Chapter 817 - 815: Obtaining the Scroll, The Silver Tower Struggle

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"A mechanical beast scroll comparable to a Greater Earthly Supreme?"

The moment these words fell, the entire venue erupted in shock. Even those who weren’t artificers were stunned beyond belief. A mechanical beast at the Greater Earthly Supreme level—didn’t that mean it was on par with a Greater Earthly Supreme expert?

Everyone knew that a mechanical beast of such a level was equivalent to an actual Greater Earthly Supreme in combat. Even some of the top forces in Heavenly Thunder Continent didn’t possess such a treasure, yet now it was appearing here?

Up in the pavilion, Mo Yu was equally taken aback. He frowned slightly. Though the bronze scroll indeed emitted special fluctuations, from his discerning eyes, it didn’t seem to have truly reached the level of a Greater Earthly Supreme.

"You’re saying this scroll belongs to a Greater Earthly Supreme-level mechanical beast?" Some sharp-eyed individuals in the crowd voiced their doubts after closely observing the scroll.

Hearing this, Wang Yan coughed awkwardly and said, "Indeed, if it were the complete version of the Storm Thunder Tiger Beast, it would absolutely be a Greater Earthly Supreme-level scroll."

"So you mean the current Storm Thunder Tiger Beast isn’t complete?" The crowd wasn’t foolish; they immediately grasped the meaning behind his words.

Wang Yan chuckled dryly. "This scroll is indeed incomplete. However, even so, if successfully forged, the resulting mechanical beast would still be enough to give even a Lesser Earthly Supreme a massive headache."

Hiss—

A wave of murmurs and skepticism spread through the audience. Most people shook their heads, clearly uninterested in spending a fortune on an incomplete scroll, especially those who weren’t artificers.

Seeing this reaction, Wang Yan sighed helplessly and promptly announced, "Then, let’s move on to the second auction item—the Storm Mechanical Beast Scroll. Starting price: fifty million Supreme Spirit Liquid."

Fifty million was noticeably cheaper than the previous item, the Thunderbolt Pearl. Yet, to everyone’s surprise, no one immediately placed a bid. Even the few artificers present seemed to be hesitating.

After all, an incomplete scroll meant uncertainty. If it failed during forging, it would be worthless—merely something to study. Paying fifty million for that was undoubtedly a painful cost.

With such concerns in mind, the auction hall fell into silence.

Wang Yan shook his head again. He knew this item would be the hardest to auction among the four treasures, so after a brief pause, he was about to speak again to spark the artificers’ interest.

But just as he was about to do so, a deep and magnetic male voice suddenly rang out, reverberating through the grand pavilion.

"Sixty million Supreme Spirit Liquid."

Wang Yan was momentarily stunned and looked up, only to see a handsome man with silver eyes on the third floor smiling at him.

His calm voice echoed through the pavilion, drawing countless astonished gazes. Soon, all eyes converged on the silver-eyed man seated on the third floor.

"Who is this person? He’s bidding for a mechanical beast scroll—could he be an artificer?"

"Not sure. With so many powerful figures gathering in the Far East Region, it’s impossible to recognize everyone. But he does look unfamiliar, so he probably isn’t ranked among Heavenly Thunder Continent’s top experts."

"I don’t know his background, but yesterday at the inn, I saw him heavily injure Thunder King with a single punch—his strength is terrifying."

"What? Thunder King may have only recently advanced to the Greater Earthly Supreme level, but even so, he could easily contend with the lower-ranked figures on the Heavenly Thunder Continent’s power list. Yet he was crushed in one move?"

"There’s always someone stronger out there. I’d wager this guy is a dark horse in the competition for the Ancient Thunder Palace."

Discussions buzzed across the pavilion, filled with shock and curiosity about Mo Yu’s identity.

Meanwhile, in another section of the pavilion, several figures had also turned their attention to Mo Yu. One of them was none other than Thunder King himself. His expression was dark as he glared at Mo Yu with venomous hatred, his heart seething with fury.

Hearing the murmurs from below only fueled his anger further, making his fists clench tightly as his eyes burned with intense resentment.

"Heh, this friend here has bid sixty million Supreme Spirit Liquid. Does anyone else wish to make an offer?" Wang Yan glanced at Mo Yu before shifting his gaze back to the hall with a faint smile.

A brief silence followed. However, among the audience were other artificers who were equally interested in the Storm Thunder Tiger Beast. After a moment of hesitation, another voice emerged.

"Sixty-five million."

A long-haired man stood up, dressed in a flowing robe adorned with intricate weapon patterns that gleamed faintly, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"That’s Han Fei, the Sect Master of the Celestial Artifact Sect! He’s well-known for crafting mechanical beasts on par with Greater Earthly Supremes!"

Some sharp-eyed individuals immediately recognized him, causing another round of exclamations.

Han Fei turned toward Mo Yu and cupped his hands with a polite smile. His demeanor was courteous and refined.

Mo Yu returned the gesture with a faint smile of his own. While he appreciated Han Fei’s civility, he had no intention of giving up on a scroll that intrigued him. Without hesitation, he raised the bid again.

"Seventy million."

Han Fei paused momentarily before chuckling. "Eighty million."

The two were evidently quite interested in the incomplete scroll. While it held little value for ordinary cultivators, for artificers like them, it was an invaluable treasure.

Even if they couldn’t fully decipher or restore the design, studying it would bring immense insights, furthering their mastery of crafting.

As their bidding war continued, the atmosphere gradually grew more heated, drawing the attention of the entire auction hall. Despite the competition, both men remained composed and amicable, their contest free of hostility.

As the bidding escalated, several other artificers joined in, pushing the price ever higher. Before long, the incomplete scroll had reached a staggering one hundred and ten million Supreme Spirit Liquid.

At this price point—nearing the cost of a damaged sacred artifact—the competition started thinning out, until only Mo Yu and Han Fei remained in the fight.

"One hundred and twenty million."

Mo Yu’s calm voice echoed once more. This bid was by no means insignificant. Even with the wealth he had amassed from plundering the Blood God Clan, the sheer amount still pained him. If not for the current prosperity of Thunder Prison, he wouldn’t have had such confidence to continue bidding.

When the price of One hundred and twenty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid was announced, it stirred up murmurs of surprise throughout the pavilion. Many found it unbelievable that a mere incomplete technique scroll could be contested to such an extent.

Han Fei’s expression grew solemn as hesitation flickered across his face. After all, One hundred and twenty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid was nearly an entire year’s worth of earnings for him. Weighing his options carefully, he finally sighed in defeat and shook his head helplessly. He was ready to give up, no longer intending to compete with Mo Yu.

Mo Yu, upon seeing this, remained utterly unfazed. His expression remained as calm as still water, as if he had expected this outcome all along.

" One hundred and forty million!"

However, just as Han Fei decided to withdraw, a sudden voice filled with resentment broke through the air, shocking everyone present.

Countless gazes turned abruptly towards the source of the voice, and when they identified its owner, their expressions became rather intriguing.

On the third level of the pavilion, the Vice Palace Master of the Thunder God Palace, Thunder King, sat with a dark expression, rolling a bead between his fingers—the very Heavenly Thunder Pearl he had won at auction earlier.

After making his bid, he didn’t bother looking at anyone else. Instead, his gaze remained locked onto Mo Yu, filled with pure malice, showing complete disregard for the astonished stares directed his way.

Seeing this, some powerful individuals in the crowd exchanged quiet whispers. It seemed the rumors about yesterday’s battle were true. This mysterious silver-eyed man had indeed clashed fiercely with Thunder King—and, incredibly, the esteemed Vice Palace Master of the Thunder God Palace had suffered a severe loss.

"Vice Palace Master, that Mo Yu possesses remarkable strength. Should we... refrain from provoking him for now?" A powerful individual standing beside Thunder King carefully suggested.

After all, Mo Yu’s performance yesterday had been overwhelmingly terrifying. They feared that if they provoked him again, it might lead to disaster.

"Hmph. Don’t worry. My brother is already on his way. Right now, the one who should be worried is that bastard," Thunder King sneered through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, the Thunder God Palace experts finally breathed a sigh of relief, and even a hint of delight appeared on their faces.

The Palace Master of the Thunder God Palace, Thunder God, was a Perfected Earthly Supreme. No matter how strong Mo Yu was, he was definitely no match for their Palace Master!

"It’s that guy from the Thunder God Palace."

Elsewhere, the Wind Emperor furrowed his brows. Thunder King’s hostility was evident—he was determined to make sure Mo Yu wouldn’t acquire what he wanted so easily.

However, Mo Yu remained unbothered. His expression showed no waves of emotion as he merely cast a calm glance at Thunder King before speaking indifferently, "One hundred and fifty million."

The Heavenly Thunder Pearl in Thunder King’s hand rolled slightly between his fingers. He sneered. "One hundred and sixty million."

By now, the entire pavilion was in complete uproar. If the earlier bidding war between Mo Yu and Han Fei had been considered civil, the current clash between Mo Yu and Thunder King was like a raging storm of blood and thunder.

"One hundred and seventy million."

Mo Yu’s tone remained tranquil, his face betraying no hint of emotion.

When this price was announced, the hall trembled slightly. Even Thunder King’s rotating Heavenly Thunder Pearl momentarily paused. He then lifted his gaze once more, locking eyes with Mo Yu before curling his lips into a cold sneer.

"As expected of a backwater bumpkin from a lower plane. Latching onto an incomplete scroll like a dog with a bone. Fine, then—I’ll step back today and stop bidding for this piece of trash."

Many in the crowd secretly clicked their tongues at his words. Thunder King was ruthless. It was clear he had no interest in the incomplete scroll at all, yet he had deliberately driven up the price, forcing Mo Yu to pay an additional fifty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid.

However, some also noticed a key piece of information from Thunder King’s words—this silver-eyed man had come from a lower plane?

This revelation sparked even greater astonishment. The lower planes were known for their harsh and unfavorable conditions, rarely producing top-tier experts. However, those who managed to break through the shackles of the lower planes and enter the Great Thousand World were akin to carps leaping over the dragon gate—once they emerged, they often soared to greatness.

Realizing this, some of the powerful figures present began reassessing Mo Yu with newfound seriousness. Compared to the ancient monsters who rarely showed themselves, a rising star like Mo Yu, who had fought his way up from the lower planes, had the potential to shake up the current balance of power.

"A backwater bumpkin from the lower planes?"

Under countless curious gazes, Mo Yu, however, showed no reaction to his origins being mocked. Instead, his slender fingers tapped gently against the table, producing a crisp sound. Then, he spoke in a calm and indifferent tone:

"I hope that the next time we cross paths, this ’backwater bumpkin’ from the lower planes will have the honor of witnessing the might of the Thunder God Palace. I do hope it won’t disappoint me."

As soon as those words left his mouth, many powerful figures turned their heads in surprise. His words carried undeniable arrogance—he was placing himself on equal footing with the Thunder God Palace, one of the Central Regions’ dominant forces.

However, upon hearing this, Thunder King’s pupils contracted slightly, an inexplicable unease creeping up his spine.

But he quickly forced that fleeting feeling down. No matter how monstrous Mo Yu was, he was just a Greater Earthly Supreme—how could he possibly overturn the heavens?

Once the Thunder God Palace’s forces arrived, someone like him could be crushed effortlessly.

Thus, Thunder King merely let out a disdainful chuckle, the corners of his lips curling into a mocking smirk. "Rest assured, the might of the Thunder God Palace is beyond your imagination."

Mo Yu smiled faintly but said nothing more. He had no interest in further verbal sparring.

As their exchange ended, on the auction stage, Wang Yan had already concluded the auction for the Storm Thunder Tiger Beast. He then instructed his subordinates to deliver the incomplete mechanical beast technique scroll to Mo Yu before moving on to the third auction item.

It was an ancient and powerful water-attribute divine ability technique. However, Mo Yu had no intention of competing for it. Since he specialized in lightning, a water-based technique was of no use to him.

Thus, the water-attribute divine ability technique was ultimately claimed by Xuan Ya, the Vice Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, for a price of one hundred and thirty million Supreme Spiritual Liquid.

With that auction concluded, the atmosphere within the pavilion suddenly grew tense. Countless eyes locked onto the fourth silver platter.

Most of the major factions present hadn’t come for the previous three items. Their true target was the treasure that had been the talk of the city for the past two days.

On the auction stage, Wang Yan, sensing the rising anticipation in the air, grew visibly solemn. Carefully, he lifted the silver platter. As light radiated from within, the item it held was gradually revealed.

A weathered, ancient silver tower lay quietly within the silver platter.

The tower bore the marks of countless years, exuding an aura of unfathomable antiquity.

Mo Yu’s eyes flickered with sharp light.

Sure enough—this tower was identical to the one he already possessed!

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