Chapter 238: Striving for the Broken Sword Body

The mysterious broken sword had been a great help to Yang Tian ever since he obtained it. Although it could not unleash much of its power, its sharpness was astonishing.

The sharpness of the half-blade was praised even by Yang Xiao, and it was extremely heavy. If its power could be fully unleashed, splitting mountains and breaking cliffs would be effortless.

"It's this... the broken half of the sword body..." Yang Tian examined the remaining half of the sword body in the Ancestral Dragon Ring, and his lips couldn't help trembling. He murmured to himself, realizing it fit perfectly with the sword tip in the old man's hand.

A complete celestial artifact was invaluable. In this age when divine objects were rarely seen, a celestial artifact was the pinnacle of treasures on the continent.

"What's wrong, Xiao Tian?" Seeing Yang Tian's somewhat agitated expression, Yang Ba scratched his head and couldn't help asking. Yang Tian had experienced many life-and-death trials; for him to show such an expression, could there be something strange about the sword body below?

"This is a celestial artifact!" Yang Tian clicked his tongue and said excitedly. Since there were no outsiders here, he had no need to restrain himself.

"I know that? It's a broken celestial artifact, but it's too damaged—not as good as the seal just now. This celestial artifact isn't of much use." Hearing this, Yang Ba rolled his eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"The missing part is with me. If we put them together, it will be a complete celestial artifact!" Yang Tian rubbed his hands, a look of fervor in his eyes, and couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice.

"With you?!" Yang Ba's eyes instantly went wide, his face frozen, a look of shock emerging—a complete celestial artifact!

Just now, a broken celestial artifact had been auctioned for ten thousand high-grade blood stones. A complete celestial artifact—such a price, even a holy land would exhaust its resources to acquire it. The price was incalculable; it was a priceless treasure.

"Are you sure?..." Yang Ba licked his dry lips and said in a trembling voice. Their Yang family didn't even have a single celestial artifact. A complete celestial artifact could serve as the supreme treasure of a major power, deterring any force from attacking lightly.

"Mm, I'm sure." Nodding, Yang Tian suppressed his inner emotions. It was still unclear who would end up with this treasure; it was too early to be happy.

"We must win the auction." Seeing Yang Tian's affirmative expression, Yang Ba clenched his fist and almost growled. The power of a celestial artifact—capable of stirring clouds and rain, moving mountains and seas, and massively boosting combat strength—was terrifying to the extreme.

The half of the pitch-black sword body emitted a cold metallic gleam, but it looked ordinary, only about the size of two palms, exposed to everyone's eyes.

"Uh..." Most of the people rolled their eyes. Although it was called a celestial artifact, it was too damaged, and it wasn't the hilt but just a section of the sword tip—a great pity.

"This is..." Xi Hao's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on the half of the pitch-black sword body on the stage, and his body couldn't help trembling.

"Hehe, although it's a rather badly damaged celestial artifact, who can say that the other parts won't be gathered in the future?" The old man was very calm, his words full of temptation.

Hearing this, the crowd sighed. This old man was talking big without fear of consequences. The Eastern Continent's territory spanned billions of miles; how difficult would it be to find the missing parts?

"This celestial artifact has no reserve price. I believe those present will be interested." Hearing the murmurs below, the old man smiled, quite confident in this item.

Although this item was severely damaged, some high-level refining masters could gain many insights from it, greatly improving their refining skills, and it even contained many ancient imprinted divine patterns.

"I bid five hundred high-grade blood stones."

"I bid six hundred."

As some people unhurriedly called out prices, several artifact refiners made their bids. This artifact was too badly damaged, already unable to exert much of its power, but the price was still not low.

"I only have seven hundred high-grade blood stones in total, far from enough." Scratching his head, Yang Tian's brows furrowed together. The top-grade blood stone he had just taken out had already shocked the world; if he took out another, it would arouse suspicion, and then he would be in danger.

Not to mention him, Qing Yuan, Dan Qu, Xing Hao, and Yun Er were also stirred. They had witnessed with their own eyes Yang Tian's broken artifact, which exactly matched this remaining half of the sword body—it was a complete Heaven-grade artifact!

"You little brat, what's wrong with you?" In a private room on the fourth floor, a middle-aged man looked at Dan Qu's uncomfortable expression, glared at him fiercely, and scolded.

"N... nothing..." Dan Qu quickly waved his hand and grinned.

"Stay put." Glaring at Dan Qu, the middle-aged man snorted coldly, then turned his head and fixed his gaze on the auction hall.

"Hehe..." Shangguan Hao, seeing this, winked at Dan Qu and barely suppressed his laughter.

In the private room, Yang Tian gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat grim. The price had now climbed to one thousand five hundred high-grade blood stones, a huge sum even for major powers.

"Forget it, I absolutely cannot let someone else take this item!" Hearing someone else bid, Yang Tian gritted his teeth and then said calmly, "I bid two thousand high-grade blood stones!"

As this voice rang out, the auction house fell silent. Strange glances swept toward the private room on the third floor; the previous bids had all come from the fourth floor, and this person had added five hundred blood stones at once—a remarkably bold move.

"Is that Brother Yang's voice?" In another private room, Yun Er twirled a strand of hair around her finger and exchanged a glance with Xing Hao, worried that someone else might take it.

A complete Heaven-grade artifact—even one hundred thousand high-grade blood stones wouldn't be enough. Their sect, even exhausting most of its resources, might not be able to secure it. Such a supreme treasure was right before their eyes.

"Young friend, you have quite the boldness. I bid two thousand one hundred." As Yang Tian's voice just faded, an aged voice came from the fourth-floor private room.

"That old codger!" Hearing this, Yang Tian smacked his lips in annoyance. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden shout exploded.

"I bid two thousand five hundred high-grade blood stones! Any higher?"

The sudden voice spread throughout the entire hall. The people beside Qing Yuan cast strange glances at him; two thousand five hundred blood stones was a considerable sum even in the Qingyang Empire.

"That's Qing Yuan." Hearing this voice, Yang Tian's tense body relaxed.

"I bid two thousand six hundred." The aged voice came again, but with less confidence.

"I bid three thousand! Any higher?"

The forceful words were thrown out, and the entire hall fell into dead silence. A damaged Heaven-grade artifact had already exceeded its price.

"Your Highness, we can't bid any more. We need to keep blood stones for the final treasure." The two old men behind him looked uneasy and couldn't help but advise.

"Why are you bidding on that?" Qing Rufeng frowned. This thing was useless to them, and three thousand top-grade blood stones was no small number.

"It's useful, it's useful." Qing Yuan grinned, licking his lips. In his heart, he was roaring: This thing is a Heaven-grade artifact! A complete Heaven-grade artifact! Even the Qingyang Empire possesses only a few Heaven-grade artifacts!