Invincible Divine Sword - Chapter 210:
Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Storm is Brewing
Yang Xiaotian wasn’t surprised to hear Long Lan say that the Sky-Stepping Sect and the Green Lotus Tavern were both determined to get the Sixfold Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Water.
For a peerless treasure like the Sixfold Heavenly Thunder Water, it was normal for the Sky-Stepping Sect and the Green Lotus Tavern to be resolutely set on acquiring it.
“Uncle Lan, how many top-grade Spirit Stones do you think it will take to win the auction for the Sixfold Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Water?” Yang Xiaotian asked.
Long Lan pondered and said, “The starting bid is ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, but to successfully win it, it will probably take a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones!”
“A hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones!” Luo Qing, Liao Kun, and others shuddered at the number when they heard it.
Xiao Jin raised its paw, carefully counting with its fingers: “Ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, that’s a trillion Gold Coins, a hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, that’s a hundred trillion Gold Coins!”
“A lollipop is one silver coin.”
How many lollipops would that be?
Yang Xiaotian listened to Xiao Jin carefully calculating and was speechless. This little guy, now whenever it came to money, the first thing it thought of was lollipops.
“A hundred thousand top-grade Spirit Stones.” Yang Xiaotian had also estimated before, and the number was about this figure.
The Blood Dragon Spirit Vein he had obtained in the Red Moon Forest before could be cut into more than a million top-grade Spirit Stones, so he wasn’t worried about the issue of money.
Seeing Yang Xiaotian’s silence, Long Lan thought he was short of money and said, “Friend Yang, if you don’t have enough money, our Divine Dragon Empire can lend it to you first.”
Like Shi Yongping, he believed that a hundred years from now, Yang Xiaotian would become the second Medicine God of the Empire.
Now was a good opportunity to court Yang Xiaotian’s favor.
“Thank you, Uncle Lan. If I need it, I will speak to you,” Yang Xiaotian said with a smile.
Long Lan nodded with a smile. He looked at Yang Xiaotian illuminated by the campfire lights and was filled with emotion. A few months ago, in the Red Moon Forest, when he first saw Yang Xiaotian, Yang Xiaotian had not been worthy of his notice.
Who would have thought, a few months later, that their Divine Dragon Empire would even need to win over Yang Xiaotian.
While Yang Xiaotian and the others were roasting meat and drinking, Wang Zhou was sitting in his mansion, drinking sullenly.
Thinking of Yang Xiaotian summoning the Divine Flame during the day, while simultaneously laying out the Medicine Array and refining pills with Gale Torrential Rain, a strong murderous intent appeared in Wang Zhou’s eyes.
“Master.” Seeing Wang Zhou in a bad mood, his disciple Wu You spoke cautiously: “I just got the news. Long Lan has taken His Highness to the Azure Dragon Residence; it looks like the Divine Dragon Empire wants to win over Yang Xiaotian.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhou snorted coldly, “So what if he subdued the Divine Flame? Does he really think Yang Xiaotian will become the Medicine God in the future? What a joke! There may be many who want to win him over, but there are even more now who want him dead!”
Like the Subduing Dragon Sword Sect!
They must kill Yang Xiaotian!
“Whether Yang Xiaotian can even survive this year is still uncertain!” Wang Zhou said with a cold laugh.
“Master, shall we take action?” Wu You asked.
“No need, we just watch and wait,” Wang Zhou said. “I dare say that once Yang Xiaotian leaves the Imperial Capital, he’s a dead man!”
He looked at the peaceful night of the Imperial Capital and muttered, “A storm is coming!”
The night grew deeper.
As it turned late, Long Lan took Qingxuan back to the Imperial Palace.
Initially, Qingxuan wanted to stay at the Azure Dragon Residence, but in the end, Long Lan dragged her back to the Imperial Palace.
The campfire went out.
The crowd dispersed.
When Yang Xiaotian returned to his own courtyard, he didn’t cultivate; instead, he summoned the Azure Thunder Python and inquired about the matter with Fu Xiangming today.
“Old Fu, I know of him,” the Azure Thunder Python said. “Young master, do you know of the Divine Rank?”
“The Divine Rank?” Yang Xiaotian asked, puzzled, shaking his head.
The Azure Thunder Python explained, “In our Divine Dragon Empire, we have the Emperor Rank, Divine Rank.”
“The Emperor Rank consists of a thousand top warriors from the Emperor Realm, while the Saint Rank consists of a hundred elite warriors from the Saint Realm.”
“To be on the Emperor Rank means you are one of the strongest in the Emperor Realm; to be on the Saint Rank, you are among the strongest in the Saint Realm.”
“This Elder Fu used to be one of the top ten warriors on the Saint Rank.”
“To be precise, he was among the top ten of the previous Saint Rank.”
Emperor Rank, Saint Rank?
Yang Xiaotian’s heart stirred, “The top ten from the previous Saint Rank?”
The Azure Thunder Python nodded and said, “Under normal circumstances, the Emperor Rank is renewed every thirty years, and the Saint Rank every hundred years. Both ranks are issued by the Tianchen Pavilion.”
The Tianchen Pavilion, like the Sky-Stepping Sect, the Ancient Divine Palace, and the True Dragon Divine Sect, is one of the ten Supreme Sects of the Divine Dragon Empire.”
“If Fu Xiangming made it into the top ten of the Saint Rank, does that mean his strength is at the peak of the Saint Realm?” Yang Xiaotian asked.
“Yes, more than a hundred years ago, he had already reached the peak of the Saint Realm. However, there are still different levels of strength within the Saint Realm Peak,” said the Azure Thunder Python. “For example, Elder Zhu Jing is one of the strongest at the peak of the Saint Realm.”
“What about the Divine Rank?” asked Yang Xiaotian.
The Azure Thunder Python shook its head, “There are too few in the Divine Spirit Realm; you could count them on one hand, so there is no Divine Rank.”
Yang Xiaotian did not inquire further about the Saint Rank. It was still too far off for him. What he needed to focus on now was to master the Supreme Divine Power and condense the strongest Golden Core.
The next day.
The sun shone brightly.
Knowing that Yang Xiaotian was also going to attend Xueluo Commerce Assembly’s auction event, Qingxuan came to find Yang Xiaotian early.
Long Lan saw that Qingxuan couldn’t wait to stay by Yang Xiaotian’s side and shook her head, realizing that her niece was growing up and wouldn’t stay by her side forever.
However, this niece of his, who had always been reluctant to get close to others since her mother’s incident, was now so clingy to Yang Xiaotian, which surprised Long Lan.
Long Lan, Qingxuan, Yang Xiaotian, and others arrived at Xueluo Commerce Assembly. Wu Qing, the branch president of the Assembly, came out from afar to welcome them. With utmost enthusiasm, he ushered Yang Xiaotian and his group into the Association.
Soon after, Wang Zhou, Long Xingkong, Zhu Xuan, Gu Shaozong, Li Qianqian, and others also arrived.
Wang Zhou, Long Xingkong, and the others did not have a friendly look upon seeing Yang Xiaotian.
Especially Gu Shaozong, whose eyes were as cold as the depths of a winter chasm.
The True Dragon Divine Sect’s Ancestor Liang Yafei also arrived with his disciple Zhu Miaomiao.
Liang Yafei, upon seeing Yang Xiaotian, actively nodded and greeted him with a smile, appearing quite friendly.
In contrast, his disciple Zhu Miaomiao put on a sullen face, as if Yang Xiaotian owed her several billions.
As the various powerhouses arrived, the auction event quickly commenced.
The six-layered Tribulation Thunder Water and the True Dragon Bead were the finale treasures and would be auctioned last. The initial items up for auction were various Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicines, and Supreme Divine Power Secret Tomes.
Spirit Pills, Spiritual Medicines, Supreme Divine Power—Yang Xiaotian had little interest in these three things; he had no shortage of them. He had already practiced over a hundred Supreme Divine Powers, which was plenty.
After all, biting off more than one can chew is not advisable.
After auctioning off more than twenty items, at last, the finale treasure, the True Dragon Bead, began its auction.
Wu Qing personally moderated the auction and presented the True Dragon Bead. The entire auction hall lit up with brightness. The bead, the size of two fists, glimmered brilliantly, filled with surging Dragon Essence, as vast as the sea.
On seeing the True Dragon Bead, many people’s eyes blazed with desire.
“This True Dragon Bead is from a Divine Spirit Realm Golden Dragon from the ancient times,” Wu Qing introduced to the crowd with a smile.
The crowd stirred upon hearing this.
“It’s actually the Dragon Ball of a Divine Spirit Realm Golden Dragon!” Both Wang Zhou and Jiu Wu, hearing the introduction, were greatly moved.
Ordinary Dragon Balls did not interest them, but a Dragon Ball from the Divine Spirit Realm was a different matter altogether, especially one from the king of the Long Clan, the Golden Dragon.
