Chapter 1351

For tens of millions of spirit stones, to three pieces of true spirit scales, it was merely a simple number at this moment. Everyone harbored the fantasy of overnight cultivation advancement.

After all, once cultivation advances to the Soul Transformation realm, each stage of promotion is extremely difficult, and most Soul Transformation cultivators remain stuck in the early stage for life.

Now this dream was right before their eyes, no wonder the cultivators went mad without hesitation.

But no matter how crazy it made people, there was always a limit to when they had to sober up.

When the bidding price suddenly broke through twenty-five million spirit stones, only a handful of cultivators with the strength to continue bidding remained.

Only three people were left in the final contest.

One of them was none other than the cultivator who had previously won the true toad spirit blood, his voice still languid.

The other two were one exceptionally aged and one clear and pleasant, seemingly an old man and a young female cultivator respectively.

These three each added one million at a time, and in the blink of an eye approached the sky-high price of thirty million.

When the owner of the languid voice actually called out thirty million, the female cultivator and the old man's voices stopped abruptly.

It seemed this price had exceeded their limits, and they could only fall silent unwillingly.

The cultivators stared with varied expressions at the air above the auction platform, where the numbers in the giant tray were changing color; when it completely turned crimson gold, it meant the item's ownership was settled.

"Thirty-one million"

A remarkably calm voice suddenly spoke.

As soon as this unfamiliar utterance was made, all cultivators in the hall were startled, then immediately began to gloats over misfortune.

It seemed even at such a sky-high price, the true spirit scales still had no certain owner.

Many cultivators' gazes suddenly shifted toward another flying pavilion in the air.

In that pavilion, Han Li sat composed and at ease.

"Thirty-two million"

The languid voice sounded somewhat surprised.

"Thirty-three million"

Han Li added the bid without hesitation.

"Thirty-four million"

The languid voice hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"Thirty-five million"

Many cultivators in the hall began to draw in cold breaths.

Even for true spirit scales, this price was somewhat too crazy. The spirit treasures ranked at the bottom of the Chaos Myriad Spirits List probably weren't worth more than this.

"Thirty-five million? Hmph! Fellow Daoist Chi, I suspect this fellow Daoist doesn't actually have that many spirit stones, and is merely causing trouble. Fellow Daoist, shouldn't you verify this person to see if he can really produce so much wealth?"

"After the bidding ends, I will personally verify this matter. But before that, I will not interrupt the auction. Please continue bidding, fellow Daoists." The red-surnamed old man remained unmoved, merely smiling faintly as he spoke.

Clearly, not knowing the identities of the two bidders, he would not easily offend either.

"Since Elder Chi holds that view, then I will no longer bid, to see if this fellow Daoist can really produce thirty-five million in collateral." The languid voice owner, somewhat angered, spoke with a mix of yin and yang tones, and truly stopped bidding.

As a result, when the numbers on the law tray turned crimson gold, the white-robed old man immediately announced the three true spirit scales belonged to Han Li. Then, personally leading the 'woman' holding the wooden box, her robes fluttering, she flew toward Han Li's flying pavilion.

His figure paused, the old man stopped in front of the pavilion.

Without a word, he flipped his hand, and a green-colored token appeared in his hand,

He lightly shook the flying pavilion wrapped in talismans, moved his figure, and directly entered the pavilion; the plain-clothed 'woman' also silently followed in.

Upon entering the pavilion, the red-surnamed old man glanced at Han Li bathed in white light and clouds, smiled slightly, then clasped his fist and said:

"Fellow Daoist Chi has already delivered the treasure; Fellow Daoist should now pay the spirit stones. If there is collateral, I and Fellow Daoist He will assess its value and convert it for you. If you feel underestimated, I can ask the other two fellow Daoists to come over."

The white-robed old man behaved with utmost courtesy.

"How could I not trust Fellow Daoist Chi and Fellow Daoist He's judgment? Please have the two of you appraise this item." After Han Li glanced at the wooden box in the 'woman's' hand, he flicked his sleeve, took out a prepared half-foot-sized brocade box, and said with a hehe smile.

As a white-robed old man, he didn't know how many treasures he had seen, merely nodded and took it over, lightly opened the box lid, and casually glanced inside.

A pure fragrance spread out! And the old man's gaze merely swept over, and his body suddenly shuddered violently, unable to avert his eyes in the slightest.

"Ten-thousand-year spirit herb!"

The old man drew a deep breath, finally shifting his gaze from the object in the box, but his expression toward Han Li became somewhat strange.

Upon hearing the words "ten-thousand-year spirit herb," the 'woman' likewise felt a violent shock in her heart, raised her eyebrows, took two steps forward, and likewise gazed into the jade box.

Only seen within a 'milky' white light, a stalk of entirely snow-white, several-inch-long spirit grass lay quietly in the box.

And on the surface of this grass, there appeared to be rune-like floral patterns flickering like illusions.

"Ten-thousand-year spirit patterns! Indeed, it looks like ten-thousand-year spirit grass, but whether genuine or not still needs further appraisal." The 'woman' gazed for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"For appraising spirit herbs and such, I am not as skilled as Fellow Daoist. Please have Fellow Daoist appraise this item." The white-robed old man also resumed his normal expression, and said courteously to the 'woman'.

The 'woman' nodded, put away the brocade box in her hand, then flipped her hand over, and suddenly a slender green-colored jade ruler appeared in her hand, about a chi long, its entire body inscribed with over twenty rings of spiral-like strange patterns.

After a flash of gaze, the 'woman' raised this ruler and pointed it slowly at the spirit grass in the jade box.

Result: when the green ruler touched the 'milky' white spirit light emitted by the spirit grass in the jade box, it responded with a low hum, and simultaneously, the rings of strange spirit patterns on the jade ruler lit up one after another.

Emerald-green light blazed dazzlingly!

When the green light finally stopped at the eleventh ring pattern, the 'woman's' calm and unperturbed face finally showed some emotion.

She re-examined the spirit grass in the jade box carefully, then affirmed:

"It is indeed ten-thousand-year spirit grass, and moreover a snow jiao grass about eleven thousand years old. Snow jiao grass is originally a rare spirit medicine; after ten thousand years, its value is at least half again greater than ordinary ten-thousand-year spirit medicine. I estimate it can be converted to about seven million spirit stones."

"Seven million. Hmm, not far from my estimate. Fellow Daoist, what do you think of our appraisal? If you have any objections, please feel free to raise them." The white-robed old man pondered slightly, then turned to Han Li and said.

"I have no objection to this price. Fellow Daoist, please accept these things; they should suffice as collateral for my bid." Han Li's wrist flashed with green light, then he successively produced four more jade boxes and tossed them over without a ripple.

The white-robed old man swept his arm, drawing all these jade boxes into his hand, then opened each lid one by one.

This time, although the old man tried to remain composed, his eyes twitched slightly, and he still shuddered uncontrollably.

"All ten-thousand-year spirit herbs?" He raised his head, his voice becoming slightly hoarse.

"How come your market doesn't accept this kind of spirit 'herb'?" Han Li chuckled lightly.

"Fellow Daoist, you're really joking." The white-robed old man laughed heartily, his gaze toward Han Li filled with undisguised astonishment.

The 'woman' also began to feel somewhat doubtful.

She re-examined the spirit herbs in these jade boxes one by one.

The result was an expression of utter disbelief on her face.

A single stalk of ten-thousand-year spirit herb naturally pales in comparison to true spirit scales as a supreme treasure, but in terms of use and demand, ten-thousand-year spirit herbs have such broad applications that they are essential medicinal guides or auxiliary materials for refining all Soul Transformation-grade spirit pills, and are almost eternally the most scarce item among high-level cultivators.

Moreover, this item itself is extraordinarily precious, nearly the best circulating commodity in the market second only to spirit stones. Perhaps other items might be refused by those shops, but ten-thousand-year spirit herbs will never be rejected by any establishment.

"Since Fellow Daoist He has confirmed them, these spirit herbs are naturally flawless. These three true spirit scales are now yours, Fellow Daoist. Please keep them carefully." After a flash of strange light in his eyes, the white-robed old man took out the brocade box again and handed it to Han Li with a beaming smile.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony. Hmm… not bad, the items are indeed without issue." Han Li made a grasping motion in the air without changing his expression, and instantly the brocade box flew straight into the silver霞. After lowering his head to briefly inspect it, he also nodded in satisfaction.

Although the white-robed old man was greatly curious about Han Li possessing so many stalks of ten-thousand-year spirit 'herb', he said nothing more, immediately storing the spirit 'herb' and, with a spell, leading the 'woman' away from the Ouyang Feitian Pavilion back to the auction platform.

The cultivators outside had only waited the time it takes to eat a meal, and given their habit of sitting in meditation for months at a time, this delay was naturally insignificant.

But as soon as they saw the red-surnamed old man and the other fly out, they immediately swept their gazes over, all eager to know whether the true spirit scales had truly been traded successfully.

"Fellow Daoists, there's no need to worry. The items have been successfully exchanged. Now begins the auction of the next treasure. This item is a spirit treasure listed on the Chaos Myriad Spirits Ranking, its value surpassing even that of true spirit scales. This is the Spirit-Piercing Heaven Spirit Treasure 'Calm Sea Halberd', with a starting bid of twenty million!" The white-robed old man said nothing more about matters concerning Han Li, immediately announcing the auction of the next treasure.

The red-faced old man immediately stepped forward appropriately and directly took out a blue 'color'霞光万道 short halberd from his storage bracelet.

The cultivators in the hall naturally showed great enthusiasm for this item, and as soon as the old man slightly demonstrated a few unbelievable divine abilities of the short halberd, someone immediately began fiercely competing for it.

At this moment, Han Li, however, held a black-green 'color' scale between his fingers, observing it intently, appearing to have no interest whatsoever in that外界 Spirit-Piercing Heaven Treasure.

As a result, the short halberd was likewise won by a stranger cultivator at the price of thirty-five million.

Finally, the auction of the last item at this gathering is about to begin.

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