Chapter 239: Black Demon

In a private room on the fourth floor, the artifact master frowned, his face darkening. Three thousand blood stones had already exceeded his bottom line, and that person was raising the price too aggressively, showing a determined attitude.

After a moment of silence, the remaining half of the sword body was finally auctioned off to Qing Yuan at a high price of three thousand high-grade blood stones.

The auction moved to the next segment, where many rare treasures were sold. Yang Tian had been waiting for a fifth-rank soul-nourishing spiritual herb, but it had yet to appear.

"Tap, tap..." At that moment, the door of the private room was slowly knocked.

Seeing this, a smile spread across Yang Tian's face. He immediately stood up, walked over, and opened the door, revealing Qing Yuan's plump figure.

"Qing Yuan, you're here." Glancing around, Yang Tian welcomed Qing Yuan inside, his heart racing with excitement—a celestial artifact was about to fall into his hands.

"And this is...?" Seeing the stranger before him, Qing Yuan inquired.

"This is my elder brother, Yang Ba." The three sat down on chairs, and Yang Tian smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Qing Yuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately cupped his hands and said, "Hello, Brother Yang."

"Heh, no need to be polite." Waving his hand, Yang Ba smiled. Along the way, he had heard about Qing Yuan—a man of immense power in the Qingyang Empire who had taken good care of Yang Tian's adoptive father.

After a brief chat, Qing Yuan's palm flickered, and the half sword body appeared in his hand. He said to Yang Tian with a smile, "Take a look, see if it matches. If it's the same artifact, we'll be rich."

"Alright, let me try." Taking the sword body, Yang Tian rubbed his palm for a moment, slowly calming his surging mind, and then took out the other half of the sword body.

The moment the sword body in Yang Tian's Ancestral Dragon Ring appeared, a massive suction force surged out, causing the surrounding energy fluctuations to shake violently.

Yang Tian's mind tightened. As his thoughts turned, the two halves of the sword body instantly vanished from their spot.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, the surrounding primordial energy surged wildly. The two halves of the sword body had left Yang Tian's hand and were spinning in the void.

A violent wind raged, and a huge energy vortex appeared on both sides of the sword body. The sky trembled. Under Yang Tian's astonished gaze, the two halves were fusing together, and a glaring crack was slowly healing.

The surrounding spiritual herbs were nearly blown away, causing Yang Tian's heart to ache. However, a strange, radiant light touched the herbs, and the tottering plants instantly stabilized, unaffected by the raging gale.

This energy fluctuation was so vast that even Xiao Bai, who had been sleeping, woke up. He had been sleeping frequently lately, and the golden fur on his forehead was becoming more and more brilliant.

The sword body shone brightly, the crack closed, and the moment the entire sword was complete, a resounding clang echoed, piercing the nine heavens like a dragon's roar, enough to shatter stone and metal. Yang Tian's eardrums nearly burst.

The pitch-black sword body emitted a dazzling black light, like a great black sun, terrifying and dreadful. Yet, an extremely excited spiritual sense reached Yang Tian's ears.

This sword had been buried for who knows how long; now, seeing the light of day again, its intelligence had revived.

The sword was about four feet long, entirely black, with a sharp blade exuding a sharp metallic aura. The void was pierced through in an instant. The sword body radiated divine light for ten thousand feet, its power overwhelming the heavens, shaking the Ancestral Dragon Ring continuously, as if heaven and earth were turning upside down.

Clang! Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon Ring seemed dissatisfied, emitting a distant, resonant cry. Its sound was ancient and vast, making one's soul tremble involuntarily.

The celestial artifact, radiant with divine light, suddenly retracted its brilliance, its heaven-stirring power subsiding, conveying a sense of fear.

Then, under Yang Tian's dumbfounded gaze, the pitch-black long sword landed beside him.

"Mine..." Yang Tian was stunned. As his fingers slowly touched the sword body, sensing a joyful thought, his face burst into ecstasy. He hadn't expected it to directly acknowledge him as its master.

"So heavy!" The moment he grasped the hilt, Yang Tian's body felt as if a great mountain were pressing down on him, his bones creaking. Given his physical strength, the weight of the sword was unimaginable!

Clang! Yang Tian's arm moved slightly, and the void emitted the clanging sound of a sword being drawn. A violent gale surged in the void, shattering it—extremely terrifying.

After swinging it a few times, Yang Tian felt a wave of fatigue throughout his body and quickly stopped.

Rubbing his fingertip along the sword body, Yang Tian marveled. When he noticed two ancient characters on the blade, he couldn't help but say, "Black Demon. This sword is called Black Demon."

Laughing to himself for a moment, Yang Tian steadied his mind and poured his internal blood energy into the sword body. The moment the energy touched the sword, the plain, unadorned blade suddenly burst into divine radiance.

The sword body shone brilliantly, its light blazing, mysterious energy manifesting. A wild, unmatched aura surged in all directions, a terrifying force spreading, as if some powerful creature had awakened.

Yang Tian frantically poured his blood energy into the sword. The blood energy, like a rainbow, spurted out, and the sword's terrifying aura grew stronger. In the void, a huge, formless energy blade vaguely formed, extremely frightening—as if it were the power of the void itself!

"This attack can actually draw on the power of the void—truly terrifying!" Yang Tian clicked his tongue. The power awakened by Black Demon was incredibly frightening, capable of shaking heaven and earth.

A vast pressure swept the surroundings. Xiao Bai's eyes widened, black and white distinct. He could sense the inner momentum; if unleashed, it could level a great mountain.

The energy gathered in the void was suppressed to the extreme, seemingly on the verge of bursting forth. Yang Tian was drenched in sweat. His blood energy consumption was terrifying; if he unleashed its power, his internal energy would be nearly depleted.

"This thing can't be used lightly—it's a great killing weapon!" At that moment, the energy in the void receded like a tide, rapidly disappearing.

Then, Yang Tian urged his blood energy and swung Black Demon with vigor. The surrounding void stirred up a huge gale, the sky trembled violently, possessing the might to sweep the eight directions—extremely terrifying.

Whew! After a while, Yang Tian exhaled a breath of air. Looking at the plain, unadorned sword body, he couldn't help but click his tongue. If he didn't activate Black Demon's power, it was hard to tell this was a great killing weapon.

Withdrawing his mind, Yang Tian's consciousness returned to his body. He then noticed the two people beside him staring wide-eyed at each other and couldn't help but scratch his head.

"How is it? Is it the missing part?" Seeing Yang Tian's mind return, Qing Yuan quickly leaned in with his big cheeks and asked.

"Yes." Yang Tian nodded but dared not take it out. If some old monsters noticed, he couldn't guarantee they wouldn't snatch it in the auction house.

"Beware of eavesdroppers; let's not discuss it further." Yang Tian whispered, afraid that some old monsters might be paying attention.

The two nodded in agreement. The news of a celestial artifact was of great importance, and Yang Tian's identity was also very sensitive; it couldn't be easily leaked, just like the Demon Fall Land, where even Emperor-level powerhouses couldn't resist making a move, even attacking three times before giving up.

Yang Tian gave Qing Yuan a fist-sized piece of top-grade blood stone. He didn't refuse and took it with a grin. At this point, the auction had entered the spiritual herb segment. Some fourth-rank soul-nourishing herbs were being sold, but Yang Tian showed no interest in bidding; he needed fifth-rank herbs.

"Next, we will auction five rare spiritual herbs, entrusted to our house by a powerful expert." The old man's voice slowly rang out.

A beautiful young girl walked gracefully forward. Yang Tian's eyes lit up—this should be the herbs he had entrusted. He hoped to exchange for two fifth-rank spiritual herbs.

The red silk was lifted. What caught the eye most was undoubtedly that dragon beard grass, a golden spiritual herb emitting golden radiance, with extremely potent medicinal power—a herb that had become extinct.