Chapter 1970: 814. Heaven-Shaking Bow, Han Muye makes his move
Nearly 100 billion spiritual materials exploded, and all their power was injected into that long saber artifact.
A thousand-foot-long white tiger phantom roared to the heavens within that illusory space.
“White Tiger Battle Spirit!”
“Life of All Living Beings, the peak weapon refinement methods from ancient times.”
Countless exclamations rose, as the appraisal masters on the high platform all stared intently at the white tiger phantom, their faces alight with excitement.
Being able to witness the display of weapon refinement methods from ancient times, even for just a breath, was an opportunity.
Such scenes had appeared in previous treasure unveilings as well.
It’s just that the treasures from ancient times could hardly withstand the erosion of time, and the spiritual power they could manifest lasted no more than ten breaths.
A duration of ten breaths signified an extremely powerful treasure from ancient times.
All the appraisal masters on the platform focused on the white tiger with gleaming eyes, trying to see through to the core of its power.
Their mouths moved in low murmurs, calculating how much longer the white tiger could endure.
With one breath, the white tiger soared and roared.
With two breaths, the white tiger pounced, devouring the power transformed from the surrounding spiritual materials.
With three breaths, the glow on the white tiger’s body exploded once more, as if it was about to collapse.
Ten breaths.
At the tenth breath, the white tiger’s body slowly solidified, not disintegrating but turning into a palm-sized, moon-white, and adorably cuddly little tiger.
“Wuu”
With just a low growl, the little tiger burst through the illusory space and then landed at the feet of Lu Zixu.
In that moment, everyone in the pavilions and on the platform revealed looks of amazement.
“How is it possible…” A few white-bearded elders on the platform whispered in disbelief, “How can an Ancient Ten Thousand Paths Spirit survive the ravages of time?”
“This, this is an Ancient Supreme Treasure Spirit. Its value, its value—” In one of the pavilions, a middle-aged man’s lips quivered.
How could one even measure the worth of such a thing?
Even if one were to trade it for a true Universe-level combat weapon, wouldn’t it be worth it?
The secrets contained within this spirit could be studied by a major power for a hundred thousand years.
Sun Meng, who had previously competed with Lu Zixu and others for the Yutang Golden Marrow, now had a face full of bewilderment.
What was going on?
Lu Dongju looked at Lu Zixu in front of him, opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
Was this true luck, or was it genuine ability?
In the Shangguan Family’s pavilion, everyone was silent.
Some glanced quietly towards Shangguan Yuqin.
In this moment, Shangguan Yuqin’s expression was also complicated.
She felt she could no longer see through Lu Zixu.
Lu Zixu picked up the little tiger and, with a movement, returned to his own pavilion, then presented it to Han Muye.
This little tiger was summoned by a treasure that had cost nearly 80 billion origin coins.
Han Muye reached out and the little tiger landed in his palm.
A faint Flowing Light enveloped the little tiger.
Countless memories flooded into Han Muye’s mind.
It was almost as he had expected.
The supreme weapons of ancient times’ powerhouses could display a strength even greater than ordinary Universe-level ones.
Having been through countless battles and years of blending, it had nurtured this White Tiger Essence.
It was not an artifact spirit, but an essence, equivalent to the existence of divine beasts.
Although it was not a creation of nature, it was nonetheless a pinnacle technique in weapon refinement.
“If it weren’t for the power contained within the Infinite Sky Fire, this White Tiger Essence would have dissipated long ago.”
“The nurturing of spiritual materials worth 80 billion is still somewhat insufficient; to stabilize its power and allow it to grow into such a Heavenly God beast that can sweep through heaven and earth, at least several times more spiritual materials are needed.”
Han Muye handed back the White Tiger Essence and chuckled lightly, “This is a Gold-swallowing Beast.”
Those words made Lu Zixu’s face stiffen.
He had already spent nearly 80 billion, and now he would have to spend several times more spiritual materials to sustain it.
How could he afford it?
Li Changyun, who was nearby, felt both envious and amused.
Envious that Lu Zixu had obtained such a treasure, and amused because this thing, Lu Zixu probably couldn’t afford to keep it.
Holding the little tiger in his hand, Lu Zixu also hesitated.
“Young Master Lu, let’s discuss this—Guo Jintang is willing to buy this White Tiger. What do you think?” From the back of the platform, Guo Jintang’s voice sounded.
Buy.
Master Guo wanted to buy.
Without stating a price, he directly said he wanted to buy, meaning he was willing to pay a price that would satisfy Lu Zixu.
“Young Master Lu, I would like to observe this treasure and invite you to set the price.” Another voice came from a different pavilion.
Suddenly, from various pavilions and the high platform below, spiritual lights flew towards the pavilion.
Lu Zixu’s expression changed, and he turned to look at Han Muye beside him.
Han Muye smiled lightly but remained silent.
Li Changyun slightly frowned and stayed quiet as well.
In that moment, the decision was in Lu Zixu’s hands, testing his approach to matters and his vision.
After a moment of contemplation, Lu Zixu looked at the little tiger in his hand, his face showing a hint of heartache, and finally made up his mind and cleared his throat.
A spiritual light enveloped the little tiger’s body, which then flew out of the pavilion, heading directly to the Shangguan Family’s pavilion.
“Miss Yuqin, for the 30 billion worth of spiritual materials I borrowed, let this little tiger serve as the repayment. I find this little one quite adorable and fitting for you.”
Repayment.
For 30 billion spiritual materials.
Even though Lu Zixu had said before that he would repay double, which would be 60 billion.
The value of this item was worth several times 60 billion.
In many pavilions, mouths hung open in disbelief.
“Does this guy really not know the item’s worth? Master Guo has already said he wants to buy it,” someone said, eyes full of confusion and jealousy.
“100 billion to make a lady smile? Did this guy’s brain get kicked by a mule?” someone muttered mockingly, a sneer on their face, but someone beside him was already shaking their head.
“They are betrothed; that treasure is just meat sticking to their pot.”