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Join the ServerAll thirty bottles of pills were sold. Su Liyue had made a small fortune—nearly 30,000 gold coins in total. Even after deducting the 15% fee, she would still pocket 25,500 gold coins. That was far more than the measly 30 silver coins she and Ye Xingchen had as pocket money combined. With this sum, she could buy some necessary materials, if not high-end equipment—provided, of course, that her parents never discovered the truth.
In the private booth, Father Su and Father Ye finally let out a long breath and picked up their teacups again.
Father Su took a sip of tea and said with relief, “It’s a good thing that mysterious alchemist only put up those two types of pills.”
If there had been more varieties, the two fathers would have been forced to watch helplessly without being able to buy, and they would have been jumping with frustration.
Su Liyue secretly stuck out her tongue upon hearing this.
She was glad she had shown restraint and hadn’t impulsively put the other improved versions up for auction.
Otherwise… just imagining her two fathers flying into a rage made her backside ache in anticipation.
The auction continued. After the pill segment came the materials and herbs. Though the rare ores, metals, and precious herbs were indeed tempting, and Father Ye and Father Su did purchase some needed items, Su Liyue found herself hamstrung by their presence. She couldn’t act in a way that seemed too old for her age; it would raise too many questions.
As the auction progressed, the items grew better and better. The best lots were always saved for the end, building suspense and keeping the audience engaged. If the highlights were shown too early, customers would instinctively expect even better items later, driving down prices and disappointing bidders, who might never return.
Thus, a well-timed climax and finale were crucial for any auction. Of course, none of this would be possible without the host’s silver tongue—those who live by their words truly rake in the cash.
As the auction went on, Su Liyue watched in growing amazement.
One dazzling enchanted item after another appeared on the stage: a Moonlight Robe that could deflect impacts, a storage ring embedded with spatial crystals, and even a mithril staff that greatly enhanced elemental spirits.
‘So what Starlight Magic Academy teaches is just the basics…’ she murmured, her eyes fixed on the seventh-tier forbidden spell scroll being auctioned.
What shocked her even more was the presence of inheritance tomes for various magical professions—from rune forging to potion compounding, from astrology to alchemy—everything was available.
The magical civilization of this world was far more advanced than she had imagined.
Unlike Earth’s technological path, everything here was built on the harmonious coexistence of magic and nature. No factory smoke, no plastic pollution—instead, magic lamps powered by elemental forces, teleportation arrays fueled by natural mana…
‘It’s like the ultimate eco-friendly world…’ Su Liyue marveled.
Just as she was lost in thought, the next lot was brought out. It looked like something a mage would hardly ever use.
Even Li Yunxin and Mu Wanqing, who had been chatting and snacking on fruit while sipping juice, were drawn to this unexpected item.
On the display stand lay a black blade, worn and scarred, far from resembling a new product. Its nicks and chips made it appear anything but sharp.
In an empire of mages, while some might carry swords or daggers for self-defense, magic remained their primary means of attack. If this item had been offered in a Douqi empire like the Xuanhuang Divine Domain, it might have attracted eager buyers. But here, in the Aetherland Empire of Mages, an old, worn blade did little to stir enthusiasm.
Nevertheless, the host’s professional instinct kicked in, and he introduced it with fervor: “Ladies and gentlemen, behold this extraordinary relic! Discovered deep within a mysterious ruin by a team of adventurers, its exact purpose remains unclear, but its historical value alone…”
Scattered laughter rippled through the audience.
The jet-black long blade lay quietly on the stage, its mottled surface faintly etched with strange patterns, yet it emitted not a trace of mana fluctuation.
In the Aetherland Empire, even mages who favored close combat preferred ornate swords studded with magic crystals.
This unadorned black blade might have sparked interest in a Douqi-focused realm like the Xuanhuang Divine Domain, but here…
“Starting bid: just one gold coin!” The host wiped his sweat, clearly lacking confidence.
Yet, as they stared at the old black blade on the stage, the crowd fell silent. Clearly, no one was interested in this seemingly useless weapon. What purpose could a blade serve if it couldn’t even cut, aside from its archaeological novelty—a gamble akin to a lottery?
However, Su Liyue and Li Yunxin were both captivated. They had simultaneously sensed the extraordinary nature of this black blade.
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