Chapter 240: The Dragon-Slaying Sword

“I have some items I’d like to sell. Is that possible?” Seemingly recalling something, Rod hurriedly asked while the man was still there.
“Oh? Does Lord Rod have anything special? Others might not qualify, but you certainly do—being a Purple Star VIP, you enjoy many privileges. If you need to, go to the back area below; I’ll show you there. The auctioneer and appraisers are there too. Adding a few more items to the auction isn’t a problem!” Hearing Rod’s words, a hint of surprise flashed in the man’s eyes, after which he quickly spoke.
Who was Rod? A fearsome villain—what had he done? Could the items he brought be anything less than exceptional? Suddenly, they felt a sense of anticipation, eager to see what this influential figure could produce!
“Wait for me a moment; I’ll go down for a bit!” Rod turned to the people around him and then followed the man to the back area. It was his first time selling something, and he hoped it wouldn’t disappoint him.
Watching Rod leave, the people left behind exchanged puzzled looks, unsure what to do.
After a long wait, the man finally returned with a smile, seemingly having made a good profit. Yet no matter how much they asked, he refused to say more. Left with no choice, they gave up, thinking they’d see him soon enough.
As time passed, the auction hall was filled to capacity—all 3,000 seats were occupied, and the private rooms on the second floor were taken by various factions. The auction was about to begin.
Looking down from above, the hall was crowded and noisy as everyone waited for it to start. A group of people waited with great interest, eager to get started!
“Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle!” Lilith whispered beside him.
That phrase drew everyone’s attention. Following her gaze, they saw members of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle family in a small room across from them.
Seemingly sensing their stares, the people over there also looked their way. Their eyes met in the air, sparking a brief exchange of tension. The eldest priest, the third elder, the young clan leader Ao Ying, and Zi Yang were all there.
Seeing Rod, the people over there clearly were surprised. It was said that after that great battle, Rod fell into a coma and showed no signs of recovery. While everyone was worried, the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle clan and the Nash clan rejoiced, even hoping he would stay in that coma forever and die. Who would have thought they’d see him here today?

For a moment, several people’s expressions turned grim, as if they had eaten rat droppings and felt extremely uncomfortable.
“Hehe, this is going to be fun!” Sognar sneered slightly at that moment and said indifferently.
“And the Nash family too!” Below, the Nash family also occupied a prominent spot. By now, the Nash family had declined, so they couldn’t get one of the limited private rooms upstairs and could only take a seat in the hall. All of this was closely related to Rod.
The auction began as scheduled. With the announcement of the host, the first item up for auction was brought out—a rare weapon.
If Rod had been uninterested in such things before, it was different now. As Xuanyuan was about to take shape, a precious sword was essential; even a knife would do, according to him.
At present, this long sword was completely black, allowing Rod to glimpse the silhouette of a dark dragon. Although the dark dragon had evolved to a crimson state, its black appearance still moved Rod deeply.
It was the ninth-ranked among the Ten Divine Artifacts of Darkness—the Dragon Slaying Sword! Its appearance caused an uproar. A large-scale auction truly was extraordinary, surprising everyone right from the start.
In comparison, the Snow-Treading Sword, which had been fiercely contested at the last auction, seemed rather obscure.
It was evident that many people’s breathing became heavier upon seeing this precious sword.
Rod also secretly set his eyes on this great sword, while those around him, like Lilith, showed no interest at all. Such things were certainly nice, but they didn’t need them, and it wouldn’t be worth spending a lot of money on them.
The starting bid was five million black coins, equivalent to fifty divine-level low-tier magical beast cores—a hefty amount. The atmosphere instantly reached its peak.
With competition from all sides, the price soared to one million in just a short while. At this point, as the price kept rising, many people withdrew from the bidding. Only a few remaining families remained—Zi Yi Lei Ying and the Nash family. Rod wasn’t willing to fall behind.
“Kid, what are you doing? What’s so great about this guy? You’re bidding one million black coins? Can you afford it?” Sognar pulled Rod, asking worriedly. It was more out of concern that his own money would be spent rather than worrying that Rod didn’t have enough money.
“Don’t worry. If they want us to drive up the price even more, that’s even better!” Waving his hand, Rod said with a half-smile.

Watching the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle family glaring fiercely at them, a sense of pleasure welled up in his heart. Now, only three factions remained in the competition: his own, the Purple Wing Thunder Eagles, and a significant family from Water Curtain City. “One million five hundred thousand!” As Rod bid again, there was immediate uproar. Countless eyes turned toward them, eager to see who this bidder was, but unfortunately, they couldn’t see his true face at that moment. “One million eight hundred thousand!” The Purple Wing Thunder Eagles shouted back fiercely. “That damned Rod! I’ll tear him to pieces! I must kill him here this time!” Pride Eagle was growing frantic. He hadn’t been able to get Snow Strider last time—would he lose Dragon Slaying too? He refused to accept it, especially when facing Rod. With red eyes and ignoring everyone’s warnings, he shouted loudly. “One million nine hundred thousand!” Rod bid easily, causing Sognar and the others to flinch. This kid was too ruthless—that was all they could think. He was going all out. If the other side gave up right away, he’d succeed; but if they persisted, it would be disgusting. The competition didn’t slow down but intensified, soaring rapidly to two million nine hundred thousand! With Rod’s high bid, the family from Water Curtain City reluctantly withdrew. Silence fell in the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle’s room, and everyone’s hearts hung in suspense. “He won’t give up, will he?” Aida said anxiously, looking at the opposite side. If they stopped bidding, two million nine hundred thousand would be enough for Rod to live comfortably. “It’s not that easy. Don’t worry—Pride Eagle isn’t an ordinary person!” Smiling slightly, Rod wasn’t concerned. He knew Pride Eagle too well—someone who valued face so much wouldn’t willingly lose to him over and over again. This time, it would be a fight to the death. Seeing Rod’s sinister smile, those around him couldn’t help but feel a chill. Not only here, but also in the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle’s private room, the atmosphere was serious and gloomy. “I’ll bid once more, just once. If he dares to bid three million, I’ll give it to him!” Pride Eagle said loudly to the elders who opposed him, then, ignoring their objections, bid two million nine hundred fifty thousand.

His words caused a huge stir; even the auctioneer on stage couldn’t help but look surprised. Though this Dragon Slaying Sword was indeed a priceless treasure, 2.95 million Black Coins was no small amount. With 295 divine-level magical cores, one could hire a skilled blacksmith to create a sword that was no less magnificent than a dragon-slaying blade.

Hearing the bid, Rod smiled in satisfaction before choosing to remain silent. Seeing such a smile, Sognar’s eyes twitched in disgust. How repulsive—such a person was truly disgusting. He guessed the other party must be utterly disgusted by now. What a terrifying guy! Sognar silently vowed to avoid conflicts with him in the future, knowing he would only suffer the consequences.

2.95 million, once!
Seeing no further bids, the auctioneer began the final bidding process.
2.95 million, twice!
A second bid was called.

The atmosphere in the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagle’s room was extremely solemn. Although they seemed on the verge of victory, Pride Eagle didn’t show the slightest smile, nor did the Third Elder and the others. They could only keep a serious expression. 2.95 million Black Coins—this was no small sum. Even their family couldn’t easily come up with that much money. Was it worth buying just a sword?

It seemed they had no chance left now; they no longer had any competitiveness.
“2.95 million, three times! Congratulations to the guest in Booth 31—the Dragon Slaying Sword is yours!”

The words coming from below only increased their frustration, leaving no trace of joy after winning.

The Source of Darkness was different from ordinary places. Wealth accumulated here very slowly, and everything relied on one’s own efforts. Business? Barter trade didn’t bring much profit. Aside from families with decades of accumulation, any other family would likely struggle to come up with 2.95 million Black Coins at once.

What did 2.95 million represent? It meant the ability to help a family undergo a transformation, showing just how valuable money was in this society. Unlike the inflation-ridden outside world, where gold coins weren’t even considered real money, such a sword couldn’t be obtained without tens of millions of gold coins in the outside world.

After the climax, there was a period of calmer bidding for various items—scrolls, materials, herbs, pills—many of which were valuable. Competition remained fierce, but terrifying prices were no longer seen.

During this time, Rod managed to buy a space scroll at a decent price. It was a valuable item that had saved his life last time, and Rod remembered that well. Naturally, he wouldn’t miss this chance.

Sognar and Lilith seemed uninterested in any of these items; at least for now, aside from that rather decent dragon-slaying sword, nothing else caught their attention. After a rather dull auction phase, another small climax ensued—this was how auctions were structured, with ups and downs to keep everyone’s interest firmly engaged.