EFB Chapter 202, Lot 4: "Glimpses"
Chapter 202, Lot 4: "Glimpses"
"The fourth item—" Old Mo's voice drew everyone's attention back from the aftermath of the bidding that had just ended.
Then the fourth maid stepped forward and unveiled the red silk on the tray.
A cool, silvery-white luster came into view.
A uniquely shaped fan lay quietly on the brocade.
The fan is made up of five long, slender, and willow-leaf-shaped metal blades. These five "blades" are delicately joined at the base to form an elegant handle.
Each "fan blade" is engraved with extremely intricate and mysterious dark patterns. These patterns are not decorations; they faintly flow with a spiritual light, as if they were breathing, exuding an overall aura of refinement, elegance, and understated danger.
Old Mo did not pick up the fan immediately. Instead, he first gestured for everyone to observe its unique structure. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice steady: "This fan is named 'Shadow Strike'."
Its name alone, combined with its unique appearance, has already piqued people's curiosity.
Mo Lao carefully picked up "Shadow" and infused it with a barely perceptible amount of spiritual power through his fingertips.
The dark patterns on the five silver-white fan blades lit up one after another, as if a gentle breeze was emanating from the fan ribs.
"The main body of this fan is forged from a rare type of 'light and ethereal cloud iron,' and the five fan blades are a single, seamless piece, not spliced together. The inscriptions on them are variations of ancient wind-type runes, designed specifically to guide and amplify the spiritual power of 'wind.'"
With a slight flick of his wrist, he seemingly casually swung it outward toward the hard, sturdy test stake that had been prepared far away on the side of the auction stage.
There were no deafening explosions, no dazzling lights or shadows.
Everyone felt that the air on the auction stage seemed to distort and ripple very slightly, and an almost invisible wave with an astonishing speed swept through the air.
The next moment, the sturdy ironwood stake, as thick as an adult's waist, silently broke into two neat pieces, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
Further behind the wooden stakes, on the special stone wall, there were several deep, crisscrossing cuts, each an inch deep!
All of this happened so quickly and so secretly that many people only realized what was happening when the wooden stakes collapsed with a muffled thud, and they immediately gasped in shock!
"As you can see," Mo Lao closed his fan, the spiritual light on the silver-white fan blades gradually fading, "the power of 'Shadow Strike' lies in its speed and stealth."
"By infusing spiritual power, one can unleash invisible wind blades with a mere flick of the wrist. Their attack trajectories are unpredictable and difficult to defend against, and their power is enough to cut through gold and jade."
"What's even more wonderful is that this fan requires relatively delicate control over spiritual energy. The size, force, and even range of the wind blades can all be finely adjusted at will, making it highly effective for controlling the field, launching surprise attacks, and attacking multiple targets."
"Although its material properties limit its spiritual energy capacity, classifying it as a 'mid-grade peak magic weapon,' its practicality and threat in specific situations are no less than that of an ordinary high-grade offensive magic weapon. Starting bid: 3,200 spirit stones, with each bid increment no less than 150."
The power of this actual demonstration is more impactful than any words.
The silent yet incredibly sharp invisible wind blades made all cultivators realize the terrifying value of this spirit fan in actual combat—especially for those cultivators who are skilled in technique, pursue a one-hit kill, or need precise mid-range strikes!
In the private room opposite, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Zhou Wanwan's cold eyes.
Although she is a sword cultivator and such magical artifacts are not what she needs, if she could acquire them from the Zhou Clan...
In private room number seven, Gongsun Yan, behind the beaded curtain, stopped tapping his fingers and leaned forward slightly.
He was extremely interested in the fan's concealment and maneuverability; it would be perfect whether used for personal assistance or as a surprise gift.
He seemed to have already seen the crucial role that this "fleeting glimpse" could play in certain specific situations.
Inside the private room where Lin Yuan was, Gong Yi's pupils contracted the moment he saw the ironwood stake being silently severed, and he immediately clapped and cheered.