The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1091 - 596: The True Master of the Divine Sword

After the auction hammer fell, most people were content and had already left, leaving less than a third of the original spectators behind.

After the climax, there is always a downturn, especially in the seventh floor hall, where guests were in a sleepy state. Suddenly, a sound of something cutting through the air was heard above, followed by something bringing intense heat crashing down!

Everyone suddenly felt like they were in the midst of a volcanic eruption. The cultivators were better off, but the mortals in the hall only had time to glance upwards before the astonishing heat instantly drained the moisture from their bodies, turning them into dry corpses, with expressions of fear still etched on their faces.

Bai Yujing was actually attacked by an external enemy? This was the first thought that crossed most people’s minds, and the cultivators immediately brandished their magic artifacts.

The red light enveloping the falling object soon dissipated, and those with keen eyesight quickly realized that the object was a three-foot longsword.

Someone recognized it at a glance and exclaimed loudly: "The Nanming Lihuo Sword! It’s the Nanming Lihuo Sword!"

The sword measured three feet, emitted intense heat, and radiated red light—such distinctive features wouldn’t belong to anything but the recently auctioned Nanming Lihuo Sword.

The eyes of everyone in the room immediately ignited with interest. Although the rules of the Cultivation World endorse cunning and force, humans love to repeat the saying, "A treasure belongs to the virtuous," and seeing the Divine Sword fly out from box number 732, many wondered whether the buyer lacked the virtue to possess it, causing the sword to forsake them.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword circled above the crowd twice, as if discerning, before plummeting like a meteor!

Suddenly, two women screamed in terror!

Ning Xiaoxian had just jumped from the box to the ground, and in the chaos, identified the two screaming voices—it was Yu Yingnan and Senior Sister Zhen from the Jiuxiao Sect.

Yu Yingnan, with low cultivation, was shielded behind her master during the disorder. However, the Divine Sword struck down exactly at her feet. As they watched the terrifying object fall from the sky, the two young girls were frightened into screaming.

The two protectors instantly moved to block, extending their magic artifacts to deflect the sword. Predictably, with two clangs, their artifacts were immediately cut, and the Divine Sword plunged into the ground with remaining momentum!

It was so sharp that the entire sword entered the ground, leaving only the handguard and hilt exposed.

Yu Yingnan gazed at the longsword, her red lips trembling slightly: "This, this is the Nanming Lihuo Sword!"

Senior Sister Zhen reacted first, grabbing her arm excitedly: "It’s it, the Divine Sword has chosen its master, it’s flown here for you! Master Uncle was indeed correct, you are the fated owner of this Divine Sword!"

Her emotions were stirred, and her voice inevitably grew louder. The cultivators, with excellent hearing, caught every word of their conversation, thinking: "It looks like there’s going to be a second spectacle today." The buyer in box number 732 spent a fortune to purchase the Nanming Lihuo Sword, could they let this legendary "fated owner" take the Divine Sword away? Moreover, in Bai Yujing, the owner, Heavenly Residence, would also allow such a thing?

If outside, numerous people would rush forward upon the sword’s descent. But here, in the mirror’s Small World, anyone attempting to seize the sword and flee would be trapped like fish in a barrel once Heavenly Residence closes the Little Thousand Mirror. Thus, everyone exchanged glances, their minds racing with thoughts, but no action was taken.

In the seventh-floor hall, near a hundred people remained, yet a peculiar silence engulfed the scene. People glanced at the Divine Sword on the ground and the two women claimed to be the Sword’s master, their eyes filled with malice, none willing to be the scapegoat.

Ning Xiaoxian squinted at Yu Yingnan, her thoughts swirling. This young girl wouldn’t be her obstacle, but she felt the presence of unfavorable eyes nearby, as if once she acted, she would fall into someone’s trap.

Turbid waters are easier to fish in, a consensus among the clever. So, the waters quickly turned murky.

The ground beneath everyone’s feet suddenly shook violently. It was a peculiar sensation, akin to an earthquake, yet also as if they stood atop a giant beast awakening from slumber.