Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

In the end, the Heaven-shaking Dagger-axe sold for as much as five thousand cubic crystals.

Zen curled his lips but did not regret that it had fallen into someone else's hands.

He knew that he could buy another inferior spiritual weapon from the market at a much lower price. Anyway, what he cared about was the iron essence contained in spiritual weapons, not their power.

Nestor soon auctioned off several more items.

Suddenly, Nestor's tone changed. "The next item to be auctioned is the halftime grand finale of today's auction. As you all know, two years ago, Chase, our weapon refining guru in the Imperial Capital, passed away. This is a significant loss for our whole empire. Fortunately, Chase had many disciples, and some of them have taken over his mantle," Nestor said grimly. "Next up for auction is Chase's Weapon Refining Principle. It is said that Chase kept it a secret. If someone wants to make an impact in weapon refining, with this book in hand, you can get Chase's knowledge and achieve great progress!"

As soon as Nestor finished speaking, the crowd simmered with excitement.

There were three weapon refining gurus in the Burning Sky Empire, but none of them could compare with Chase.

Chase kept the Weapon Refining Principle a secret presumably recording his experience and skills in weapon refining.

Every noble clan dreamed of owning a top weapon refiner.

But weapon refiners were not easy to hire.

The noble Wang family had employed one of the three weapon refining gurus, another had been employed by Cloud Sect and the third by the Burning Sky Palace. It was hard to hire them, no matter how much the clans offered.

Therefore, if a family produced a weapon refining guru, it would benefit the whole family.

Everybody knew that even if they got the Weapon Refining Principle, they would not necessarily become a weapon refining guru. After all, Chase had taught many disciples, and so did his disciples, but they all failed to produce a guru. Yet, none of the noble clans were willing to give up this rare chance.

"The Weapon Refining Principle belonged to our teacher. Please return it to us!"

"It's our teacher's relic. You can't auction it at will!" eight people objected.

They were dressed similarly in long red robes with a small furnace embroidered on their chests.

Most people in the auction house recognized the furnace on their clothes and knew where they had come from.

School, which recruited disciples and nurtured them into weapon refiners. The

had never created a guru in weapon refining, it had trained a lot of weapon refiners. These weapon refiners had tremendous talent, and had been employed by noble

disciples from Magical Refining School to make

this book be yours when it is being auctioned at the auction

Chase's belongings. Now it has come here

who had wanted to

We only know that the Weapon Refining Principle belonged to our late teacher, and now we are going to get it back!" The leader of the group of disciples pointed to Nestor and snarled, "You, Blessed Auction House, give us back

moment, Nestor, who was always smiling, simmered in anger. "Since our Blessed Auction House was established, we have made it a rule not to ask about the provenance of items for sale. We will auction this book for whoever gave it to us. It is

Refining School were incensed at what he said, and their leader threatened, "In that case, we shall have to offend your auction house!" Then they tried to rush

not strong enough to offend our Blessed Auction House!" Nestor retorted haughtily. When he waved his hand,

down upon them. They were at the ninth grade of the

men, Nestor ordered curtly, "Teach them a lesson,

a flock of sheep, fought the disciples of the Magical

eight disciples were nature creatures, but as weapon refiners, their life vitality was a variety

were experts. But when it came to

their slap. When the eight disciples lay on

a casket on the table and solemnly said, "I'm sorry that the auction was rudely interrupted. Now we will

speaking, someone raised the price. "6, 000 cubic crystals,"

a thousand at a time. The crowd looked curiously

He casually

saw the Eight Diagrams embroidered on the chest of the young man's clothes, they realized that the young man was from the Zhuge family. Some people even recognized that he was Fren Zhuge, the third Young

and ill-tempered man. Everyone

to bid against Fren because he was utterly unreasonable.

100 cubic crystals," shouted an old man. For some people, the Weapon Refining Principle was a must-have. They couldn't

Fren's lazy voice

joined in

"9, 000!"

"12, 000!"