Chapter 207: The Treasure Sword Unveiled
The reason Feng City held such absolute dominance over the wastelands was simple—no competition.
They monopolized all trade, and if another city were to rise, everyone could predict what Feng City’s reaction would be.
This was not a risk Yu Luo was willing to take right now.
[When I say ‘insane,’ I mean he simply has no memory—he’s just a little violent and unpredictable. Your mother would know exactly how to handle him. Right now, my system scan confirms he’s been drugged with knockout powder by Feng City’s people. If you buy him, you don’t have to worry about Feng City taking an interest in you. Once I’m fully restored, I can even help fix his inner energy imbalance.]
With the system’s assurance, why should she hesitate?
And besides, she thought—if another city was bound to be discovered eventually, why not seize the opportunity to take in this powerful warrior now?
If he refused to submit, well, at worst, she’d just lose some money—no big deal.
“All right,” Chi Qiu continued, his voice effortlessly carrying across the arena. I’ve already introduced his strengths. You could bring him home as a guard dog or just keep him chained up for amusement.”
“Hahaha! Second-in-Command, you must have a grudge against this man!”
A loud laugh erupted from the crowd.
“But we wouldn’t dare keep such a vicious dog around. What if one day it turns on its master? Not worth the trouble! Still, I have to say, tonight’s auction is really something special. Feng City must be desperate—even auctioning off a mad warrior. Not afraid of a failed sale?”
Chi Qiu’s words had barely settled before the crowd burst into laughter.
Many openly mocked the auction, and Yu Luo completely understood their mindset.
Just like she had thought before, no one wanted to keep an uncontrollable powerhouse—especially one who had lost his mind.
Chi Qiu, however, seemed completely indifferent to the taunts, as if this entire auction was nothing more than an act of humiliation against the man in the cage.
The laughter lasted for a while, but as soon as the warrior in battle garb struck the drum beside the stage, the raucous crowd instantly quieted down.
“Starting bid: 100 taels of gold. Minimum increment: 1 tael!”
Boom!
As soon as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, the crowd erupted in laughter again.
A fully grown man being sold for less than a woman?
Ridiculous!
Feng City was clearly humiliating this once-mighty warrior—and perhaps that was their true intention all along.
100 taels of gold was a fortune for an ordinary person, but in Feng City, where just one night’s lodging could cost 100 taels of gold, this was nothing.
“101 taels!”
After a long silence, someone finally raised a bid card.
And once again—the crowd roared with laughter!
The man who had placed the bid glanced at the stage, grinned, and joined in the laughter.
“What’s so funny?” he smirked. “Second-in-Command said he’s a dog—so I’ll buy myself a dog!”
More laughter erupted.
“110 taels.”
A low, deep voice cut through the noise.
Zhang Hu had spoken.
Yu Luo had handed him her bidding paddle, deciding to avoid drawing attention this time.
But Zhang Hu’s voice was not easily ignored.
His powerful tone carried through the entire hall, instantly silencing the rowdy crowd.
And as expected—everyone turned to stare at them.
Yu Luo sighed internally. Knew that was going to happen.
The sudden shift in mood lasted only a few moments before the laughter resumed.
“Hah! Thought no one wanted him—guess I was wrong!”
“Well, since this gentleman is so interested, I won’t compete. Adding one more tael isn’t worth it.”
The first bidder grinned, turning toward Zhang Hu with mock generosity.
Zhang Hu remained silent, his face completely expressionless.
He didn’t even spare the man a glance.
“110 taels going once!”
“110 taels going twice!”
“110 taels—sold! BOOM!”
The moment Chi Qiu announced the final bid, the war drum was struck again.
The auction was officially closed.
This time, Yu Luo didn’t even get a chance to hand Zhang Hu the money—Feng City’s enforcers had already approached with a tray in hand.
“Ah, an esteemed guest,” the auction assistant smiled warmly, recognizing Yu Luo immediately. “For VIPs, only ninety percent is required.”
Since Yu Luo held a VIP token, she only had to pay 99 taels instead of 110.
Without hesitation, Yu Luo placed a 100-tael gold note on the tray.
“No need for change.”
“Many thanks, esteemed guest.”
With the deal settled, the fourth auction began.
And this time—the crowd’s energy completely shifted.
A mysterious black iron sword was brought to the stage.
The moment the sword was revealed, all eyes locked onto it.
Even those who had been bored earlier suddenly sat upright, their interest fully piqued.
Even Ye Lu, the annoying man beside her, tensed up, his sharp eyes fixed on the weapon.
A faint gleam of excitement flickered in his gaze.
“Oh? Just a sword—why so excited?” Yu Luo smirked, seizing the opportunity to mock him mercilessly.
“Besides, even if it’s a legendary black iron sword that can cut through steel and flesh effortlessly, you’d still need the skills to wield it properly.”
Ye Lu, who had been staring intensely at the blade, suddenly froze mid-breath.
Then, his cold, impassive face cracked into a slow grin.
“Oh? So the little beauty is an expert?” he teased. “Why don’t we test it out after this auction?”
“Call me that again, and I swear I’ll make sure you never leave this place alive.”
Even though Ye Lu had lowered his voice, Yu Luo felt a chill of paranoia creep up her spine.
Maybe taunting him wasn’t the best idea.
Ye Lu, however, seemed completely unfazed.
Instead, his grin widened even more.
“Fine, fine,” he chuckled. “Then let me win this sword first—and afterward, we can continue our chat.”
Yu Luo: …This bastard.
The black iron sword shimmered under the torchlight, its deep, shadowy surface exuding a chilling aura.
At the base of the hilt, a massive yellow gemstone was embedded, surrounded by brilliant multi-colored gems.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the clear, ringing sound resonated through the entire arena—a melody that sent shivers down the spines of all the martial artists present.
Perhaps the only people in the entire hall who remained unaffected were Chi Qiu and—surprisingly—Yu Luo.
