Murim Recurve

'That…that's not possible. How could something like that exist?' Ki'Nua was shocked, trembling in fear and excitement. She tried her best to control herself, quickly using her Ghost Mask to mask her body behaviour, appearing nonchalant in the eyes of the auctioneer lady.

But, many people among the crowd too were excited. After all, the mural had something subtle in it that drew their attention. It was similar to the metal inscription murals their painters made. Moreover, this was a treasure from the Treka, the race with the oldest and richest history.

So, there might be a lot of value in it. Even otherwise, just the sheer presence it emitted would inspire them to create a whole new Pranic Art. After all, anything was possible. One only needed a source for inspiration. And for something as inspiring as the mural, the attention of the people was captured.

Upon seeing the crowd's reaction, the auctioneer lady subtly smiled. She acted the same as usual, looking around the crowd as she tried to hype them up even more. But all along, her gazes were on the Clan Heads, seeing their level of interest.

They seemed pretty interested too. But, they weren't completely bent on obtaining it, judging by their determined postures. The auctioneer continued with her act while thinking, 'They are probably here for the final auction items.'

Followed by a boisterous laugh, she spoke, "This was an ancient mural dating back to more than 1000 years ago. It seems to be a fragment of one of the temples the Treka had built back in the days. This was probably forgotten when they fell from grace and were busy preserving their lives."

Her voice boomed through as her energy levels hyped up the crowd, "In our recent expedition into the land of the Treka, while digging up an ambush for our foes, we unearthed it. Thanks to the valiant efforts of our soldiers, not only did we managed to ambush the Treka successfully, but also managed to bring this mural and a lot of other relics of their past back."

"Just the sheer presence it emits would be obvious right? Even based on my experience, I can clearly state that you will get enough inspiration to create a Pranic Art." She pointed at the mural, "Moreover, this entire piece is coated with a dense Earth Qi. Even if you have no other use, just planting it in the soil would spike the land's vitality in the area."

The mural wall looked like a thick slab of rock. And, inscribed on it were two people. One of them was a short man, possessing two pairs of arms. His rotund body was bursting with power. And kneeling on the ground before him was a bleeding serpent, riddled with injuries.

The horns on its head seemed to have been ripped out and were currently held in the mouth of the second man with a rotund body who was currently pressing the head of the serpent on the ground. The two of them seemed like valiant warriors who had been the overlords of war numerous times.

The two were from the race of Treka. And just the sheer sense of dominance they exuded in it made it apparent the mural was from the time when the Treka were a dominant part of the world. It was from their golden ages.

Among the two Treka people, one was wielding a knife. But in his arms, it seemed like a short sword. And, the second Treka was wearing a shield. One for attack, and one for defence; it seemed they had used such a combination to defeat the serpent, which seemed rather huge. After all, just its eyes alone were bigger than their bodies.

Only a fraction of its head was inscribed in the mural, as if its body spanned the entire mural that formed the temple and this was but a fragment of it.

Followed by a cheer, the auctioneer lady shouted energetically, "Starting price is 800 RuQi. You can bid for it now!"

Numerous levers went up immediately, and shockingly, the price crossed a 1000 RuQi immediately. Even though Re'Kha was interested in it, she didn't have the capability to bring something like that with her.

Moreover, she didn't have any interest in creating a Pranic Art. After all, making one wasn't easy. It took some people their entire lifetime before they completed it. The mural was only guaranteed to give inspiration. It wasn't able to speed up the process of the Pranic Art's creation.

So, to her, it had almost no practical value. Besides, there were many Pranic Arts suitable to her in the book, Bodhi that her master had made for her. That was what she could feel. After all, just the first Pranic Art, the Wind Blade defied common sense.

So, Re'Kha decided to sit this one out. As she was looking through the actions of others, she noticed Ki'Nua was bidding for it too, seeming rather interested in the mural.

'Did she always have this much interest in murals?' Re'Kha thought of the time when Ki'Nua was telling her about the metal slab painting—inscription—that she had obtained before. Just by the enthusiasm she expressed, there might be a reason she wanted to buy it. Besides, since her metal slab painting was taken out to be disposed of, she might be planning to buy this as a form of compensation.

As she thought of this, Re'Kha noticed how most of the people bidding for it bailed out soon enough once it crossed 1200 RuQi, feeling that it wasn't worth it anymore. Only two people were bidding for it now, Ki'Nua and another person seated at the very back.

For some reason, when Re'Kha focused on the person at the back, her heart began to thump rapidly all of a sudden. Moreover, when she slipped in through the gaps in the other party's gown in hopes of seeing the face, she was shocked.

For, all she could see was a blank space. There wasn't anything else, as if the other party's entire skin was suffused with Elemental Qi.