Chapter 81: The Unreturn of the Throne

Meanwhile, in the Confucianism School box on the third floor, Ye Wangxi stands with a long, jade body beside a carved rail with a hollowed-out tung-flower pattern, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed into a thin line.

"Sir Ye, Elder Xu asked us to buy the Shenwu. If you really want to pay the price for the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat, I'm afraid you won't have enough money left."

"No matter, I'll just pay for it myself."

Seeing Ye Wangxi's insistence, they looked at each other secretly and said nothing more.

The Second Master of Xuanyuan Court said crisply, "The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat starts at 10 million gold, and Your Mightiness may place additional bids."

"Eleven million."

"Twelve million."

The buzz on the ground floor was higher than ever, and prices were rapidly soaring.

"Nineteen million."

"I offer twenty-five million."

The six million instantly rose, causing many cultivators to sigh and shake their heads in disbelief. At this time, the silver sticks from several seats on the first floor fell in front of Xuanyuan Court's master, who swiftly took them one by one and held them between her fingers in turn, as if she had unfolded a folding fan, and opened the ones with the prices written on them.

"The highest bidder at the moment." The Second Court Master read it and said with unmistakable clarity, "The bid is thirty-five million for the first Xuan seat."

"Thirty-five million."

They turned around to look at the first floor Xuanzhuang seat, but the lights were hazy and the silver veil was fluttering, but they could not see who was sitting there.

"Thirty-five million is enough to buy a palace on Immortal Island."

"Who made the bid, this is outrageous"

"So rich, they must be from one of the ten sects, I wonder which one it is"

Chu Wanning, with his eyes closed, heard the offer and asked Mo Ran, "Do you have enough money with you?"

"I didn't bring enough," Mo Ran was shocked to see Song Qiutong here, and only when he heard Chu Wanning call him did he snap to attention and say, "What does your master want?"

"Buy her."

Mo Ran's eyes widened and he waved his hands, "No, I can't buy her, she's a liability.

"Who said anything about rushing with her? Just buy it and set her free." Chu Wanning opened his eyes and reached out with a bemused look, "Take the money."

Mo Ran covers her money pouch: "No, no"

"I'll give it back to you when I get back."

"Here's the money for Shenwu."

"Haven't you seen a ghost? What do you want Shenwu to do with the money?"

""

In his previous life, when he first met Song Qiutong, she was already under the tutelage of the School of Confucianism, and when Mo Ran was massacring the city, he saw that she looked a bit like Shi Mei and spared her life. She was eventually crowned queen.

Yet this is one of the most regrettable decisions Mo Ran has ever made.

Now Chu Wanning, a cold-faced and kind-hearted man, wants to buy her, so how can Mo Ran agree to this? How could Mo Ran say yes to a woman who would not even want four coins, not to mention 40 million?

No, he doesn't even want to pay him $40 million.

The two men were at a standstill when they saw a sign floating down from the third floor, but it was gold in colour.

Capping sign

Once the price is quoted, it is almost impossible for anyone to have the strength to compete again, so it is also known as a "capping".

The crowd erupted in amazement.

" Confucianism School "

" Confucianism School out of the capping sign "

Chu Wanning is not bothered by Mo Ran, who is clutching his money bag, and turns his head to look outside. From his angle, he can see the first compartment on the third floor, where Ye Wangxi, a lazy concealer, has already tied up the Xue Yue veil that Xuanyuan Court uses to ensure the privacy of its guests, and is standing with his hands on the carved railings.

With a solemn look and little extra expression on his handsome face, he took one look at the noisy scene below and, seemingly speechless, turned and walked deeper into the box.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chu Wanning, "Master can rest assured, this Mr Ye lives with me at Peach Blossom Yard, I know him somewhat well, he is kind and benevolent, he bought the Butterfly Bone Beauty Mat, he can't do anything unconscionable."

On the third floor, in the private room of the Confucianism School, Ye Wangxi sits down at a table covered with embroidered satin with gold flowers and silver leaves and pours a cup of fragrant tea. When the tea is finished, there is a knock on the door from outside.

Ye Xiangxie's voice was gentle and dignified: "Please come in."

"Ye Your Mightiness, the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat is brought to you for your inspection."

"With all due respect, go down."

Xuanyuan Court The maids withdrew and the room was silent for a while. The butterfly-bone beauty, whose hands and feet were bound by a forbidden spell, was kneeling on the floor, her eyes shivering with fear, her peach-blossom eyes tinged with a faint red hue at the end because of her miserable crying.

But Ye Wangxi took one look at her, and his eyes were clear and clear, and he lifted his hand in the air to lift the ban.

"The ground is cold, the girl is frightened. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

""That butterfly-boned beauty's seat trembled and trembled, with her double glazed, crystalline brows open, still curled up, not daring to speak, let alone move.

Ye Wangxi sighed and asked his attendant to take a cloak from his left and right, and went over and handed it to her.

"Don't worry about it, Mister Ye ransomed the girl, not for the sake of cultivation. You can put this dress on first and get up to talk about anything."

"You you."

Ye Wangxi saw that she still did not move, tilting her head in a timid manner, so he shook his head with a bitter smile and crouched down on one knee, level with her.

"My name is Ye Wangxi, may I ask your name?"

"My surname is Song." She looked hesitantly at Ye Wangxi for a moment, her pupils hazy with water, very aggrieved, "My daughter Song Qiutong, thank you, Sir Ye"

Downstairs, Mo Ran is thinking to himself.

When he met Song Qiutong in a previous life, she was already a disciple of the School of Confucianism, and it is thought that she was saved by Ye Wangxi during the bidding for the Xuanyuan Court.

The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat will not be treated as normal, but once you have joined a great immortal school and become a disciple of the school, it is a different story.

Mo Ran sighed in his heart. He did not know Ye Wangxi very well, except that he was a very upright man, the most powerful person in the world besides Chu Wanning. Mo Ran had once fought with Ye Wangxi when he had slaughtered the Seventy-two Cities of Confucianism, and his powerful swordsmanship and awe-inspiring stance were truly memorable.

The rest of the immortal cities of Mo Ran were taken with little effort, and the lords of Confucianism, with their long and prestigious names, were no more than a mere scrap of grass in his eyes.

Only this Ye Wangxi, only this Ye Wangxi, the seven cities he defended, could not be attacked by Mo Ran for a long time. Even when the city was finally broken, and this man was kneeling in blood among the jagged bones, his gaze was clear and his heart remained unchanged.

At that time, the Nangong leaders of the School of Confucianism fled, and many people were kowtowing and begging Mo Ran to let them live.

But Ye Wangxi's long eyebrows are knitted together and his eyes are closed in a cold, hostile manner.

Mo Ran remembers having the presence of mind to ask him, before he killed him, "May he surrender"

"No surrender."

Mo Ran smiled, sitting in the gilt dragon phoenix chair of the venerable master of the School of Confucianism, his eyelashes rustling, his gaze sweeping over the black mass of people, leaving aside the ordinary disciples, half a dozen city lords and a dozen protectors, all of them prostrate to the dust, shivering.

The leaden grey sky was filled with cold crows hovering mute, and the blood-red banners were hunting, when Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Kill them all."

Before he died, Ye Wangxi said, "The seventy cities of Confucianism are brilliant, but none of them are men."

Blood and light deceive the sky.

Mo Ran is holding his new beauty Song Qiutong in his arms, her face as golden as paper, her soft and tender body shivering as she looks at the hell before her.

"Good girl, not afraid. No fear. From now on, you will follow me." Mo Ran stroked her hair and smiled, "Come, tell me again what your name is and what you do here at the School of Confucianism.

"My daughter, Song Qiutong." She said fearfully, "Originally, I was a servant girl under Ye Wangxi."

Ye Wangxi's maid of honour. This is how she replied to Mo Ran at the time.

But how Song Qiutong, a butterfly-boned beauty, came to be enrolled in the Confucianism School and how she was taken in by Ye Wangxi as his maid of honour, Mo Ran did not know. It was only when she was reborn at Xuanyuan Court that Mo Ran realised that it was Ye Wangxi who had saved her from the tiger's eyes by dispersing a thousand dollars.

But it is clear that Ye Wangxi's eventual defeat at the hands of Mo Ran was in no small part due to Song Qiutong's informing.

Mo Ran frowned at the thought, and his dislike for Song Qiutong grew even more.

"The final item for sale at this auction is an unowned Shenwu." The Second Court Master interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts by saying, "This Shenwu is also not owned by Lonely Moonlit and is being sold on consignment."

The final treasure of every bidding event is always revealed before the event begins, so compared to the fierce reaction when they heard about the "Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat", the cultivators below were much calmer, although they were also eager to try it.

The white jade lotus opens again and the stone platform holds a silver satin box with a sun, moon and mountains motif that slowly floats up.

The box is long and narrow, and the embroidery on the surface is so fine that a knowledgeable person could tell at a glance that the gold threads on it are from the most famous embroidery workshop in Gusu, the Artistic Cloud Pavilion. The box alone, excluding the Shenwu inside, is worth a hundred gold pieces.

"This Shenwu was found in a mass grave at Junshan. Its previous owner had died, and I, the Xuanyuan Court, have verified that the Shenwu did not have a new owner." After a pause, the Second Master continued, "It is well known that Shenwu vessels are engraved with inscriptions. This one, however, has been worn down over the years due to the death of its owner, and the only legible inscription is the word "Return"."

Someone was muttering, "All this talk, without opening the box first."

"Forget it, just get used to it, that's the way Xuanyuan Court always works. Let's talk about it for a while and then we'll show you the goods."

"That's true."

Mo Ran was amused and turned his head to say a few words to Chu Wanning, but then he turned to see Chu Wanning's brow furrowed, his long, cold jade-like fingers resting on the corner of his forehead, his face as pale as frost and mist. Startled, he asked, "Master, what is wrong with you?"

"Suddenly I don't feel well."

"Why are you uncomfortable, did you catch a cold again?" Mo Ran moved over and touched his forehead, "It's not hot either."

"" Chu Wanning shakes his head but doesn't say anything, looking wan.

Mo Ran didn't know what to do, but said, "I'll pour you a cup of tea." He poured a cup of hot tea and, after some thought, poured into it a little of the tapir-scented dew he had just tapped.

After Chu Wanning finished drinking the tea mixed with tapir aromatic dew, he felt better and his face was not so ugly after all. He lifted his eyes and went back to watching the bidding downstairs. Mo Ran was there to gather the tea set and pour him a second cup.

"The full name of the Shenwu is not known to the Xuanyuan Court, but it was a coincidence that it returned to the world, and it has the word return in its own inscription. The name has been tentatively proposed as Return."

Finally, some impatient people could not stand it any longer and shouted from below, "Master, after all this talk, you have whetted our appetite, open the box and let us see what this Shenwu looks like."

The Second Lord of Xuanyuan Court smiled faintly, " Your Mightiness, don't worry. According to the rules of the Xianxia Realm, after the death of the original owner of Shenwu, the weapon should belong to his heir according to his bloodline. It was found in a mass grave, so the Court cannot know the identity of its original owner. However, once the box is opened, you may release your spiritual energy to sense that if there is a mirror image of Shenwu, it is the blood relative of the original owner of the weapon. Then there is no need to bid on it, and it will belong to him."

"Hahahaha, there is no such coincidence in the world."

Most of the monks in the arena laughed.

"Yeah, it's almost impossible."

"But it's good to take a chance if you don't try it for nothing."

The Second Court Master looked across the stage with a smile and said in a brittle voice, "Good, it is always good to try your luck. Please, Your Mightiness, gaze, this will open the lid."

She snapped her fingers, and two Lonely Moonlit disciples, both aged 15 or 16, came up from the left and right, flying up to the lotus platform, their delicate, onion-like hands on the Sun and Moon box.

The latch fell with a click and a click.

When Mo Ran saw how the lock was opened, he inexplicably thought of the scene in Jin Chengchi when he was given the ghost. At that time, it was clearly said that "only a person who is deeply in love in the world" could open the box, but I wonder why the box ended up in Chu Wanning's hands.

All around the room, countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hood were fixed on the slender box. The lid of the box, embroidered with gold thread, slowly opened, and the tension in the air was as tense as a full bowstring. Inside the pavilion, where thousands of people had gathered, it was so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.

All eyes were glued to the section of ancient sharpness revealed in the box. Either with greed, curiosity or admiration

Only Mo Ran's eyes widened the moment he saw the weapon inside the box, and his blood faded to nothing in a flash.

He has lived two lifetimes, owned two Shenwu in his past and present life, and fought more than ten Shenwu masters. He thought he would have no problem with what Xuanyuan Court was putting up for bid this time.

But he thought wrong.

" Shenwu Return." The clear voice of the Second Court Master broke the silence, "Stranger form, four feet long and three inches wide. Without a sheath, its body is deep black and there is no reflection in the daylight."

Mo Ran's fingertips were trembling slightly, and the two words almost came out between her lips.

"No Return"

No return

It is the year when you did not return.

" Mo Ran, you got Shenwu, but why did you ask me to seal away its spirit and not give it a name"

"Master, I'm not very learned, so I can only give this name once. I'm afraid that if I give it an unpleasant name, I won't be able to use it in the future."

"Mo Ran, how come you haven't come up with a name for your stranger? You can't keep calling it a knife."

"It's okay, take your time. It's a Shenwu, I'm going to think of the best title in the world for it, that's what it deserves, hahaha."

Later, Shi Mei died.

Mo Ran wanted Chu Wanning to be unsealed and wanted to name his Shenwu 'Mingjing'.

But at that time, Chu Wanning said that he had lost his spiritual power as a result of his struggle against the ghost world and that he did not have the strength to release the spell on the blade, so the matter was dropped.

Later, when Mo Ran and Chu Wanning broke up, Mo Ran was unwilling to ask him to unseal it, and so the bloodstained Stranger's Sword, which had been used for so many years, remained nameless. But that no longer matters, for by then no one in the world knew of Mo Weiyu, or of the blood-soaked Shura sword in his hand.

To the end.

Chu Wanning also died.

Along with him, the forbidden spell that had been chained to Mo Ran's blade for over a decade dissipated.

That night Mo Ran drank a lot of pearly whites, got a little drunk and stroked the cold blade, no longer knowing whether to be relieved or sad. He flicked the blade and listened to the drums and horns striving in there, the begonias cold through. He lay on the roof of the Wushan Palace, laughing and dripping with laughter, from pain to madness.

He could not remember if he had shed any tears that night, except that when he woke up in the morning, two cold words were engraved on the stranger's knife, which had been nameless for more than ten years.

"No return."

The gentleman does not return.

No longer return.

But why did this weapon, which had become a demon in his previous life, appear in the world after his rebirth, and why did it appear at the Xuanyuan Court's auction?

Before Mo Ran could even think about it, thousands of cultivators in the field released their own spiritual streams, vying to be the first to sense each other with Bugui.

Mo Ran :""

It is useless, for since it is not to return, and since Mo Ran is here, there can be no one else in the world who can use this stranger's sword but himself.

But does its appearance have anything to do with the little beast that has been hiding behind the curtain? If it does, that man is clearly aware that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning are on his trail by releasing Bugui at this time, and then his purpose is never to test who is the essence spirit.

What does he want to do again?

Also, is this Bugui real or is it just a decoy, like the Jin Chengchi forgeries?

With this question in mind, Mo Ran explored the spiritual flow a little.

If the non-return is not a forgery, then it must have some echo of itself, an echo that must not be too obvious, otherwise it might be perceived, just a little

However, he had only just released a very weak trace of spiritual energy when he suddenly heard a slight muffled grunt behind him.

"Master."

When Mo Ran turned around, he saw Chu Wanning, his brow furrowed and his lips blue, crouched over the table, his snow-coloured clothes falling like smoke, his handsome face even paler than the frost and snow, his eyelashes falling and his eyes closed, as if he was suffering from some chronic illness and had passed out at this moment.

Mo Ran never expected such a thing to happen and was so shocked that he suddenly withdrew the spirit power he had returned from his test and ran back to Chu Wanning, hugging him, "Master, what happened to you?"