Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 178

"Miss Gu, in the auction house, whoever offers the highest price will get the auction item. Even the most powerful and high-status people are required to follow the rules. I'm sure that nothing untoward will happen. Besides, I'm not afraid to fight anyone if the need arises," Darren confidently assured the lady. His mind was set on taking home the Primitive Stone.

"Fine. Now that you've made up your mind, I'll request for Uncle Harvey to provide you with some guards. They'll leave with you from the back door of the auction house once the auction is over. It's better to avoid unnecessary trouble," Eva replied.

Darren nodded his head in agreement.

Now in the auction house, the young man was sweating a lot, blue veins prominent on his forehead. He couldn't afford to outbid twenty million. Of course his family might have that big sum of money, but his personal belongings were not that much.

"Twenty million going once, going twice," the auctioneer announced as she glanced around the venue, checking to see if there were any last minute bidders. "Sold!"

Darren got the Primitive Stone as expected, but his behavior offended quite a few people. From the first floor, several streaks of powerful spiritual senses were released from the old man in grey robes, the young man cursing, and some other unknown persons, all trying to figure out Darren's cultivation base.

Darren paid them no mind and didn't take their checking to heart. When the Primitive Stone was sent into his private room, he took out thirteen million ink stones and set them onto the table. Eva lent him seven million ink stones and he gave all of them to the clerk.

When the clerk left, he turned to look at Eva to express his gratitude, "I'm so grateful for your help, Miss Gu. I truly appreciate it. I'll return the seven million ink stones that you lent me in three months. I'll take my leave now." Eva accompanied him towards the back door

and let out a small chuckle. "There's no need to return my money in such a hurry. We're friends now," she said with a friendly smile.

Darren nodded and returned her smile with a tender smile of his own, then cupped his hands politely before he left.

He walked towards the inn. He intended to go back to the Lotus Holy Land with Bruce.

"Shit. Someone's following me." Only when he got to a remote place did he sense that someone was following him.

"Young man, give me the Primitive Stone."

The voice was not from the young man who had been angry and kept cursing in the auction house. Instead it was the old man in grey robes who shouted at Darren. The powerful aura from a rule cultivator surrounded him.

"What makes you think that I will give you the stone?" Darren asked in a cold voice, his upper lip curling in disdain.

The old man icily chuckled. "I can kill you easily, so I advise you to just do as I say," he warned as he stared at Darren unblinkingly.

"Oh…" Darren offhandedly quipped. He abruptly waved his blade, prepared to attack the old man at any minute.

"Humph," the old man sighed in displeasure. "You are trying to get yourself killed!" The old man in grey wasn't expecting that Darren would be this hostile and attack him so suddenly. However, he soon adjusted himself and made strange hand gesticulation. In an instant, the surroundings changed. The old man disappeared and Darren found himself enveloped in a sea of fire.

The Fire Rule that the old man used was quite strong. Darren estimated that his Spirit Power was at level nine, at least.

Ordinary cultivators of the Mysterious Realm might probably die under his attack.

A great fire blazed and countless wind blades flew at him from all directions. Each blade was lethal enough to be able to kill even a well-versed cultivator at the seventh or eighth stage of the Mysterious Realm.

Darren swung the blade in his hand and easily broke the wind blades into nothing using his blade intent.

"What the heck?" the old man cried out in surprise. "I didn't anticipate that this young man would be able to see my wind blades. Is it possible that he has already awakened his Spirit Power? Oh no!" He was still stunned by his discovery when a strong sense of blade intent came towards him.

"He found me? This is impossible!" The old man went deathly pale.

His severed head then fell to the ground with the eyes wide open.

Darren approached the old man's body and huffed, "If I didn't have Spirit Power, I wouldn't have found your vague figure and might have been in big trouble."

He found the old man's figure only thanks to the Spirit Power. Ordinary cultivators wouldn't be able to do anything if they were in the same situation.

"Assimilate." The old man's Spirit Power wasn't weak at all. He wouldn't want to waste it.

There was a hissing sound that was followed by a cool sensation as he began to assimilate the old man's Spirit Power. Tremendous Spirit Power rushed into Darren's head. "My Spirit Power probably has reached up to level nine," he said to himself after the assimilation.

The old man's Spirit Power was at a higher level than Darren initially thought. After he absorbed it, his level increased by three levels.

He then rummaged through the old man's personal effects and found quite a lot of useful things: a card with several million ink stones in it, a rune paper, and some fairly expensive pills. Among the pills were more than a hundred that could increase one's Spirit Power. 'I definitely have scored a good fortune from the fight, ' he thought.