Accidentally invincible!-Chapter 138 - 0: Let’s Give a Round of Applause in Congratulations

Chapter 138: Chapter 0138: Let’s Give a Round of Applause in Congratulations

The surrounding disciples saw Ye Zhen Tian approach, and instinctively cleared a path. They all knew in their hearts that Ye Zhen Tian’s presence here would surely not lead to anything good.

Especially with his face looking so grim.

It’s better not to stand in his way.

"What are you all doing here? Got nothing to do? Get back to cultivating immediately!" Ye Zhen Tian bellowed at the onlooking disciples. He couldn’t vent his anger on Lin Fan, but he had no qualms about unleashing it on these ordinary disciples.

The nearby disciples felt quite indignant upon hearing this. True, Ye Zhen Tian was a True Disciple, but could he stop bullying them? If you’ve got guts, go pick on Brother Lin!

But they dared not say it aloud.

Some of the disciples, cowed by Ye Zhen Tian’s oppressive aura, actually began leaving.

"What are you doing?"

"Ye Zhen Tian, this is Xuanjian Peak. Who gave you permission to throw your weight around here? And even if you want to cause trouble, you can’t treat our junior brothers and sisters with such arrogance. Just because you’re a True Disciple doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. If you keep this up, I’ll definitely bring this matter to the Punishment Hall!" Lin Fan glared sideways, giving Ye Zhen Tian a harsh reprimand.

Then, he turned to address the others.

"Stay right here. There’s no need for anyone to leave. With me here, no one will dare touch you."

The disciples were deeply moved.

Brother Lin truly lived up to his reputation. His words were so assertive, and yet he treated them so kindly. Some even wanted to shout out and ask, "Brother Lin, do you need someone to serve tea and water by your side?"

We’re all willing to serve you.

Ye Zhen Tian was seething, grinding his teeth in fury as he glared at Lin Fan. His fists were tightly clenched, veins bulging. He truly wanted to ask Lin Fan, why do you keep targeting me? Weren’t the issues between us minor disagreements? Was this really necessary?

If he knew Lin Fan’s disdain for him stemmed from Ye Zhen Tian’s brutal humiliation of Lin Fan’s master, he would understand that this grudge was not without good reason.

The other True Disciples watched Ye Zhen Tian closely as if enjoying the spectacle.

Seeing Ye Zhen Tian suffer brought them immense satisfaction.

"We’re all here now; when does the auction begin?" someone asked assertively. Judging by the tone, it was clear this was a wealthy figure with abundant resources, ready to make a splash at the auction.

The other True Disciples were also eager.

Ye Zhen Tian was undeniably lucky, possessing numerous Spiritual Artifacts and even discovering a Spirit Vein rumored to be above Third Grade. Such fortune naturally attracted envy.

Thus, watching Ye Zhen Tian enraged and jumping madly with exasperation gave the others a certain degree of consolation.

"Alright, fellow junior brothers and sisters, the first auction officially begins now. Before we start, I’ll introduce today’s item for auction." Lin Fan placed the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword on the table.

"Take a good look, everyone. This is a Middle Grade Spirit Sword called the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword. Its previous owner was none other than the True Disciple of Zhen Tian Peak from Taiwu Immortal Sect, Ye Zhen Tian."

"So everyone can see that this item is highly valuable—not to be compared with mere lower-grade Spiritual Artifacts."

"We’ll now begin bidding. The highest offer wins."

As soon as he finished speaking.

A small commotion ensued among the crowd, with many casting their gaze towards Ye Zhen Tian, whose face had already turned ashen—like a vast blue-green expanse of grass.

"Ten thousand Spirit Stones," someone immediately bid.

A Middle Grade Spirit Sword, especially one capable of damaging the Divine Soul, was naturally worth a fortune. Ten thousand Spirit Stones was merely the starting price—the final bid would undoubtedly surpass this.

Lin Fan was overjoyed. "Wonderful! This junior sister starts with ten thousand Spirit Stones. Magnificent! Truly magnificent! A heroine among women!"

The young woman being praised smiled brightly and courteously cupped her hands towards the crowd, earning herself a bit of fame.

But her moment in the spotlight was soon overshadowed by the rising bids.

"Twenty thousand."

A man leisurely announced as he bid, and while doing so, shot a glance at Ye Zhen Tian, as if silently mocking him: "See your Spiritual Artifact there? It’s being auctioned off. How do you feel about that?"

Dammit!

Ye Zhen Tian’s veins bulged, his eyes red-rimmed. Humiliation. Profound humiliation.

He couldn’t tolerate others belittling him.

The Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword was his Spiritual Artifact.

After Lin Fan swindled it away from him, he had been planning to retrieve it. But now Lin Fan was blatantly auctioning off his Spirit Sword—something he couldn’t bear.

"Fifty thousand."

An unknown man shouted.

The value of a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact was far higher than this amount.

"Sixty thousand."

"Seventy thousand."

The price skyrocketed.

The disciples watching were stupefied, their jaws hanging open. Seventy thousand Spirit Stones—what an unfathomable sum! Many of them couldn’t even imagine such wealth.

Those able to bid this amount were seasoned adventurers who explored Secret Realms and stumbled upon great opportunities.

It was impossible for a mere sect disciple to have so many Spirit Stones.

The kind of people who could afford to compete for Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts were always those with substantial fortunes and luck.

Lin Fan remained seated, refraining from trying to provoke further competition. The current bidding dynamic was fierce—they would definitely keep raising the price. He simply waited to pocket his Spirit Stones when it was all over.

His mind drifted.

"Doesn’t Ye Zhen Tian want to make an offer?"

In Lin Fan’s view, Ye Zhen Tian’s presence here wasn’t merely to prove something—it was to demonstrate that he, Ye Zhen Tian, would always reclaim what was his.

"One hundred thousand."

Ye Zhen Tian finally couldn’t hold back and joined the bidding. But as he announced his bid, his expression was so twisted with fury it seemed he would devour Lin Fan whole.

"Everyone, the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword is my personal possession. I hope you can show me some respect and refrain from bidding further. I would be most grateful."

He knew many present could rival his financial prowess.

What was most important, though, was that he didn’t want Lin Fan to profit from this.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Zhen Tian Peak really is wealthy—bidding directly at one hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Truly befitting of a True Disciple of Taiwu Immortal Sect with resources far beyond ordinary folks."

"Hmph." Ye Zhen Tian snorted coldly, unwilling to waste words with Lin Fan.

Just then.

A voice that clearly didn’t take Ye Zhen Tian seriously chimed in.

"Ye Zhen Tian, your wealth is your business. But a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact capable of injuring the Divine Soul is worth at least twenty thousand Spirit Stones, not to mention a base price of fifteen thousand Spirit Stones. Your suggestion to stop out of respect essentially treats us as fools."

"Moreover, this is Brother Lin’s first auction—how can it not end grandly?"

"I bid two hundred thousand Spirit Stones."

Gasps erupted!

The disciples on site were stunned.

Two hundred thousand Spirit Stones—what an unimaginable sum! For some, it was a figure they wouldn’t encounter even in their entire lifetime.

"Who is he?" Lin Fan whispered to Nan Gongjin.

Nan Gongjin replied, "Senior Brother, that’s Xu Wushang of True Void Peak, a True Disciple. There’s a rumor he was blessed with an Immortal fate since childhood. His strength is deep, and his financial clout even deeper."

"Oh."

Lin Fan glanced at him briefly—it was indeed impressive. The items that fell into the hands of people like him were terrifying. A veritable "BOSS-level" figure, in a sense.

But Lin Fan wasn’t concerned about who he was.

As long as they kept raising the bid, anything else didn’t matter.

Soon another person chimed in.

"Xu Wushang is right. This Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact capable of damaging the Divine Soul is indeed valued at two hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Now that the price has reached this level, there’s no need for further competition."

"Looks like this Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact belongs to Senior Brother Xu."

Some of the other True Disciples also yearned for this Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact.

But judging by the current situation, even if they tried to bid, they might not succeed.

Xu Wushang had already escalated the price to two hundred thousand Spirit Stones—a figure they could scarcely endure—so they had no choice but to give up.

Now, it was up to Ye Zhen Tian to decide how to respond.

"You..."

Ye Zhen Tian stared at Xu Wushang, entirely blindsided by this interference.

"Is there anyone else who would like to compete for this? This is an exceptional item. Two hundred thousand Spirit Stones is an appropriate price for a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact. Moreover, carrying a weapon once owned by Ye Zhen Tian might even become a talking point—some might mistakenly think you’d snatched it from his hands."

"That would certainly give you quite a reputation."

Lin Fan grinned, intentionally disregarding Ye Zhen Tian’s increasingly unsightly expression.

The disciples around him felt that Brother Lin’s words made sense.

The key problem, though, was they didn’t have the Spirit Stones.

All they could do was watch.

"Two hundred twenty-five thousand."

Ye Zhen Tian’s voice dropped to an ominous tone. He wasn’t bidding for the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword; he was fighting for his pride.

His Spiritual Artifact was his alone.

No one else deserved to touch it.

Xu Wushang remarked, "As expected of Ye Zhen Tian. Discovering a Spirit Vein certainly gives you the financial edge. I concede—I won’t compete further."

The other True Disciples followed suit.

The Spirit Stone bid had already risen to an excessive level.

There was no need.

If the price were within twenty thousand Spirit Stones, they might still consider vying for it, given its merits.

But now.

Two hundred twenty-five thousand Spirit Stones had exceeded the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword’s true value.

Moreover, provoking Ye Zhen Tian wasn’t worth it.

Lin Fan picked up the auction hammer and addressed the crowd, saying, "Two hundred twenty-five thousand—first call! Any higher offers?"

"Two hundred twenty-five thousand—second call!"

This deal was pure profit for him; he didn’t have to spend a thing and had just pocketed two hundred twenty-five thousand Spirit Stones. He couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought.

"Alright, two hundred twenty-five thousand—third call... Sold!"

"Let’s give a round of applause as we congratulate the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword’s return to its rightful owner, our Peak Master Ye!" Lin Fan led the applause, which thundered endlessly through the room.

The disciples generously followed suit, clapping loudly alongside him.

But the sound of the applause felt to Ye Zhen Tian like everyone was mocking him.

He had been extorted by Lin Fan and lost the Golden Radiance Breaking God Sword, only to spend two hundred twenty-five thousand Spirit Stones to buy it back. What was the point of all this?

This Spirit Sword had originally been his, for crying out loud!

Utterly infuriating.

"Peak Master Ye, hand over the Spirit Stones, and the Spirit Sword is yours. Congratulations." Lin Fan added.

Ye Zhen Tian tossed out a bag—it was a Hundred Treasures Pouch filled with Spirit Stones.

Two hundred twenty-five thousand Spirit Stones was an astronomical figure.

A sect disciple received merely ten Spirit Stones per month from the sect.

Just imagine what this amount represented.