Chapter 317: The Weapon Codex
It was exactly as the Star Auction Pavilion had claimed—he finally needed to reexamine his own Body Martial Soul.
Otherwise, even if he one day broke through to the hundredth rank and attained godhood, his path would likely reach a dead end.
He could only hope that these two calligraphy scrolls would help him resolve the confusion that had haunted him for years.
"Six million!"
Immediately after, a middle‑aged man in embroidered robes raised his placard. He was a royal consecrator of the Star Luo Empire, clearly bidding on behalf of the imperial family to strengthen its power.
"Eight million!"
"Ten million!"
The price soared like a rocket, rising to twenty million within moments.
The atmosphere inside the hall grew fiery as the major powers competed relentlessly, none willing to yield.
Gu Yuena remained seated, her expression calm, seemingly uninterested in the scrolls. Yet the subtle movement of her fingers showed she was still paying close attention.
The other soul beasts—such as the Snow Emperor and the Evil Emperor—did not participate. What they found more valuable were Linyun's earlier words about the extreme of the Great Dao. Those insights mattered far more than the scrolls themselves.
At that moment, a hoarse voice rang out, "Twenty million."
It was Zhongli Wu of the Holy Spirit Cult. At his bid, several smaller factions immediately gave up.
No one wished to contend with the Cult; crossing them was as good as courting death.
"Twenty‑two million!"
Du Bushi, Sect Master of the Body Sect, raised his offer. He feared no Holy Spirit Cult and was determined to compete.
He cared little for the scrolls' utility—what intrigued him was the intent within the characters. Could they help him break the shackles of the Body Martial Soul and reach a higher realm?
"Twenty‑five million."
Zhongli Wu's tone was calm, as if discussing trivialities.
That amount shattered any remaining dreams the lesser factions held. Such sums were beyond their means.
Just when all assumed the matter settled, a steady old voice came from the VIP seats. "Thirty million."
It was Elder Xuan of Shrek Academy. The Academy, too, had its eyes on the scrolls.
If what the Pavilion said was true, this could be a rare chance for Shrek to take another leap forward.
Zhongli Wu frowned, letting out an audible snort before raising his voice, "Thirty‑five million!"
He despised Shrek Academy and refused to let them win at any cost.
…
Minutes passed, and the price climbed ever higher.
When a voice finally shouted "Fifty million gold soul coins!" the hall fell silent.
Linyun took in the crowd's expressions, already sensing who the eventual winner would be.
Yet before her gavel could fall, another voice rang out, calm and resolute. "Fifty‑five million. These two scrolls belong to the Body Sect."
Linyun glanced toward the Body Sect's master, her smile faint. "The Body Sect bids fifty‑five million. Any higher offers?"
Silence answered her.
"Fifty‑five million once!"
"Fifty‑five million twice!"
"Fifty‑five million three times! Sold!"
As the gavel struck, the two scrolls officially went to the Body Sect.
Du Bushi received them personally. The moment his fingers brushed the parchment, his Body Martial Soul trembled violently.
An immense current of intent burst into his body through the scrolls, deepening his comprehension of himself.
"What an incredible treasure," he thought.
He had initially felt the price steep, but now he realized he had gained far more than what he paid.
The resonance between the scrolls and his martial soul was undeniable—if he could truly grasp the connection between calligraphy and the Dao of the body, his future achievements would be limitless.
After Du Bushi returned to his seat, Linyun once more stepped onto the stage, clapping lightly to draw all attention.
"Congratulations to the Body Sect for acquiring two priceless treasures. Next, I will introduce the fifth auction item—a piece similar in essence to the scrolls, also containing the power of profound enlightenment."
As she spoke, the light curtain behind her brightened. A single ancient book floated in the air.
The cover bore no title, only faint weapon shadows flickering across it—now taking the form of swords, now spears, now great towers—radiating a heavy, ageless aura.
"This is the Weapon Codex."
Her tone carried a thread of mystery.
"It records the esoteric truths of the world's most common weapons—sword, blade, spear, tower, bow, shield, and many more. Unlike conventional techniques, this Codex contains no specific cultivation method, only insights into the essence and intent of each weapon."
She paused briefly, allowing her words to sink in.
"For soul masters whose martial souls are weapons, this book may yield unimaginable gains. A sword‑type martial soul user, for example, might learn from its passages the qualities of agility and resilience, transforming their sword aura entirely."
"A spear‑type martial soul user who comprehends the intent of unyielding advance may see the might of their soul skills double."
"Even tower‑type martial souls—if they grasp the true meaning of suppression and acceptance—might undergo evolution."
"Evolution of a martial soul?"
Gasps thundered through the hall.
For weapon‑type martial souls, advancement was the ultimate dream—almost impossible to achieve.
Especially for legendary spirits like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—its potential was believed long exhausted.
Ning Qitian's head snapped toward the projection of the Weapon Codex, his eyes burning with intensity.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was powerful yet limited. If this Codex could offer even a glimpse of evolution, his entire sect's fate would change forever.
He had long awaited the day the Pavilion would present something capable of revolutionizing his spirit.
In past auctions he had purchased heavenly soul bones that temporarily altered his Pagoda's form—but such effects were fleeting.
What he desired was true, permanent evolution—perhaps even the mythical Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda or a spirit capable of holding nine soul rings.
Now that possibility stood before him. His breathing quickened, his gaze locked onto the floating book.
No matter the cost, he vowed, this Codex would be his.
The two Title Douluo beside him were equally tense. One wielded a spear martial soul, the other a sword.
Both belonged to the realm of weapon spirits—and the Pavilion had just declared that the Codex contained the deepest insights into their paths.
If it could truly help them surpass their bottlenecks and glimpse the ultimate Dao of weaponry, this would be the opportunity of a lifetime.
(END CHAPTER)
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