Chapter 441: Chapter 441 A Legend Of The Dragon
A cunning glint sparked in my eyes.
A scheme started taking shape in my mind.
Up front, the auctioneer kept pushing the artificial mountain with enthusiasm.
My gaze stayed locked on the mountain.
"What, you interested in this fake mountain too?" Jerry Sean asked.
I looked at Jerry and said, "This isn’t just any artificial mountain."
"Oh?" Jerry’s eyebrows went up, motioning for me to go on.
I squinted and said, "If I’m right, this could be a magical artifact."
And an impressive one too.
Put another way, what the auctioneer said before wasn’t a lie.
"Starting bid, one billion!" the auctioneer yelled.
Such a shocking price scared off plenty of people.
But this was Sea City after all, where rich folks were everywhere.
For the wealthy, one billion to buy good luck was worth it.
The price jumped up, and in seconds, it shot from one billion to ten billion.
Tons of people started backing out, since ten billion wasn’t pocket change for anyone.
"Eleven billion," I raised my hand and called out.
Everyone immediately looked my way.
They seemed to think my young face looked pretty unfamiliar.
"Twenty billion," a fat, rich guy raised his hand right then.
The crowd couldn’t help but suck in a breath.
Twenty billion, just like that?
My eyebrows creased just a bit.
I couldn’t pull together twenty billion.
But this artificial mountain... was a magical artifact, and not just any ordinary one!
Besides someone’s own level, outside weapons were just as crucial for a martial artist’s power boost.
And a decent magical artifact could even push someone’s strength up a notch!
"You really want this artificial mountain?" Jerry asked.
I explained, "If I’m right, this is probably a High-grade Earth Rank magical artifact."
High-grade Earth Rank magical artifact!
Just one step below the Divine Rank!
It’d been ages since a Divine Rank artifact showed up, and a High-grade Earth Rank magical artifact would be enough to shake up the whole country!
"What, giving up on bidding?" the fat guy in the front row said coolly.
I stayed quiet, like I was thinking through the ups and downs in my head.
"If you want it, just go ahead and bid," Jerry said.
I shook my head though and said, "I can’t seem too eager."
After all, there were more than just me, the martial artist, on this yacht.
If it caught Joey Ebony’s or Walton Greer’s attention, it would backfire.
"Competing with me, you got what it takes? Some unknown nobody," the fat guy scoffed.
"He looks like that martial artist called Mason Raymond," someone figured out who I was.
"Oh, just a martial artist. That kind of guy is only good enough to be my bodyguard," the fat guy said with contempt.
"Kid, how’d you get in here?" the fat guy got up and stared at me.
I ignored him and said, "My luck’s been terrible lately, so I figured I’d try to turn it around with this. Since you want it, I’ll back off."
The fat guy snorted coldly, "You know your place!"
I didn’t say anything else but pulled Jerry Sean and said, "Let’s go."
After we left the auction, Jerry asked quietly, "What’s your plan?"
I thought for a moment before saying coldly, "If I have to... Kill and steal it."
Brightheart Island was way out from Sea City.
Killing someone there wouldn’t get noticed at all.
Of course, this was a last choice. If there was another option, I wouldn’t pick eliminating the fat guy.
——
In a certain private room on the yacht.
It was completely dark.
A young man sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes glowing with a weird light, making him look extremely scary at first sight.
This young man was none other than Walton Greer, the top of Central China’s younger generation!
"Dragon Spirit... I can’t let it slip away," a strange voice came from Walton’s body.
The voice had a slightly rough tone, like it came from the depths of the Nine Netherworld Hell.
Walton’s mouth opened slightly, and he said coldly, "Once I grab the Dragon Spirit, I’ll be able to reach half-step Martial Marquis?"
"Exactly... it might even let you reach the true Military Marquis Realm!" That rough voice rang out again!
A hint of craziness flashed in Walton’s eyes!
The true Military Marquis Realm!
Getting to that level, any noble family would be looked down on and brushed aside!
Then, who in the world would be scary?
"That Mason Raymond guy... he won’t mess things up, will he?" the rough voice asked coldly.
Walton sneered, "Even if he hadn’t been ruined, I could still take him out."
"Plus... he’s also swallowed two pills," Walton’s tone changed.
Hearing this, the rough voice laughed coldly, "Two pills... should be enough to draw out the Dragon Spirit."
"Just wait and watch," Walton said, narrowing his eyes.
"Once I get the Dragon Spirit, I want everyone on this ship to kneel before me!"
——
The oil tanker moved slowly across the sea.
Three days later, we finally reached Brightheart Island.
The island was huge and had natural beauty.
Even though there weren’t tons of entertainment options, it had an incredibly calming vibe.
"What’s this relaxing feeling?" I couldn’t help but frown.
I carefully felt it out, but it wasn’t qi, it was a... holy sacred breath.
I tried to soak up this breath but found that it clashed with my body and couldn’t be absorbed at all.
"Weird," Zendaya Andrew next to me nodded slightly too.
I glanced at her and said, "You felt it as well?"
Zendaya nodded, "Yeah."
"Mr. Raymond, Miss Andrew, what’s wrong?" Walton walked up to us right then.
I shook my head, saying, "Nothing."
Walton laughed and said, "There’s always been a legend about Brightheart Island; I don’t know if you two have heard it."
I looked at Walton, waiting for him to continue.
Walton said casually, "They say there was once a real Divine Dragon on Brightheart Island. Too bad it died, and its body turned into a small island, which is now Brightheart Island."
"Legend says that as long as someone understands the dao on Brightheart Island, they can become unbeatable."
"More importantly, the Dragon Spirit of the Divine Dragon is still here, and whoever gets the Dragon Spirit will have the power of the Divine Dragon."
