurs, “our final treasure tonight is a map. To be precise, it is a Treasure Map.”

“What treasure?” someone shouted.

“According to our top appraisers,” Old Man Xu’s voice carried a sudden weight, “this is a treasure map left behind by a Land Immortal!”

The hall went dead silent, then exploded.

“A Land Immortal?! We haven’t had one in the Northern Region for tens of thousands of years!”

“If there’s really a treasure, why wouldn’t the Pavilion dig it up themselves?”

Old Man Xu waited for the noise to subside. “This map was indeed drawn by a Land Immortal. However, it is one of four pieces. Without the other three, the exact location of the treasure cannot be deduced. But think—even a single artifact or manual from a Land Immortal could make a person soar to the heavens! This map represents one-fourth of that hope.”

“Starting bid: 6,000 low-grade spirit stones. Minimum increment: 500!”

In the booth, Fu Yan’s thoughts drifted. She remembered this from the original novel. The “treasure” was actually the Immortal’s tomb, which would appear at a specific time regardless of the map. However, the map acted as a “key,” granting the holder a greater chance at the inheritance. Having one piece was enough; you didn’t actually need all four.

“8,000 low-grade spirit stones!” Fu Yan called out.

The price climbed rapidly.

“9,000!”

“10,000!”

“12,000!” Fu Yan bid again, knowing this was near her limit.

“13,000!” another booth countered.

“14,000!”

Fu Yan stopped bidding. The price was likely to hit 20,000, and she wasn’t willing to bleed that much for a future opportunity she already had meta-knowledge about. She sipped her tea, waiting for the end. The map eventually sold for 21,000 stones to the booth occupied by Ye Xuanhe.

Staff entered Fu Yan’s booth with the ledger. “Daoist, your consigned Grade 4 body-tempering manual sold for 10,000 stones. Normally, our fee is 30%, which is 3,000 stones. However, since you used a Crystal Card, the fee is halved to 1,500.”

Fu Yan glanced at Shui Liuqing, then back to the staff. “Deduct the 7,000 stones for the remnant sword scroll I purchased from the remaining balance.”

The staff member nodded and handed over 1,500 stones in change. Fu Yan’s net gain for the night was 1,500 stones plus a priceless Earth-grade sword manual fragment. Not bad at all.

Shui Liuqing left briefly to return the Crystal Card to Ye Xuanhe. She met him in the hall, where he was polite but distant. Cheng Wanwan, standing beside him, watched Shui Liuqing with a gaze that flickered with hidden malice—anyone who might be a marriage prospect for the future Ye family head was a target in her eyes.

After regrouping, Fu Yan and Shui Liuqing walked through the midnight streets of Chaoyang City.

Fu Yan was focused on the upcoming months. The Northern Region would soon face a massive upheaval, and the Ancient Battlefield Secret Realm would appear. In the original plot, this was where the protagonist, Fang Yu, and Bai Yueli were forced into an “accidental” intimate encounter after a trap, leading to the protagonist taking her Primordial Yin.

Bai Yueli, Fang Yu… Fu Yan whispered the names.

From the moment she transmigrated, she had never felt a stronger urge to break the plot. Bai Yueli was a brilliant, independent woman; she shouldn’t be reduced to a member of a harem. She belongs to herself, not a stallion protagonist, Fu Yan thought.

To protect her and stand by her side, Fu Yan needed to reach the Late Opening Light stage before the Secret Realm opened.

“Do you know a place in this city where I can get real combat experience? Somewhere dangerous?” Fu Yan asked.

Shui Liuqing thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up with a trace of trepidation. “There is such a place in the northern corner of the city. A massive martial market.”

Following her lead, the two arrived at a venue that was crowded even in the middle of the night. Fu Yan looked up at the sign:

The Martial Arena.