The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law

Long Chen touched his nose, but wasn’t angered by the words of the crew-cut man.

Upon further reflection, his own question just now was indeed a tad impolite.

"Big brother, sorry for my rudeness, please forgive me,"

Long Chen said with a smile.

The crew-cut man was taken aback, not expecting Long Chen to apologize.

He gave Long Chen a longer look, vaguely feeling that this young man had an extraordinary temperament.

"You seem decent, kid, so I’ll tell you about it," the crew-cut man said with a smile: "That treasure, legend has it, is the White Jade Cup that Yang Jian used for a very long time."

"This... sounds a bit outlandish, doesn’t it?"

Long Chen was astonished.

In mythology, the presence of Yang Jian, the true lord with the double-edged sword, was quite prominent.

But whether he truly existed in reality was still unknown.

Let alone having used any White Jade Cup.

"I also think it sounds like a load of bull, but Qianzhou’s Imperial Ancient Auction House has always had a sterling reputation, hardly ever selling fakes, so let’s see what happens when the auction starts,"

The crew-cut man said.

"That makes sense,"

Long Chen nodded lightly, without further comment.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the auction officially began.

The auctioneer stood on stage, delivering an impassioned speech before the first auction item was formally presented.

A cheongsam-clad beauty carefully placed the auction item on a tray, setting it down on the auctioneer’s table.

The auctioneer pointed to the item and announced loudly: "What we have here is a very common polygonum multiflorum, but this one is quite different from the usual, as it’s shaped like a dragon.

At this point, you may think that this is artificially cultivated, and it’s normal to have such thoughts.

After all, history records that an emperor of a certain dynasty was once deceived by this kind of trickery.

However, this polygonum multiflorum before me has not been artificially cultivated; it was dug up by a farmer in the deep mountains, passed through several hands, and finally bought by a master who brought it to our auction house. For those interested in this item, do not miss out, the starting bid is one hundred thousand, with each increment no less than fifty thousand."

As his voice fell, bids instantly began.

"I bid one hundred fifty thousand."

"Mr. at seat number seven bids one hundred fifty thousand, do we hear more than one hundred fifty thousand?" the auctioneer looked toward seat number seven.

"I bid two hundred thousand."

"Three hundred thousand."

Many of the people present were bidding.

Long Chen watched the polygonum multiflorum for a while and indeed, it didn’t seem artificially cultivated, as there were flickers of spiritual energy within it, which piqued his interest.

"The first auction item and it’s something I need, coming to the auction house was the right choice after all,"

Long Chen thought to himself.

Seeing everyone bidding, but only increasing in increments of fifty thousand, it took quite some time for the price to reach five hundred fifty thousand.

Long Chen couldn’t stand it any longer and slowly raised his placard: "Five million."

Gasps.

Everyone was startled and looked toward Long Chen.

Five million for just a polygonum multiflorum?

"This guy’s lost his mind, huh?"

"This isn’t fun anymore; I quit."

"Let him have it; it’s not worth buying a polygonum multiflorum for five million."

The bidding voices all around ceased.

The auctioneer looked at Long Chen, disbelief in his eyes, as he excitedly exclaimed: "Five million! Is there a bid higher than five million?

Five million once, five million twice, five million three times, congratulations to the gentleman in seat eighteen, for successfully bidding for the dragon-shaped polygonum multiflorum."

Long Chen put away his placard, appearing rather calm.

"Kid, you spent five million on a polygonum multiflorum, and you don’t even know if it’s artificially cultivated. Do you think it’s worth it?"

The crew-cut man curiously asked Long Chen.

Long Chen shook his head, smiling and said, "Don’t know, just trying it out."

"Bluffing."

The crew-cut man gave a thumbs up, genuinely impressed.

It seemed this guy wasn’t short on money.

The auction continued, and the next five items had significant collectible value, but Long Chen was utterly uninterested.

He didn’t care for collectibles or wealth; he was only interested in things with spiritual energy.

Two hours elapsed in a flash.

Just as Long Chen was starting to doze off, he heard the auctioneer’s voice from the stage: "The next item is one of the last three main lots of tonight.

It hails from before the Qin dynasty, used by a Qi Cultivator from that era. When it was found, an ancient Elixir Formula was discovered alongside it, but the Elixir Formula was already in tatters. We exerted considerable effort to decipher a few characters and guessed that it’s an Elixir Formula.

Of course, I must responsibly state that this is only our approximate conjecture, not precise. Interested parties may wish to study it further."

Having said that, the auctioneer had the treasure brought up.

The treasure arrived on stage, it was an Ancient Sword.

Despite thousands of years, the sword showed no rust, and its blade was inscribed with some ancient runes.

To others, these runes might seem mysterious, but they could sense nothing more beyond that.

But Long Chen was the first to sense that there was something extraordinary about this item, the runes seemed like seals, and it appeared that a tremendous power was hidden within the sword’s body.

Immediately, Long Chen decided that no matter the cost, he must acquire this sword.

Even if it meant stealing, he would take the sword today.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the starting bid for this ancient sword is one million, with each increment no less than one hundred thousand. Such treasures are rare, and missing out could be a lifetime’s regret. I declare, the bidding starts now."

"Three million."

"I bid five million."

"Eight million."

"Ten million."

This time, the bidding was incredibly fierce.

Some of the big shots in the private rooms could not hold back anymore, and they eagerly placed their bids.

In the blink of an eye, the price of the ancient sword soared to one hundred million.

By this point, the atmosphere on-site had reached its peak.

And as the bidding continued, fewer and fewer people were bidding.

When the price reached one hundred and fifty million, only three people were still frantically bidding, with the mood suggesting they were determined to fight until the end.

These three people were all in private rooms, unseen by the crowd.

It was only after Long Chen saw there weren’t many bidders that he finally raised his paddle, "Five billion."

Gasps.

The crowd exploded in an instant.

Five billion? How can this young man dare to bid five billion?

"Grandpa, what should we do? Just who is that guy?"

In a private room, a young man looked anxious.

"Don’t panic, this ancient sword is no trivial matter, we can’t give up easily."

The elder took a deep breath and announced loudly, "Five billion and ten million."

"Private Room One bids five billion and ten million, is there any higher bid?"

The auctioneer shouted with all his might, his voice nearly cracking.

"Six billion and ten million," Long Chen raised his paddle again, nonchalant.

Money?

He truly did not lack money.

To him, any problem that could be solved with money was a minor problem.

"Six billion and fifty million."

The person in Private Room One raised the bid again.

Long Chen raised an eyebrow and stated directly, "Ten billion."

Boom. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

A bid of ten billion made the place erupt in an uproar.

Nobody anticipated Long Chen to bid like this.

While others were increasing their bids leisurely, his increments were in billions.

"Who exactly is this person?"

"To bid so ferociously, in all my life, this is the first time I’ve witnessed such a formidable presence."

Everyone was shocked beyond measure, their eyes all fixed on Long Chen.

Long Chen remained composed, as if bidding ten billion were an everyday occurrence.

Private Room One backed out completely, no longer daring to bid.

Ten billion had far exceeded their budget.

"Ten billion once, ten billion twice, is there any higher bid? Ten billion thr—"

"Eleven billion."

Just as the auctioneer was about to finish counting at ten billion, a voice filled the whole room.

This voice came from Private Room Three.

"My God, eleven billion, eleven billion! My scalp is tingling, eleven billion, does anyone else want to bid?"

The auctioneer’s voice was hoarse, his face flushed with excitement.

Long Chen frowned deeply, not expecting anyone to outbid him at ten billion.

Without any hesitation, he raised his paddle, "Twenty billion."

"Holy shit..."

"Heavens, is this really happening, an ancient sword for twenty billion?"

"Can you even play like that?"

"Ferocious, truly ferocious, too damn terrifying."

"Who on earth is this?"

Cries of astonishment rose and fell in waves.

Private Room Three was silenced, utterly subdued by Long Chen’s domineering presence.

"Twenty billion for the first time, twenty billion for the second time, twenty billion for the third time, sold."

The auctioneer slammed the gavel, "Congratulations to the gentleman in Private Room Eighteen for successfully acquiring the ancient sword."

Long Chen glanced at the auctioneer and smiled, "I have already looked at the item. A word of friendly advice, better make sure there are no problems, or your entire auction house will be in big trouble."