Chapter 65: Finale Auction Item

Upon setting foot on the path of cultivation, erase one's name on the road of reincarnation!

We cultivators must defy heaven, risking nine deaths for one life, seizing life from heaven! Strive for a sliver of hope, press forward bravely! For what purpose?

Longevity, escape reincarnation!

Bai Lao Da shouted, and the strong emotion in his voice infected a large portion of the cultivators.

Wang Ping muttered to himself: Upon setting foot on the path of cultivation, erase one's name on the road of reincarnation!

This is a proverb passed down since ancient times in the cultivation world; it is said that the higher one's cultivation, the easier it is to escape reincarnation and be reborn.

This amounts to living another life with one's memories intact.

When he was in the Qingyue Sect, he heard that there was a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the sect who was a reincarnated practitioner.

This rumor was spread in a mysterious manner.

It is said that only upon reaching Foundation Establishment and forming a divine sense can one possibly undergo reincarnated cultivation, but the probability is nearly zero.

No one knows whether reincarnation truly exists in this world, but the cultivation world does indeed have reincarnated practitioners.

There are also transmigrators like him.

There are too many secrets on the path of cultivation; Wang Ping sighed, and only by gradually becoming stronger can he resolve some doubts.

Below, after venting his emotions, Bai Lao gave an embarrassed smile and said:

"Sorry for the spectacle; seeing a Foundation Establishment Pill inevitably stirs some emotion."

The cultivators present understood that a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining would inevitably be moved upon seeing a Foundation Establishment Pill.

"Next, we will auction the first Foundation Establishment Pill, starting bid ten thousand spirit stones, each raise must be at least one thousand; bidding begins."

After Bai Lao composed his emotions, he announced the start of bidding.

As soon as his words fell, a series of bids rose and fell one after another.

"Ten thousand spirit stones!"

"Twelve thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand!"

………

"Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty-one thousand!"

"Twenty-two thousand!"

………

"Twenty-eight thousand!"

Wang Ping listened to the frantic bidding outside; he couldn't get a word in, for the Foundation Establishment Pill was already precious, and adding to that, Bai Lao had just stirred up such an emotional resonance.

It would be strange if the cultivators present weren't frenzied!

At this rate, it won't stop until it reaches thirty thousand!

The old sly and crafty Bai Lao Tou is truly a master at stirring emotions.

In the end, the first Foundation Establishment Pill was sold for thirty-one thousand spirit stones to a cultivator in a private booth.

This price is just shy of matching that of the damaged spirit armor.

Next, the auction for the second Foundation Establishment Pill began, and Wang Ping was the first to call out a bid:

"Twenty-eight thousand!"

"Twelve thousand!"

"Thirteen thousand!"

"Ten thousand… uh…"

"Ten thousand……?"

"One……"

"Fellow Daoist! What was the first bid just now?"

"I recall it was twenty-eight thousand!"

"Hahaha!"

The cultivators who reacted burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha! You killed me with laughter!"

"They bid twenty-eight thousand, you bid twelve thousand—you just knocked off sixteen thousand!"

Wang Ping, sitting in the upstairs booth, also felt like laughing at the situation.

Those few cultivators who had called out bids looked at each other, embarrassed and wanting to hide their faces and flee.

At the same time, they silently cursed the person who had just bid, saying he didn't follow the rules, acting as if having money made him awesome!

After being delayed by this farce, the item had already reached the final countdown.

Bai Lao cleared his throat and said:

"Fellow Daoists, twenty-eight thousand spirit stones—anyone else want to bid?"

After scanning the circle, he found no one bidding, and regretfully said:

"Three, two, one! Deal! Congratulations to the fellow Daoist upstairs for obtaining the second Foundation Establishment Pill!"

Deal?

Wang Ping was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that merely wanting a bit of quiet beside his ears would cause him to slightly raise the price!

It actually caused no one to continue bidding.

Gazing at the jade bottle in his hand, he could hardly believe it; Foundation Establishment-related items had never been part of his plans before.

It was only this time that Zhang Zuo and the others, wanting to bid on medicinal herbs at this auction, had given him ten thousand spirit stones; who would have thought that the auction there hadn't concluded yet, while here he obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill.

It truly proved that saying: nature toys with people!

Below, the auction platform.

The third Foundation Establishment Pill quickly began bidding; due to Wang Ping's earlier maneuver, this time a cultivator directly set the price at twenty‑eight thousand.

In the end, the third pill sold for twenty‑nine thousand.

Next, the fourth pill sold for thirty thousand; the most terrifying was the fifth, because it was the last one, the price directly rose to thirty‑two thousand.

Just one thousand more would equal the price of the spirit armor.

After the Foundation Establishment Pill auction ended, the venue suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and everyone's gazes unconsciously turned toward behind the auction platform.

The original Bai Lao had stepped down, and a cultivator in Foundation Establishment wearing pale‑blue spirit armor walked up.

All cultivators had a question arise in their minds:

How could there be a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

That Foundation Establishment cultivator stood on the stage with a faint smile and spoke softly:

"Fellow cultivators, I will auction the final item!"

His voice was soothing, and everyone heard it clearly.

This Foundation Establishment cultivator clearly didn't understand auction procedures, and he spoke directly:

"There is only one final item; the Alliance specially stipulated that only Qi Refining cultivators may bid for it. If one later reaches Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, they must go to one of the Alliance's five major branches to exchange for a Golden Core technique. As for how the exchange works, you will find out then!"

"All right! The Five Elements Technique Qingdi Changsheng Gong, Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment chapter, bidding starts, the base price…"

Saying this, he suddenly felt embarrassed; if he were outside the Western Drooping Land, he would have set the price at fifty thousand spirit stones, but considering how impoverished this place is, he thought a moment and finally said:

"The base price is just twenty thousand!"

Having said that, he noticed there was no movement in the auction hall, frowned, and coldly said:

"No one bidding? If so, I will take back the technique!"

At that, the venue instantly erupted!

"The renowned Five Elements Technique?"

"Qingdi Changsheng Gong?"

"A top‑level technique above top‑level!"

"Is it real? No, I need to examine it first to be sure!"

A cultivator suddenly jumped onto the auction platform, intending to reach out and grab the jade slip on the tray.

"Impudent!"

A cold shout rang out!

Immediately after, a massive aura swept over the entire venue, and Wang Ping nearly fainted.

Shocked in his heart, the Foundation Establishment cultivator's strength was terrifying to the extreme; even if his Azure Light Sword condensed into a green light ring, before this Foundation Establishment cultivator he would likely have no chance to strike.

That cultivator was directly pressed to the ground; under the pressure of the Foundation Establishment cultivator's aura, he also came to his senses, his face showing fear.

He hurriedly begged for mercy; the Foundation Establishment cultivator was clearly not a wanton killer, merely gave a cold glance at the cultivator kneeling and begging, then ordered the Treasure Gathering Pavilion cultivators to eject him from the auction hall.

"All right! Auction begins!"

As the Foundation Establishment cultivator withdrew his aura, many cultivators came to their senses.

Looking at the white jade slip on the auction platform, they all showed fiery enthusiasm, especially those cultivators possessing wood spirit roots, whose eyes revealed madness.

Compared to this technique, the Foundation Establishment Pill is nothing!

"Fifty thousand spirit stones! Friends, give me some face; I will surely repay you handsomely in the future!"

"Pah! Sweet words, but I fear you'll turn hostile later! I'll bid fifty‑five thousand spirit stones!"

"Qiu Hongye, must you oppose me?"

"Zhong Jian, you're just a match; if you've got the guts, name your price!"

In a private room on the second floor, the person named Zhong Jian shouted angrily, his eyes blood‑red as he stared at Qiu Hongye!

Then he fiercely turned his head and loudly ordered his subordinates:

"Hand over all your spirit stones, elixirs, and magic artifacts; when we return to the clan, I, Zhong Jian, will surely reward you handsomely!"

Beside him, Qiu Hongye respectfully asked: "Honored Foundation Establishment senior, may I read it now?"

That Foundation Establishment cultivator, bored, nodded.

"Wait a moment, auction house rules allow collateral!"

"Hmph! Are you ordering me around?"

That Foundation Establishment cultivator narrowed his eyes and replied in an unfriendly tone.

For him, as long as the Qingdi Changsheng Gong is sold, the Alliance doesn't care about this bit of auction money.

Coincidentally, he also doesn't care.

Qiu Hongye was delighted, while Zhong Jian nearly burst with rage; but the other party is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, indeed a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Alliance—even if his grandfather came, they probably wouldn't give him face.

"I say! You two! You're completely ignoring the rest of us! Those who don't know might think the Western Drooping Land is monopolized by your Qiu and Zhong families! I, Song You of the Three Yuan Alliance Heaven Sword Sect, bid sixty thousand!"

"You!"

Qiu Hongye's eyes flared with anger; seeing the Qingdi Changsheng Gong about to be his, it was disrupted by Song You, making him so furious he nearly spat blood.

Across from him, Zhong Jian revealed a gleeful smile!

The price of sixty thousand spirit stones is already high; basically no cultivator present can produce that amount.

Watching Song You appear certain of victory, Wang Ping frowned slightly, wondering if the other party had also obtained the information beforehand.

The price of the Qingdi Changsheng Gong exceeded his expectations; fortunately, he had obtained an unexpected windfall outside the market.

Otherwise, he really might have watched the technique slip away from under his very eyes.

"Since no one is bidding! Three!"

Song You was so excited he almost burst out laughing to the heavens; he never expected the final item to be so precious.

Thinking back to before he left the sect, the sect elders had given him fifty thousand spirit stones; he couldn't help muttering: 'Could someone in the sect have learned about this final auction item?'

But it doesn't matter now; although he lacks a wood spiritual root, he managed to acquire this cultivation method at auction, and upon returning to the sect he will turn it over.

By then, his treatment and status will likely surpass his expectations.

"Two!"

Already counted to two, it's done! Song You's face lit with excitement, he even wanted to fly down.

"Seventy thousand spirit stones!"

Just before he could say 'one', Wang Ping announced his bid!