My Ares Son-in-Law

On the central high platform of that magnificent and exquisitely decorated auction hall, a precious sword exuding an aura of antiquity was quietly displayed.

This sword, as if traversing the long years, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of history, quietly descended upon this place.

Its form is simple and solemn, with a long and straight blade, like a sleeping dragon, containing endless power; the hilt is carved with exquisite patterns, each line is smooth and natural, as if it is a painting carefully drawn by time, telling an ancient story.

The faint spiritual essence contained within, though difficult to describe precisely in words, was like a faint star twinkling in the night sky, radiating a mysterious and captivating light.

All of this perfectly matched the ancient sword recorded in the inherited memories in Xiao Chen's mind, without the slightest deviation!

This sword was the very same ancient artifact imbued with spiritual energy that he had been searching for for years, a treasure he had longed for but had never found!
After countless days and nights of anticipation, countless searches in ancient books, and countless dreams, it is now truly presented before my eyes, as if it were a generous gift from fate for his long-term perseverance.

What shocked Xiao Chen even more was that the concentration of spiritual energy contained in this sword seemed to be far higher than he had expected!

That rich spiritual energy, like a babbling brook or rising mist, though formless and intangible, allows one to truly feel its presence, as if a gentle touch would allow one to merge with that ancient and mysterious spiritual energy.

At this moment, the sounds of bidding echoed in Xiao Chen's ears.

The bids, like surging waves, relentlessly crashed against every corner of the auction hall.

A tense atmosphere, almost stagnant, filled the air, as if time itself had frozen. Everyone's heartbeat was clearly audible, and every breath was taken with utmost care.

The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling and brilliant light, like strands of golden silk, gently illuminating the faces of the attendees, some flushed with excitement, others with furrowed brows in deep thought.

In just seven minutes, the price skyrocketed like a runaway horse, soaring to 530 million.

On the huge electronic screen, the numbers jumped wildly, each change like a heavy hammer, deeply affecting everyone's nerves and causing their emotions to fluctuate.

Clearly, the vast majority of people present were there for this treasure known as the "Dragon Pattern Ancient Sword".

It was an ancient bronze sword, about three feet long, quietly housed inside a bulletproof glass case, like a sleeping king, exuding a tranquil and majestic aura.

The sword is engraved with intricate dragon patterns, each dragon so lifelike that it seems ready to leap from the sword and soar into the heavens.

The dragon scales even shimmered with a faint spiritual light, like fireflies twinkling in the night sky. Though faint, the light was full of vitality, as if life flowed within them, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

If it weren't for the fact that there was another, more important and mysterious item hidden at the end, which kept some truly powerful families from joining the fierce bidding war, the frenzy at the scene would probably have been far greater than this.

The price might have already skyrocketed by now, and the auction hall would be in an even more chaotic and frenzied state.

Xiao Chen sat quietly in the dimly lit shadows at the back of the auction hall, seemingly blending into his surroundings so well that he was hard to spot without careful observation.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the ancient sword on the auction stage, which exuded a mysterious aura. His focused expression made it seem as if the entire world consisted of only this sword.

His fingers moved quickly and skillfully across the phone screen, like a master musician dancing on the strings.

He quickly conceived the message in his mind, then tapped his finger to compose a short but firm message, which he sent to Qin Lingling, who was also in the auction hall nearby. The message was extremely concise, containing only three words: Take it.

These three words, like a general's charge on the battlefield, carry an unquestionable determination and domineering spirit.

At this moment, on the auction stage, the graceful Qin Lingling was slightly bowing her head, intently checking the messages on her phone.

When she saw the three words Xiao Chen sent, the corners of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. Her originally calm face unconsciously lifted her red lips, revealing a complex expression of surprise and confusion.

She simply couldn't understand why Xiao Chen had first spent an astonishingly high price to acquire the Vow Bracelet, which held special significance, and now he was willing to pay any price to obtain this ancient sword.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself: Does Xiao Chen really have that much wealth?
What exactly is his purpose in doing this?
This series of questions tangled in her mind like a jumbled mess.

"Five hundred and fifty million!"

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses raised his bidding paddle again. His voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he had expended a lot of energy in the previous bidding.

His hoarse voice carried a resolute determination, as if this offer was the limit he could bear.

"Five hundred and eighty million!"

Not far away, an elderly man with gray hair calmly followed up with a quote.

His fingers gripped the license plate tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, revealing his inner tension and determination.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze revealing a strong desire to possess the ancient sword.

The bidding continued intensely, but fewer and fewer people were raising their paddles.

After each bid was raised, the auction hall would fall into a suffocating silence, a silence that seemed to last forever, as if time itself had frozen in the stillness.

Those who can offer this price are all shrewd, experienced, and extremely calculating individuals. Each of them has a precise scale in their heart to measure value, constantly calculating the gains and losses, and weighing whether this ancient sword is worth investing more money in.

Every move made is the result of careful consideration; every silence is a wait for the opponent to reveal a weakness, or for the player to reassess their bottom line.

Qin Lingling's gaze was like a sharp blade tempered with cold light, carrying an all-seeing sharpness, quickly sweeping over the last few buyers who were still stubbornly bidding.

When her gaze fell on one of them, her delicate eyebrows instantly turned serious, and her originally calm expression changed slightly.

The man turned out to be Lu Haoxuan, the second young master of the Lu family in the ancient city.

The ancient city was a land shrouded in mystery and legend, home to three great ancient martial arts families, each possessing profound heritage and formidable strength. (End of Chapter)