Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 600 Song Xian's Blade! (Two Chapters Combined)

The portly shopkeeper, facing numerous eager gazes, couldn't help but sweat and felt slightly nervous.

They were afraid that this would cause a riot today, since there were quite a few powerful martial artists present, and there were many innate martial artists everywhere.

If someone harbors malicious intentions and tries to rob him by force, he could very well be implicated and suffer misfortune.

"I'll offer fifty high-grade spirit crystals!"

"Hmph, I'll offer eighty high-grade spirit crystals!"

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High-grade spirit swords, this level of treasure, actually have no pricing standard on the market.

After all, there are very few spiritual artifacts circulating in the market, let alone high-grade spiritual artifacts like these.

The shopkeeper himself estimated that he would be willing to accept more than one hundred high-grade spirit crystals.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bid had already exceeded one hundred high-grade spirit crystals in less than half a minute.

Judging from the current frenzy, the price increase shows no signs of stopping.

"Was this sword truly forged by Song Xian himself?" Suddenly, a voice inquiring came from the crowd.

"I guarantee it with my own hands, it's genuine!" the shopkeeper said confidently.

He didn't say where the knife came from, but he was absolutely certain that it was forged by the legendary Immortal Song himself.

"Alright, I'll offer three hundred high-grade spirit crystals!"

A young master dressed in brocade robes, exuding an air of nobility, whose origins were unknown, began to lavishly spend spirit crystals.

The price of three hundred high-grade spirit crystals is already quite outrageous, as if three billion had been thrown away directly.

"Tsk, there are so many rich people. I don't even have that many spirit crystals to squander." Su Yaoguang looked at the spirit knife and listened to the price, shaking her head repeatedly.

As a martial arts master, she was far superior to that young master in terms of martial arts skills, but in terms of wealth, she, who was cultivating in seclusion at the mountain gate, could never compare to him.

"It is indeed a high-grade spirit sword, but whether it was made by Changming is still hard to say," Nan Wuji said, shaking his head.

"If it's true, do you perhaps intend to take this spirit sword and return it to Changming?" Su Yaoguang turned her head and asked with a faint smile.

"I do have that idea," Nan Wuji said, nodding frankly.

"Forget it, maybe the knife was accidentally leaked, but that's just a possibility, and Changming might not even care," Su Yaoguang said, shaking her head.

"Let us not forget why we have come here."

"Hmm," Nan Wuji didn't insist too much and quickly gave up the idea of ​​interfering.

"you're right."

Although a high-grade spirit sword is precious, it is insignificant compared to the opportunity they are going to seize on this trip.

Once the price of three hundred high-grade spirit crystals was announced, the original bidders fell silent. Even if they were unwilling, they found it difficult to raise the price.

This price is beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy and powerful people.

The auction house manager was satisfied. Just as he was happily making his decision and announcing the ownership of the spirit sword, a deep, old voice rang out in the private room on the second floor of the auction house, which everyone could hear clearly.

"Five hundred high-grade spiritual crystals!"

Such an astonishing amount of high-grade spirit crystals drew everyone's attention to the private room on the second floor.

The private rooms at Tianxiaxing are basically reserved for people of extremely high status.

Previously, there had been many bids from guests in the private rooms, but now, without exception, all of them were overtaken by the price of five hundred high-grade spirit crystals.

On the street, the young nobleman, who was being fawned over by everyone, was about to bid when he heard the price. However, he was stopped by an old servant beside him. After the servant whispered a few words to him, the young nobleman snorted and reluctantly gave up in silence.

"Five hundred high-grade spirit crystals, sold!" After waiting a moment and confirming that no one would offer a higher price, the shopkeeper didn't hesitate and offend anyone, and directly finalized the deal.

Without a doubt, this is the highest price achieved by the auction house this year.

He was overjoyed to have achieved such a price, feeling that all his previous efforts in spreading the news had been worthwhile.

It must be said that Song Xian's name is indeed prestigious, and in his eyes it even represents endless wealth!
"If only I could get some more of the things that Song Xian handled," the shopkeeper thought to himself, still feeling unsatisfied.

In his view, anything that has even the slightest connection to Song Xian, no matter how insignificant, will be bought by people who see it as a rare commodity.

Unfortunately, such things are rare.

"Your Excellency is very generous. I am Zhan Xinshou, a member of the Zhan family of Leizhou. I wonder if I may pay you an audience?" The young nobleman saw that the windows of the private room were tightly closed and he could not see the person inside, so he was eager to pay his respects.

If he could, he would like to play with that spirit blade for a while.

The name of the Zhan family of Leizhou also attracted the attention of many people present.

With the recapture of Leizhou, many former Leizhou natives chose to return to their ancestral homeland.

This includes the Zhan family, which is considered a top-tier prominent family in present-day Leizhou.

Most people, upon hearing the name of Mr. Zhan, would give him face and would not want to easily antagonize him.

However, the deep, aged voice from the private room came out again, this time directly refusing.

"I'm busy today."

Seeing the other party's coldness, the young nobleman's face, which looked as if it had been powdered, also turned cold, and he was furious.

"Young master, before we left, the master repeatedly told us not to cause any trouble."

The old servant, who knew his young master's temperament, quickly reminded him again, only to be met with a glare from his young master.

"Hmph, let's go. I want to see who is so cold and hard in Leizhou that they don't even put the Zhan family in their eyes."

At the young master's command, his attendants pushed through the crowd, allowing him to stride into the auction house.

"Hey, Young Master Zhan," the shopkeeper seemed to have thought of something and wanted to call out to the young master of the Zhan family.

Unfortunately, Zhan Xinshou didn't turn his head or even glance at the shopkeeper.

He was in a bad mood because he failed to obtain the spirit sword, and he found fault with everyone.

In the private room.

Song Ping'an frowned as he examined the high-grade spirit sword that had been brought in by the auction house.

The longsword exudes an extremely profound aura of sword intent. Whether it is the unique craftsmanship of the blade or the ancient character "Ming" carved at the end of the hilt, it all proves that this sword was indeed made by our young master.

“There’s no mistake, this sword is indeed the Tiger-Bearing Sword that the young master bestowed upon General Li back then, and it was also the first superior-grade spirit sword that the young master forged.” Song Ping’an quickly recognized the origin of this extraordinary spirit sword.

His eyes shone brightly, showing no signs of cloudiness or weariness despite being nearly two hundred years old.

At least, he looked to be in pretty good spirits.

Of course, apart from Song Changming, no one can completely resist the erosion of time, and this old steward who always accompanied Song Changming was no exception.

In terms of appearance, Song Ping'an now has a full head of white hair and an aged face, resembling a dignified elder.

There were a few other people in the private room besides him.

One is Su Qingqing, and the other is Xiao Huang.

Sixty years have passed, and Song Ping'an is now very old, while the two women have not changed much. The young woman, Huang, needs no introduction; as a demon, she naturally possesses a long lifespan.

Not to mention that she has awakened the Heavenly Phoenix bloodline, which means her lifespan is destined to be much longer than that of ordinary demons.

Su Qingqing also possesses half of the demon bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Divine Fox, which is enough to grant her longevity.

Moreover, even the other half of the human bloodline also flows with precious longevity blood.

This means that seeing her grow old will not be so easy either.

Besides the two women traveling with him, there was another woman following Song Ping'an.

It was his wife of many years, Lan Jin.

The woman also had white hair, but her face looked well-maintained, with no wrinkles except for some at the corners of her eyes.

The two were both over 100 years old when they met, and after getting married, they stayed together for 60 years. They lived a peaceful life and slowly grew old together, and could be considered a loving and harmonious old couple.

"General Li?" The young girl, Huang, tapped her smooth chin with her finger, seemingly unable to recall who he was.

Su Qingqing, who was standing to the side, seemed to remember him and asked, "Is it the deceased Li Sanhu, General Li?"

"Hmm." Song Ping'an nodded, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"General Li Sanhu was recruited at the same time as Xiao Peibai and Marshal Xiao. He was also one of the first batch of soldiers in the 19th Army that the young master rebuilt. He can be considered a veteran and has made great achievements in the army."

Therefore, when General Li retired from the army, the young master handed him this battle sword that he had forged himself to commemorate his outstanding achievements and named the sword Tiger Bearer Sword.

After General Li passed away, this knife became a family heirloom, passed down through generations. If I remember correctly, it should have been given to his eldest son. How did it end up here?

Song Ping'an said, still somewhat confused.

Back then, Li Sanhu cherished this knife as if it were his life, a symbol of bringing glory to his family. No matter what his descendants do, they should not let this knife be lost.

"The problem lies with the descendants of the Li family, perhaps..." Lan Jin spoke up from the side, her voice still brisk, but she stopped halfway through her sentence.

The people in the private room understood what she meant.

After thinking for a moment, Song Ping'an took out a communication jade slip and decided to inform his young master about the matter.

Although the knife was obtained, there was no news of the Li family descendants.

The worst possibility is indeed as my wife said: the descendants of the Li family may have already perished, to the point that even the family's most important knife could not be protected.

He wanted to ask his young master whether the matter should be further investigated.

Just as he was sending the message, Su Qingqing, the young girl Huang, and the old lady Lan Jin all looked towards the door.

Soon, a knock came at the door.

"Zhan Xinshou, from the Zhan family, has come to pay a visit." The noble young man's voice came from outside the door.

"I won't see you. Please leave."

However, no sooner had Song Ping'an finished speaking than the door to the private room was pushed open.

Zhan Xinshou strode in with several servants and guards. His gaze swept over Song Ping'an and Lan Jin, but lingered on Su Qingqing and the young girl Huang for a long time. His expression was slightly dazed, and his eyes were filled with amazement.

Perhaps he never expected that there would be two such stunningly beautiful women sitting in this private room.

The unpleasant feeling I had before vanished instantly.

With a smile on his face, he was oblivious to the sudden paleness of the old servant accompanying him.

"The two young ladies are truly as beautiful as celestial beings. May I ask your names?" Zhan Xinshou's tone unconsciously carried a hint of frivolity.

Upon hearing this, the old servant standing nearby nearly collapsed in his knees and rushed forward to stop his young master, but it was too late.

"Speaking without restraint, truly insolent." Song Ping'an snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Jin struck first, delivering a slap from a distance.

"Perfected innate state?! Young master, be careful!" The guards around Zhan Xinshou were also shocked.

However, they didn't have time to stop him before Zhan Xinshou was sent flying into the air by the slap from a distance.

Just as the guards were about to make a move, Su Qingqing simply turned her head and glanced at the group of people, who then froze in place, including Zhan Xinshou, who had fallen to the ground.

"Let's go, let's leave this place." Song Ping'an didn't even look at the group of people at the door who looked like statues, and took the lead and walked out.

As for whether he would offend the so-called Zhan family today, he didn't care.

Not long after Song Ping'an and his companions calmly left, those who had been frozen in place finally recovered.

"Bastards, you bastards, I'm going to kill them!" Zhan Xinshou covered his swollen face, spitting out blood as he mumbled incoherently.

There were still many of his fallen teeth mixed with blood on the ground, showing that Lan Jin's slap was quite forceful and extremely humiliating.

"Young master! Stop talking!" the old servant cried out in a panic.

This was a rare instance of him losing his composure, especially in front of his young master.

But he was truly terrified!

"What did you say!" Zhan Xinshou glared angrily at the insolent old servant beside him.

"Young master, he, he is Song Ping'an!" The old servant was sweating profusely, glancing outside as he spoke, afraid that the group might return.

"I don't care who he is! If he dares to hit me in Leizhou, I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him!" Zhan Xinshou was so hot-blooded that he wouldn't listen to anyone.

But the older guards around him were all startled.

The name seemed somewhat familiar, especially the surname 'Song,' which inevitably made people wonder.
People with the surname Song are actually quite rare in the entire land of the Four Continents.

There is not a single prominent family with the surname Song.

When discussing the Song family, there is one person who is absolutely indispensable.

Song Xian!

Combined with the impressive methods employed by this group, it's hard not to draw parallels.

Adding to that the superior-grade spirit sword from earlier, it's quite a coincidence.

One of the older guards hesitated for a moment before stepping forward.

"Could it be someone sent by Song Xian?"

Upon hearing this, even the ferocious-looking Zhan Xinshou suddenly fell silent.

"Song Xian's people?" He suddenly stared at his old servant again.

The old servant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said truthfully, "Many people know that Song Xian has a steward who has managed Song Xian's family business for over a hundred years."

This man is named Song Ping'an. Ten years ago, this old servant accompanied my master and saw him once in the imperial city of Yunzhou. There should be no mistake.”

After the old servant finished speaking, everyone fell silent, leaving only the young nobleman's rapid breathing and the blood still dripping from his mouth.

The young nobleman's expression shifted between light and dark, and his mind seemed somewhat dazed.

He never imagined that the person he had offended was Song Xian!
(End of this chapter)