My Ares Son-in-Law

Countless ancient martial arts practitioners spared no expense, and even risked their lives, to obtain this sword manual.

Now, Murong Wan suddenly announced a change in the final item, how could this not shock them?

Their auras fluctuated momentarily, and their previously steady breathing became rapid.

They immediately realized that the item that could prompt the Murong family to temporarily change their final piece and call it a "world-shaking treasure" must be far more valuable than that precious sword manual!

This extraordinary object might be a more profound martial arts manual, a divine weapon of unparalleled power, or a spiritual treasure that can enhance one's cultivation.

Whatever it is, it's enough to drive them crazy.

Everyone involuntarily sat up straight, their eyes burning with anticipation, like a pack of hungry beasts spotting delicious prey, eager to immediately seize that amazing treasure.

"Next, we will move on to the second phase of this auction."

"Now, let's present the first item for auction—a protective armor called the 'Heavenly Silkworm Armor'!"

The auctioneer's voice was loud and passionate, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

A staff member carefully carried an exquisite tray onto the stage, on which rested a piece of armor that emitted a faint luster.

The armor had smooth lines and a light texture, yet it gave people a feeling of unparalleled toughness, as if it were woven from the most magical silk threads in the world.

"This 'Heavenly Silkworm Armor' is made from silk spun by an extremely rare thousand-year-old heavenly silkworm, and then refined using a special secret method."

"Wearing it, you will be impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. Even when facing powerful attacks, it can provide the wearer with solid protection."

"The starting price is 100 million!"

As the auctioneer's voice faded, a gasp and murmurs erupted from the audience.

……

As each item was displayed, the atmosphere at the auction grew increasingly lively.

Finally, it was time for the seventh item.

"The following item is a fragment of the martial arts manual 'Flowing Cloud Palm'!"

The auctioneer's voice rang out again, and the entire hall fell silent instantly, with everyone's eyes fixed on the stage.

The staff slowly lifted the red cloth covering the auction item, revealing a tattered scroll exuding an ancient charm.

The pages of the tattered scroll were yellowed and the writing on them was slightly blurred, but one could still feel the powerful force contained within them.

"The Flowing Cloud Palm is an extremely profound palm technique. Although it is an incomplete scroll, if one can decipher its mysteries, one's strength will be greatly enhanced."

"Starting bid: 180 million!"

"One hundred and ninety million!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, someone in the audience eagerly shouted out a price.

"Twenty million!"

Immediately afterward, another voice rang out, filled with an unwavering determination. Instantly, bidding erupted from the audience, and the price steadily climbed.

Everyone exerted all their efforts for this incomplete martial arts manual, as if it were not just a manual, but a key to the pinnacle of martial arts.

However, in this bustling and noisy auction, Xiao Chen sat quietly in a corner, like an outsider.

He didn't pay the slightest attention to these so-called treasures from beginning to end.

His eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see something deeper than the bustling scene.

To him, the armor and techniques that the crowd below was chasing after were utterly crude and unbearable.

The so-called "Heavenly Silkworm Armor," though claimed to be impervious to swords and spears and immune to water and fire, was worlds apart from the magical armor he had inherited in his mind.

The energy contained in that fragment of the "Flowing Cloud Palm" was pitifully weak, utterly insignificant compared to the profound and unfathomable techniques in his mind, much like the difference between scrap metal and a rare treasure.

Watching these ancient martial arts practitioners argue heatedly over an incomplete manual, almost to the point of drawing their swords, Xiao Chen felt only indifference.

He seemed to see the insignificance and ignorance of these people. They were like frogs in a well, thinking they had power and were above ordinary people, but they did not know how vast and boundless the world was.

Above the true clouds, in that unknown and mysterious realm, lie countless powerful beings and precious treasures that they dare not even imagine.

What they treasure so dearly might not even be considered dust in the eyes of true powerhouses.

After a fierce battle, the coveted fragment of the "Flowing Cloud Palm" manual was finally acquired by a mysterious woman shrouded in shadow for a staggering 280 million.

The woman wore a black veil, obscuring her face and revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmered with a mysterious light.

She slightly raised her chin, her eyes revealing a hint of pride and satisfaction, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

As Murong Wan stood on the auction stage, her gaze would inevitably drift to the ever-calm figure below—Xiao Chen.

She was elegant and had an outstanding temperament, like a noble princess, controlling the rhythm of the entire auction.

She noticed that since the start of the second phase, countless cultivation techniques, divine weapons, and precious armors had sparked a frenzy of bidding, with people fighting tooth and nail for these treasures, while Xiao Chen had not raised his paddle even once.

He sat there quietly, as if he were just an detached spectator, indifferent to everything around him.

A sense of doubt welled up in Murong Wan's heart. Could it be that he was only interested in the "Oath Bracelet" from before?

Why would a martial arts practitioner be so obsessed with a mundane piece of jewelry that has no spiritual energy?

What kind of secret is hidden behind this?
A hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes, and she decided that she must find an opportunity to find out about this after the auction.

She suppressed her doubts and gently clapped her hands. The next moment, three composed martial artists together carried a huge, ancient, heavy sandalwood box onto the auction stage. The instant the box was opened, a simple, heavy bronze sword, covered in mysterious patterns and bearing the marks of time, appeared before everyone's eyes!

"This item was originally intended to be the grand finale of this auction, but it is now listed as the second to last item." Zhou Keying's clear, cool voice resonated throughout the hall, carrying a hint of solemnity. "It was acquired by chance by a disciple of my Murong family in a remote ancient site deep within Shennongjia. This sword is named 'Nameless'! Starting price: 400 million! Each bid must be at least 10 million!"

"boom!"

The moment the ancient sword was fully revealed before his eyes, Xiao Chen, who had been resting with his eyes closed and indifferent to everything around him, suddenly opened his eyes!
His once calm and still eyes suddenly blazed with an intensely burning light, like a sleeping dragon abruptly awakening! His breathing, too, became slightly rapid in that instant! (End of Chapter)