Chapter 012: The Silk Garment of Protection—Capable of Withstanding Core Formation Experts!

“This seems to be over ten thousand years old?!”

Her mind raced rapidly. She felt as if she had seen a similar manual somewhere before.

“Bone Strength Technique... That’s it! Isn’t this the Yellow-grade cultivation method that once sold for over a million at auction?!”

Immediately, she pulled up the previous auction footage.

Within moments, she confirmed that the technique shown on screen was indeed the Bone Strength Technique that had been auctioned before.

Moreover, compared to the one auctioned previously, this copy looked much newer!

“This is a real treasure!”

The appraiser’s cheeks flushed with excitement as she quickly pressed the confirmation button.

Their role as appraisers was to authenticate items put up for auction within their city.

Once an item was sold, the appraiser would receive a portion of the commission.

After confirming the location, she swiftly dialed a number.

“Ms. Liang? I am an appraiser from the Great Qin Auction Network. Do you have time to meet now...?”

Only fifteen minutes later, Liang Xin appeared in the reception room of the Great Qin Auction Network.

At that moment, Liang Xin wore a black mask and a cloak that could partially block spiritual perception, concealing herself thoroughly.

Looking around the environment, Liang Xin felt a slight twinge of apprehension.

“Are you Ms. Liang? Please have a seat!”

Upon seeing Liang Xin enter, the appraiser cheerfully invited her to sit.

The appraiser was unsurprised by Liang Xin’s attire; many clients concealed themselves tightly for their safety.

Sitting opposite Liang Xin, the appraiser got straight to the point: “May I take a look at the cultivation manual, please?”

Liang Xin nodded and placed the tightly wrapped Bone Strength Technique on the table before the appraiser.

Donning white gloves, the appraiser carefully examined its exterior and contents, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Dear customer, based on our assessment, your manual is authentic.”

Hearing this affirmation, Liang Xin’s fingers trembled slightly.

Though this was a gift from her father, she still found it hard to believe.

Only now did she truly realize that everything was real.

“May I ask if this is a family heirloom or something found in ancient ruins?” the appraiser inquired, her gaze fixed intently on Liang Xin beneath the golden mask.

In truth, the question was not crucial; she simply sensed this was Liang Xin’s first auction visit. If the manual had been discovered in ruins, the company might send someone to claim a share.

“I...” Liang Xin hesitated, recalling Liang Chuan’s warning on the note. She shook her head solemnly. “I prefer not to disclose that, and I need to auction it as soon as possible.”

The appraiser felt a twinge of disappointment but straightened her posture: “Rest assured, we have an auction this afternoon. I will arrange it right away.”

The Great Qin Auction was held almost daily. Once an item reached a certain value, it could be directly placed in the auction.

There were two formats: online and offline. Only high-value items qualified for offline auctions.

Inside the auction hall.

Liang Xin was assigned a private box.

Clients could join bidding if they found an item interesting, and the spirit stones used for bidding would be deducted directly from the auctioned items.

The box had one-way glass, appearing as a solid black wall from the outside.

Liang Xin sat nervously on the sofa, watching the auction unfolding below.

At that moment, the auctioneer was selling a top-grade Yellow-tier treasure, the Flame Heart Phoenix Tail Hairpin.

“One million!”

“One point two million!”

“One point two five million!”

With a gentle tap of the gavel, the Flame Heart Phoenix Tail Hairpin was sold.

Such a valuable item sold within a short span, leaving a deep impact on Liang Xin.

“Esteemed customers, the next item is a mid-grade Yellow-tier cultivation manual: Bone Strength Technique!

“According to our appraisal, this manual is well-preserved and contains many insights from predecessors!

“The starting price is one million spirit stones, with each bid increasing by no less than fifty thousand spirit stones!”

As the auction began, Liang Xin clenched her fists tightly.

Bidding escalated rapidly; many collectors were interested.

Since it was a profitable item, within minutes, the Bone Strength Technique was sold.

When Liang Xin came back to her senses, she was outside the Great Qin Auction Hall.

In her hand, she tightly gripped a spirit stone bank card.

“One point five million...”

She swallowed hard, staring at the bustling street outside, feeling somewhat unreal.

Inside, people raised their bids as casually as if drinking water, showing little hesitation.

Though she had received the money, the experience still felt a bit surreal.

“Oh, right!”

Liang Xin suddenly remembered her main task: “I need to buy a gun now!”

She was sixteen years old—just old enough to legally purchase firearms.

Meanwhile, within the White Sword Sect.

Liang Chuan stood atop the steps, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the disciples practicing martial exercises below.

Since returning to the sect, he had been nonstop.

First, he cast control poisons on disciples from other sects to ensure their obedience.

He also gathered all disciples for sparring sessions, temporarily boosting combat strength.

“Senior Brother, aren’t we going too far?” Liu Ruyan looked at her Third Senior Brother, feeling a bit estranged.

To prevent defectors from betraying the sect, they had resorted to casting parasitic poisons.

These poisons consumed the host’s body, reducing lifespan by a third once inflicted.

“We must be ruthless. No one knows what’s coming next!” Liang Chuan’s expression was cold and utterly unlike his usual self; there was no room for mercy.

The Blood Moon Sect’s leader and elite disciples remained missing, and no one knew when—or if—they would return.

Better to destroy enemies than let them survive. He could not afford even the slightest risk.

Liu Ruyan parted her crimson lips, wanting to say something but remained silent.

“Once training is complete, no one is allowed to leave the sect without permission!” Liang Chuan issued a strict order.

For now, only through firm control could he ensure obedience.

Night fell.

Within a secluded cave dwelling.

“They’re finally here!”

Liang Chuan, anxiously waiting, held a black wooden box, his voice trembling slightly.

Inside the box lay a smaller container.

[Third-tier Protective Silk Garment!]

He carefully lifted the silk garment, his pupils contracting slightly, yet he was overjoyed.

This was a precious treasure!

Though as thin as cicada wings, it could withstand a full-strength strike from a Golden Core cultivator!!!