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"Next up for auction is the sword once used by the number one genius of Skywind City, Ling Liyun, the Fengyun Sword! I believe everyone here knows about Ling Liyun, right? Twenty years ago, he left Skywind City and made a name for himself on the continent, only to mysteriously disappear in the end. He is an enigmatic figure, and this sword in my hand is one of the weapons he once wielded! It is classified as Low-Grade Earth Tier. I won't say much more, please place your bids!"
As the auction was nearing its end, most of the items brought by Ling Mo Xie had already been sold. At that moment, the White-Haired Old Man on the Light Screen was introducing a gleaming sword.
The sword measured three feet and seven inches long, its blade shimmering coldly, and it had an overall sky-blue color with some strange lines etched on the blade, giving it an impression of fierce winds.
Originally lost in thought due to the mention of Third Young Master Ling Qilong, Ling Mo Xie immediately opened his eyes and looked at the Light Screen upon hearing the introduction from the White-Haired Old Man. It wasn't because of how good the sword was; rather, it was because this sword had belonged to his missing father!
"It's Uncle Yun's sword! I saw it when I was a child!" Ling Lao Er pointed at the Light Screen and then turned to look at Ling Mo Xie, saying, "I saw in the auction's promotional materials that it was obtained by a lucky person from the ruins of Maple Red City belonging to the Ling Family. There's even a legend that it contains a treasure map left for you by Uncle Yun. Perhaps Uncle Yun has actually come back to see you?"
"Is that so?" Ling Mo Xie gazed at the Longsword on the Light Screen, unsure of what he was thinking, and replied softly. However, he recalled scenes from the Death Soldier Camp. He had learned that his father was originally being trained as the next head of the Ling Family, and that camp was meant to train him as a Death Warrior.
Thinking back to that camp, perhaps his father had indeed been there; it wasn't just a simple disappearance. Had he really come back to see him?
While Ling Mo Xie was talking with Ling Lao Er, people in the Hall had already started bidding fiercely. The price had reached one million Spirit Stones. "Two million!" Ling Mo Xie frowned but still placed his bid. The wish of this body was to reunite with family and live an ordinary life; perhaps he could find clues from this sword.
Since he had taken over someone else's body, he should try to fulfill their wishes!
Upon hearing Ling Mo Xie's bid, Yuwen Qingyu, who had previously argued with him, sneered and said to those around him, "So that means Ling Liyun is actually Ling Mo Xie's father?"
After receiving affirmative responses from others, he laughed arrogantly and said, "Competing for wealth? I've never backed down from anyone in this Skywind City! I will buy this broken sword and humiliate him by soaking it in filth right in front of Ling Mo Xie!"
The Yuwen Family was known for its wealth; their clan leader was a lucky treasure finder. It could be said that even their family’s inherited techniques were bought.
"Five million!" Yuwen Qingyu's lips parted slightly, uttering a figure that sent shivers through the people in the lobby.
"Who is in VIP Room 98? How could they raise the bid by three hundred thousand spirit stones just like that? These are spirit stones, not silver!" A plump man in the hall asked his companion.
"It seems to be... Yuwen Qingyu, who was just kicked out of VIP Room 3 by Ling Mo Xie? Haha! Now we have a good show to watch; it looks like the one who just bid was Ling Mo Xie, right?" An old man with squinty eyes replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Just as everyone was preparing to watch the showdown between Ling Mo Xie and Yuwen Qingyu, a graceful voice came from VIP Room 1: "I bid six hundred thousand!"
"Who is that? I remember VIP Room 1 is usually reserved for royal family members. Even if no royal members are present, it would typically remain empty. Could that woman who just bid actually be from the royal family?" Even those in the VIP rooms on the second floor couldn't help but ask their attendants.
The people in the lobby shook their heads in disappointment. If it were a member of the royal family, Ling Mo Xie and Yuwen Qingyu probably wouldn't dare to compete. Although the Yuwen Family and the Ling Family were among the three big families of Tianfeng City, they were no match for the royal family!
However, Ling Mo Xie remained unfazed and continued speaking into the bidding microphone: "Seven hundred thousand!" Previously, all items sold by Ling Mo Xie had fetched a total of forty-seven million; even after deducting fees, he still had over forty million left. He could afford this amount.
"Haha! Since you youngsters are all competing, why not let it go to an old man like me? It would also earn me a reputation for respecting my elders! I bid seven hundred fifty thousand!" An elderly voice came from VIP Room 2; it was Gao Ciling, the head of the Qi Pavilion branch in Tianfeng City.
"Hmph! Since you're older, you shouldn't compete with us youngsters!" The earlier elegant voice from VIP Room 1 spoke again without hesitation: "I bid eight hundred thousand!"
Yuwen Qingyu stared blankly at this situation; he couldn't afford to offend either the royal family or Qi Pavilion! Then he thought for a moment and coldly remarked, "But while I can't afford to offend you, neither can you afford to offend Ling Mo Xie!"
He crossed his legs and smirked while pinching the arm of a beautiful woman beside him, leaning closer with a grin on his face.
In VIP Room 3, Ling Mo Xie took hold of the bidding microphone again. His stunned Second Brother and others quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Little Seven, one is from the royal family and the other is a powerful figure from Qi Pavilion; we can't afford to offend them!"
Ling Mo Xie turned to look at them and said, "So what? This sword is mine! Besides, people of their status wouldn't resort to harming another's family just because they lost at an auction, would they? That would be a joke for the whole world! People like them care more about their reputation than their lives!"
"They wouldn't dare to act against the Ling Family; at most, they might secretly make things difficult for you. But you are a different story. They could easily hire someone to assassinate you!" Ling Lao Er said, grabbing Ling Mo Xie's arm, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Let go! The clue to finding my father is right in front of me, and I won't let it slip away. Whether he is alive or dead, I must find him!" Ling Mo Xie said firmly.
This was the wish of this body as well as his own. At this moment, his family back on Earth must be worried about him. He could understand the longing for family reunion that this body felt.
"Well..." Ling Lao Er looked at Ling Mo Xie's determined gaze and involuntarily released his grip. He then sighed and muttered to himself, "I hope they don't go too far, because this matter involves you."
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