Chapter 600: Nine Heavens Azure Bell King

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Royal-grade weapons each consume immeasurable natural treasures and rare materials. Even all the resources of a major sect would not be enough to forge one; only Sacred Lands, Divine Dynasties, and top-tier great powers can possess them.

Imagine how many people could obtain and wield the weapon cultivated by the peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu throughout his life? Anyone holding such a weapon could sweep aside a group of peers, invincible and unmatched!

The bell, no bigger than a baby's fist, was a vibrant emerald green, so translucent and bright it was clearly a treasure, making one want to hold and admire it.

“The Azure Sky Bell…”

Inside the Nine Li Sky Palace, the old auctioneer had just uttered this name, without even stating the starting price, and the hall erupted.

“It’s actually that legendary King Bell!”

The entire hall buzzed with noise; many people were visibly shaken and began discussing it, with quite a few pushing forward to get a closer look. Just at the mention of "Azure Sky Bell," the auction hall plunged into chaos. Everyone was excited, and many important figures emerged from their private rooms, activating their divine eyes to observe.

The Azure Sky Bell, once renowned throughout the world, was a mysterious and powerful weapon. With a single chime, heaven and earth would fall silent, heroes would perish, and all things would be shattered. Twenty thousand years ago, the Central Plains saw the rise of the Azure Sky King, an invincible monarch much like today's Divine King Jiang Taixu of the Eastern Wasteland. The weapon he refined throughout his life was, as one can imagine, incredibly precious!

Azure Sky (Bi Luo) refers to the first layer of Daoist heavens, where azure mists fill the sky. For someone to dare call themselves King with such a name naturally implies their unparalleled dominance.

The Azure Sky Bell, known as the King Bell, was as famous as the Nine Divine Weapons forged by the Feathered King fifteen thousand years ago, with clear records in many ancient texts of the Central Plains.

“The Azure Sky King and the Feathered King were powerful King-level figures of the Central Plains; the weapons they left behind are rare in the world and possess immeasurable value!”

“This King Bell, the Azure Sky Bell, few can likely afford it. Who knows how many precious materials were consumed in its creation, ultimately being forged from Nine Heavens Azure Sky Divine Jade.”

“Most critically, its power: if held by a Saint Lord-level figure, in an era without ancient Saints or perfect King-level bodies, it could be invincible throughout the land.”

Everyone contemplated this, deeply moved, knowing it would fetch an astronomical price. Unless ancient Divine Dynasties or Sacred Lands intervened, no one could afford it; it was simply too valuable.

“Starting bid: seven hundred thousand jin of pure source!”

As people settled down slightly, the old auctioneer loudly announced the starting price. At his words, there was a brief silence, followed by an uproar.

“How is this possible? Only seven hundred thousand jin of pure source?!”

Almost no one could believe it. This was the legendary Azure Sky Bell, a treasure refined by an invincible king with his life's efforts. How could it be so cheap?

“It must be fake. This can’t be the real Azure Sky Bell!”

“Is this a replica, not the King Bell recorded in ancient texts?”

Many people questioned it, refusing to believe the starting price for a divine bell could be so low, suspecting a trick and that it wasn't a genuine artifact.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down.” In the Nine Li Treasure Pavilion, the old auctioneer gently tapped the bell, and a clear chime resonated, purifying people's souls.

“It is indeed the King Bell, but a stain has appeared…”

The baby's-fist-sized Azure Sky Bell was turned over, revealing a bloodstain on its inner wall, dull and lusterless, like a patch of defilement.

“What happened?”

“Not long ago, someone discovered the remains of the Azure Sky King in a dangerous land, lying within a blood-filled cavern…”

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood. Even ancestral roots can produce dragon marrow, but they can also generate impurity. Even a war treasure, if steeped in it for a long time, would be dissolved. After being immersed for twenty thousand years in a source of polluted earth blood, it was a miracle the Azure Sky Bell hadn't been completely destroyed.

“What a pity, a divine artifact rendered useless like this. Who knew the Azure Sky King's final resting place was a blood cavern?”

“This is truly an incalculable loss; the legendary Azure Sky Bell has been corroded away like this.”

Everyone shook their heads, their enthusiasm instantly dampened.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is no ordinary weapon. It was forged from Nine Heavens Azure Sky Divine Jade, a divine material that can be used to cast Saint-grade weapons, something even ancient Saints sought in vain. If you can find peerless Earth Milk or top-grade Dragon Marrow, the bloodstain can be completely washed away, restoring the Azure Sky Bell. Furthermore, if continuously nourished, it will become impervious to all evils and eternally indestructible.”

Many were moved again, their thoughts becoming active, though quite a few still shook their heads.

“Forget it, the cost is too great. Earth Milk and Dragon Marrow are already priceless, and we'd need the top-grade ones. Who can afford that expense?”

“Eight hundred thousand jin of pure source!”

“Eight hundred and fifty thousand jin of pure source!”

Although many claimed the cost was too high, they still stepped forward to bid, and the bidding was fierce.

“One million two hundred thousand jin of pure source!” Ye Fan spoke up. He felt the Azure Sky Bell was extraordinary and that the stain could be removed. After all, being forged from Nine Heavens Azure Sky Divine Jade, with proper care, it could not only be restored but also continue to grow.

He instantly raised the price by several hundred thousand jin of pure source, causing many to stare and hesitate, unsure whether to continue bidding.

“One million five hundred thousand jin of pure source.” Another voice, calm and composed, spoke up. It was Jin Chixiao of the Golden Race, with the blood of an ancient king flowing through his veins.

“One million five hundred and fifty thousand jin of pure source,” another person called out.

“One million eight hundred thousand jin of pure source,” Ye Fan continued to bid.

“Two million jin of pure source,” Jin Chixiao said, his expression unchanged, as if determined to win.

“Are they crazy? The Azure Sky Bell already has a stain, yet they’re still fighting over it like this? They must be rolling in money!” Everyone was astonished.

One million eight hundred thousand jin of pure source was Ye Fan's bottom line, but seeing Jin Chixiao as his competitor, he felt it necessary to egg him on. He wasn't intentionally trying to trick him, but he knew there would be Dragon Marrow auctioned soon, and he wanted Jin Chixiao to spend more now to avoid competing with him later.

“Two million one hundred thousand jin of pure source,” Ye Fan said, his tone wavering, as if gritting his teeth to call out the price.

“Two million three hundred thousand jin of pure source,” Jin Chixiao responded powerfully, adding two hundred thousand jin of source in one go.

“Two million… four hundred thousand jin of pure source,” Ye Fan seemed even more hesitant, his bid tinged with reluctance.

“Two million six hundred thousand jin of pure source!” Jin Chixiao was very decisive.

“Brother Jin, that’s too much. The Azure Sky Bell has a serious stain; it’s no longer as magnificent as it once was, and its power is less than a tenth of its former glory. One million eight hundred thousand jin of source is the limit.”

Beside him, the man in purple advised, and several other disciples from the Qishi Mansion also thought it wasn’t worth it, urging him to stop.

“I’m determined to have it. Our Golden Race possesses Earth Divine Milk, which can completely wash away the stain and restore this King Bell,” Jin Chixiao secretly transmitted.

“What?” The others were startled and incredibly envious. If it could be restored, any amount of source would be worth it, as it could then regain the splendor of an invincible king.

Ultimately, the people in the hall grew numb. Ye Fan gradually increased his bids, pushing the Azure Sky Bell to the astronomical price of three million jin of source, then stopped, fearing he might scare off his opponent.

“Hmm, no, he’s determined to get it and can still bid,” Ye Fan thought, his heart stirring as he used his Source Heaven Divine Sense to observe and detect the other party's emotional fluctuations.

“Three million one hundred thousand jin of pure source!”

“Three million two hundred thousand jin of pure source!”

Ye Fan, slowly but surely, pushed the price to three million five hundred thousand jin of pure source, then stopped paying attention.

Finally, even Jin Chixiao grew anxious. He didn’t have that much source on him. After communicating with the Nine Li Sky Palace administrator and getting permission to pay later, he pushed the price to three million seven hundred thousand jin of source in one go, becoming the final buyer.

“That bastard!” Jin Chixiao gnashed his teeth; the cost was too high. He stared at Ye Fan’s private room, filled with endless murderous intent, then sneered.

The auction hall was in an uproar; it was truly an insane, astronomical price that felt surreal to everyone.

Afterward, another valuable item was auctioned: a scroll containing part of the Twin Kings' ancient enlightenment notes. Although incomplete, it held immeasurable value.

Ye Fan thought for a moment and participated again, faithfully playing the role of a "stooge" once more. He hesitated with each bid, yet relentlessly pushed the price higher.

“Damn stooge, your acting is terrible!”

“This is outrageous, the price-gouging is too obvious!”

Ultimately, this incomplete enlightenment scroll was also pushed to an astronomical price, incurring widespread anger and resentment.

“Next time, play by yourself!”

“Die, evil stooge!”

Many cursed, seething with rage.

Ye Fan was, of course, doing this on purpose. He intended to play the stooge role to the fullest, making these people understand his function, paving the way for his bid on the Dragon Marrow. True to form, he continued his "bad habit," "stooging" two more treasures, pushing their prices to astronomical heights.

“The final treasure is a bottle of Purple Dragon Marrow, containing twelve drops. The starting price is one million two hundred thousand jin of pure source, but bids must be made with equivalent divine source.”

The hall erupted in another uproar. Finally, the highly anticipated Dragon Marrow was presented. This was a peerless divine substance, capable of extending lifespan and aiding in enlightenment.

Inside a translucent jade bottle, everything was clearly visible: twelve drops of Dragon Marrow, radiating divine brilliance, filling the hall with a purple glow and a captivating fragrance. Each drop was the size of a thumbprint, distinct yet shimmering, crystal clear, with purple mist flickering like purple qi rising in the east. The hall was filled with an ethereal haze, and the aroma permeated directly into people's souls.

Twelve drops, each with a minimum price of one hundred thousand jin of source, an astonishingly high price that made even the wealthiest feel the sting.

“Only twelve drops, and the starting price is one million two hundred thousand jin of source? Why don't they just rob us?!” Many cried out about the expense, and most importantly, the requirement for divine source transactions deterred too many people.

“One million three hundred thousand jin of source,” Ye Fan spoke at that moment, his voice still wavering.

The hall instantly fell silent, followed by a torrent of curses.

“Damn stooge, acting again!”

“That’s despicable. You guys play among yourselves; we’re not bidding anymore!”

“One million three hundred thousand jin of source, first call! One million three hundred thousand jin of pure source, second call…”

“Thud!”

The gavel fell. Everyone was too busy cursing, and with no one else bidding, Ye Fan acquired the Dragon Marrow for one million three hundred thousand jin of source, becoming the successful bidder.

The hall fell silent, then erupted in curses again. People believed he was a stooge who just failed to trick anyone this time.

“You rotten stooges, you're too greedy! If you don't want to auction it, fine, but why act like this?”

Beside them, the manager of the auction house was in tears, speechless and choked up. Just moments ago, he had felt immense "respect" for Ye Fan; now he wanted to swat him dead with a shoe.

Damn it! This was a bottle of Dragon Marrow, something rarely found in the world. It was supposed to be the grand finale, destined to fetch an incredibly high price, but this "stooge" who had seemed quite agreeable earlier, pushed it down to rock bottom.

“Stooge!”

The crowd in the auction hall cursed. The auction house manager was on the verge of tears, wanting to strangle Ye Fan. The original estimate for the final price was at least four million jin of source, because this wasn't low-grade Dragon Marrow; it was invaluable and certainly wouldn't have gone for just over a million jin of source. Amidst the furious curses of many, the auction house manager pounded his chest and stomped his feet, nearly choking with rage.

Only after everyone had dispersed and the hall was empty did Ye Fan pay with divine source in his private room and tuck the bottle of Purple Dragon Marrow into his embrace.

“Pleasure doing business. I’ll be back often to support you in the future.”

“Aren’t you ashamed? That was no ordinary Dragon Marrow, and you got it for just one million three hundred thousand jin of source, practically giving it away!” The auction house manager was exasperated.

“Isn’t that why I said we had a pleasant cooperation? For the previous treasures, I raised them to such high prices for you. You didn’t lose anything, so consider this last item my reward.”

“We are honest with everyone, young and old. We never use stooges; that would ruin our reputation,” the auction house manager indignantly declared.

“It’s just one bottle, not a whole cauldron.”

“Do you know what kind of Dragon Marrow that is? That came from the ancestral root of a Purple Dragon! Do you know how many people died to obtain those twelve drops of divine liquid? It was a perilous, deadly place, guarded by terrifying creatures, and many masters suffered heavy casualties!”

Ye Fan’s heart stirred. He said, “Where was it excavated? Were there ancient creatures guarding it in the underground dragon veins? Perhaps we can cooperate. Tell me more.”

“Talk about what? It’s none of your business. Just leave quickly! I don’t want to see you again!”

“Don’t get angry, old man. It costs nothing to tell me. I have extensive knowledge of geography, and I might be able to offer great help then.”

“Just leave!”

Ultimately, Ye Fan was chased out by a group of old men. Several old auctioneers glared at him, puffing their beards, and declared him their most unwelcome guest.

“Old men, you’ll invite me back someday. In this whole world, only I can help the great power behind you,” Ye Fan insisted.

“Go, go, go! Don’t let us see you again.”

“Princess Yue Ling of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty has gone to invite grand masters. You little swindler, hurry and leave!”

Ye Fan was surprised. Princess Yue Ling of the Nine Li Divine Dynasty was the second most beautiful woman in the Central Plains, renowned throughout the land, and almost every young person knew of her.

“I wonder which grand masters she will invite?” He rubbed his nose; it was the first time he had been so ungracefully thrown out, and he turned to leave.

Soon after, Ye Fan left Xiba City, preparing to find a place for secluded cultivation and to transcend his tribulation.

“Damn Yin-Yang Sect! If you dare appear before me again, I’ll undergo my tribulation in your stronghold and flatten your ancestral graves!”

Ye Fan moved far away from Xiba City, heading towards a mountain range, intending to choose an uninhabited area for his cultivation.

“You’ve finally arrived. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” a nonchalant voice, implying complete control, said.

“Have you brought us our Purple Dragon Marrow?” another person jeered, bursting into laughter.

Around him, seven figures appeared—it was Jin Chixiao and his group, positioning themselves on all sides, surrounding him from a distance.

“I think you’ve come to deliver the Azure Sky Bell to me. I’ve been longing for that King Bell; you’re very generous,” Ye Fan replied.

Jin Chixiao smiled, slowly wagging a finger, and said, “You won’t have any opportunities.”

Silently, an old man appeared in each of the four directions, sealing off the sky and trapping Ye Fan in the center.

“Too bad you only bid on one bottle of Dragon Marrow. If you had won the Twin Kings’ notes as well, that would have been two astounding gifts.”

“One should be content. The Dragon Marrow, auctioned as the grand finale, is a priceless divine item. We should be satisfied.”