The crowd snickered at Ian Song’s retort, secretly growing more curious by the second—just who was brazen enough to sit in the Earth-Nine box and openly call the Sixth Prince Lucas Li an idiot?
In the Earth-One box, the woman known as senior-sister flashed a faint smile at Ian Song’s words. She murmured, “This guy really is something else...”
Inside Earth-Nine, Princess Lily Li glared at Ian Song, disgruntled. Why does he have to butt heads with my Sixth Brother?
Even though he’d just played Lucas Li for a fool, Ian Song couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret—he still hadn’t gotten his hands on that seventh-grade spirit sword. As a sword cultivator, the sharper the blade, the more power he could draw from his Heavenbreaker Sword Canon.
Sure, if he ever mastered the Heavenbreaker Sword Canon, he could probably unleash terrifying power with a random tree branch. But right now, he’d only learned the first four moves—true mastery was still a distant dream, so he had to rely on a good sword.
“Next up, the eighth auction item!” Cheng Bufan’s voice rang out. A stunning attendant walked onstage, carrying a sword case.
Cheng Bufan accepted the sword case with a solemn expression and set it down on the auction platform.
Snap!
He popped open the sword case and carefully lifted out a longsword that looked plain and unremarkable.
There are flying swords and longswords, but honestly, flying swords are just sword-shaped magic tools. Real sword cultivators don’t use flying swords—they wield longswords, never storing them inside their bodies. Instead, they sling them across their backs or cradle them in their arms, living with their sword day and night until their Sword Heart and blade become one.