Eternal Heavenly Emperor

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800,000?

Chai Jian was startled. He couldn't help but be shocked. A mere martial sect could come up with such a large number of star stones? Was the other party really just an ordinary martial sect?

If the other party was indeed a disciple of some prestigious sect and he killed him, not only would he be in big trouble, but he would also bring great calamity upon his family!

No, no, no, if the other party really were a disciple of some prestigious sect, would they come to West Meeting City?

Although this was the Upper Three Counties, which were full of powerful beings, West Meeting City was just a small frontier town. The strongest person here was just a warrior. Given that, this guy must have made a sudden fortune to have so many star stones.

Very well, later he'll rob both the Star Shattering Pill and the White Jade Ginseng.

Thinking about the astronomical price of 800,000 Star Stones, his pupils involuntarily dilated—his monthly allowance was only 200 Star Stones.

The Yellow Eyebrowed Elder was also stunned. He never expected a junior at the Martial Sect level to dare to bid against him.

The world of martial artists is very realistic. In such bidding wars, as soon as a warrior joins, the martial sects have no choice but to withdraw. Like before, Chai Jian could compete with Chu Hao because he had the Chai Family behind him and an older brother on the Fledgling Dragon List.

Could this boy also have some astonishing backing?

Moreover, it absolutely couldn't be a warrior; otherwise, it would be a slap in his face. But if it were a War General or a War King... West Meeting City simply didn't have such forces.

Is this kid just a reckless fool? But where would a reckless fool get 800,000 Star Stones from?

"850,000!" the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder continued to increase the bid.

"900,000," Chu Hao said calmly, as if he were throwing away not 900,000 but just 90 pounds.

"1,000,000!" The Yellow Eyebrowed Elder gritted his teeth, trying to pressure Chu Hao with his momentum.

"1,100,000," Chu Hao said indifferently. This was still far from his limit, and even if he reached his final step, his tone wouldn't change, giving no clue to his true strength.

In bidding competitions, there's essentially no difference from gambling. You have to constantly give others the impression that "Lao Tzu has plenty of money," thereby intimidating the opponent. Sometimes, you can even secure a win at a lower price.

In his previous life, Chu Hao was a famous gambler with nerves of steel.

"1,150,000!" The Yellow Eyebrowed Elder began to sweat. He had accumulated only 1,400,000 Star Stones in his lifetime. Although there was still a gap to that number now, Chu Hao's calm demeanor made him feel completely insecure.

"1,200,000." No sooner had the elder's voice fallen than Chu Hao raised the bid again.

Can't compete, can he?

The Yellow Eyebrowed Elder thought to himself. His confidence had been shattered. In just a few bids, the price jumped from 800,000 to 1,200,000, while it had taken more than ten minutes to go from 100,000 to 800,000 before.

If they added slowly, even if all his Star Stones were exhausted, he wouldn't be afraid. But such a rapid escalation made him uncomfortable.

Cold sweat streamed down; his hands were shaking. At this moment, he no longer looked like a strong warrior. After all, the over 1,000,000 Star Stones he had on him were accumulated over 60 years of hard work—of course, his wealth was far more than that, but the expenses for a warrior were also high.

"1,200,000 once."

"1,200,000 twice."

The auctioneer had already started the countdown, but to the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder, it sounded as if it were coming from far away and he didn't notice at all.

Bang! A loud noise finally woke the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder. He hurriedly said, "1,300,000!"

"Sorry, it's already been sold," the auctioneer said apologetically but was inwardly almost swearing. He had deliberately paused when announcing the third time, looking at the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder's box, but the other party had no reaction.

"Oh, you bid now? Are you playing with me?"

Chu Hao waited for a while before the auction house brought him the White Jade Ginseng. Given the high price, he was also invited to a large hall for the transaction since counting over 1,000,000 Star Stones took time.

After the successful transaction, Chu Hao decided to leave immediately—even though he had one last herb left to be auctioned.

Could he still leave later if he didn't do so now after snatching food from a warrior's hand?

Chu Hao quietly left the auction house. He had already prepared. Entering an alley, he changed his clothes, put on a hat, and even altered his body shape to appear fatter.

He wasn't worried about the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder recognizing him, as they hadn't met face to face. Instead, he feared the auction house would reveal his characteristics, letting the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder know who to pursue.

Although Chu Hao had confidence in his movement technique, he absolutely didn't think he could outpace a warrior who could control artifacts to fly.

He didn't walk fast and instead strolled with the crowd. After an hour or so, he arrived at the northern city gate, paid the exit fee, and left.

At this point, he increased his speed. After traveling a distance on the official road, a mountain forest appeared ahead.

Chu Hao couldn't help but smile. Once he entered the forest area, even a warrior wouldn't be able to find him.

"Hmm?" He paused slightly and turned to look behind him, seeing two figures rushing towards him.

Neither of them were warriors.

When they got closer, Chu Hao sensed from their aura that one was a martial master, just over 20 years old, and the other was a martial sect like himself, around 40 years old, though it was difficult to tell his precise level. He was probably higher than Chu Hao.

Because he himself was just a First Tier Peak, at the bottom among martial sects.

Since the strongest of them was just a martial sect, Chu Hao felt no fear.

A martial sect in his 40s? What did that mean?

Terrible talent. Otherwise, he would've become a warrior already. Poor talent meant weak combat power, so even if he were at the Eighth Tier Peak, Chu Hao might not win, but he could definitely escape.

He had already vaguely guessed their identity.

"Why aren't you running?" The young man stared at Chu Hao, his face showing a sneer.

As expected, it was the Chai family member who had competed with him for the Star Shattering Pill earlier.

Chu Hao didn't even glance at him, instead staring at the black-clad middle-aged martial sect, saying, "Following an idiot, don't you feel humiliated?"

Idiot?

Chai Jian was stunned before realizing Chu Hao was talking about him. His eyes filled with vicious intent. Since the Star Shattering Pill was snatched by Chu Hao, he had someone keep an eye on Chu Hao's box. With the Chai Family's stronghold in West Meeting City, this was easy to do.

Therefore, as soon as Chu Hao left, he followed with his guard.

Why didn't he make a move in the city?

Simple, because he wanted to take the White Jade Ginseng too. If he acted in the city, the Yellow Eyebrowed Elder would soon find out. Did he have the right to compete with warriors? Moreover, the Chai Family was a well-known family in West Meeting City. How could he openly rob and kill, tarnishing the family's reputation?

So he decided to act once Chu Hao was outside the city. If he didn't act now, it would be hard to find Chu Hao once he entered the dense forest.

"Kill him!" Chai Jian said coldly.

"Yes, Second Young Master!" The black-clad middle-aged man answered sternly and then looked at Chu Hao with emotionless eyes, as if he were not a living person but just a pile of rotten flesh.

Chu Hao sighed and said, "We have no grievance or enmity, and you're only following orders. If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened. But if you make a move against me, I won't show mercy."

He was not a murder-crazed demon, so he tried to persuade the other.

A strange sound came, and the black-clad middle-aged man slowly drew the sword from his waist. The scraping sound of metal was so harsh it made one's teeth ache.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the black-clad middle-aged man made his move.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Before the blade reached him, the four-foot-long starlight at the tip had already attacked with terrifying destructive power.

To determine a martial artist's specific cultivation, it's easier for those with higher realms. Just one glance is enough, as they've gone through this stage themselves, making comparisons easy.

But how about those with lower realms?

There are many details to observe, such as recognizing a Three Meridians martial sect and judging another by comparing their aura. For martial sects, a more significant feature is the starlight.

With each small realm advancement, the starlight lengthens by about a foot. Four-foot-long starlight indicates a Four Meridians martial sect.

Four Meridians.

Chu Hao smiled inwardly. Although he was just a First Tier Peak, his cultivation was from a Ten Meridians martial master breakthrough, making his One Meridian equivalent to an ordinary Three Meridians Peak martial sect, just a hair's breadth from reaching Four Meridians.

Moreover, his cultivation technique was an Earth Level Middle-Grade Technique, making his Star Force more refined, comparable to an ordinary Four Meridians Early Stage martial sect.

Lets test this opponent's weight.

Chu Hao punched. Boom! A streak of starlight appeared on the punch. Though only a foot long, it contained a deep blue flame, emanating a chilling radiance.

Bang!

The two martial sects collided, and a gale burst forth, stirring dust and debris. The sonic booms were deafening, causing Chai Jian to cover his ears. His strength was too weak to withstand the shockwaves.

Chu Hao took a few steps back, while the black-clad middle-aged man did not retreat, but his body trembled as if he had caught a terrible illness.

He had been hit by Shocking Force, with all his power erupting inside him and unable to be released at all.

On the surface, Chu Hao seemed to be at a slight disadvantage, but the black-clad middle-aged man knew well he had taken the hit. His insides felt like they were boiling, almost making him want to vomit blood.

But how was this possible?

The other was definitely a One Meridian; the aura couldn't deceive.

A One Meridian, even a One Meridian Peak, was a small realm and more than two tiers lower than him, meaning nine times less power—a complete one-sided battle.

It made no sense. How could this be?

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