Chapter 240: So many Spirit-Gathering Pills

Seeing Long Xuan remain silent for so long, Old Sun wore a look of disdain, though in reality, he was panicking.

What was going on? Just a moment ago, he had clearly remained calm, and his speed in raising the bid was extremely fast, obviously leaving plenty of room.

Thirty-four Spirit-Gathering Pills should be far from his limit; why did he suddenly stop bidding? This didn't make sense.

It was precisely because he saw that this person was far too confident that he chose to call out a few more Spirit-Gathering Pills to trap him, waiting only for him to show a hint of hesitation before pulling back.

Who would have thought that after he only raised the bid once, this person would stop bidding? Now things were serious; he was going to be played to death this time. Cold sweat broke out on Old Sun's back.

"Hmph! Why don't you keep bidding? Weren't you very confident just now? Giving up so soon?" Old Sun taunted.

At this moment, he could only use a goading tactic to provoke Long Xuan into continuing to bid. He swore that as long as this person called out one more Spirit-Gathering Pill, he would immediately stop.

Long Xuan glanced at him indifferently and shook his head speechlessly.

Since the other party was bluffing, he could not be a sucker and keep raising the bid no matter what. Otherwise, if he bluffed by another thirty, would he have to keep bidding too?

Even though it was easy for him to refine Spirit-Gathering Pills, his pills didn't just fall from the sky. Furthermore, his Spirit-Gathering Pills were needed to trade for many other materials, and they might not be enough.

Since this Old Sun had the heart to trap him, then he could go to hell; he wasn't worth pitying.

After giving him a cold look, Long Xuan suddenly smiled: "You win! Since Old Sun is determined to have these ten Iron Woods, then this junior will yield to your wishes!"

Old Sun suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood. A fine "yield to your wishes"—he finally experienced the feeling of lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet.

Cold sweat poured down him instantly, and his face turned ashen.

Now he was in big trouble. He couldn't produce so many Spirit-Gathering Pills at all. How was he supposed to end this?

With so many people watching below, he was afraid he would make a huge fool of himself in public today and lose all face.

Old Sun sighed inwardly and pretended to rummage through his storage bag. When he pulled out thirty-two pill bottles, his expression suddenly changed:

"Oh my! This is bad. I forgot that two Spirit-Gathering Pills were traded away this morning. I only have thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills now."

Old Sun looked embarrassed and said to Young Master Mo: "I am truly sorry, I misremembered the quantity. How about I yield them to that young friend for the price of thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone below twitched, and they looked at Old Sun with strange faces.

There were no fools present; how could they not see that he had tried to maliciously drive up the price only to end up trapped by his own hand?

Now Young Master Mo was asking him for the Spirit-Gathering Pills, but he couldn't produce them. This was truly a massive joke.

They had attended countless trading sessions, but this was the first time they had seen such a blunder. Everyone couldn't help but smile, watching this scene as if it were a good show.

"What? You can't produce that many Spirit-Gathering Pills! Then why were you shouting blindly!"

Young Master Mo's face turned completely black. Daring to bid wildly at his trading session only to back out at the end—wasn't this smashing his stall?

If he let this Old Sun off easily, where would his face as Young Master Mo be? Wouldn't everyone stop following the rules at future trading sessions?

Just as he was about to speak, that Steward Mo in the distance suddenly released the aura of a Gu King and spoke:

"Alright, since Old Sun cannot produce so many Spirit-Gathering Pills, then we shall postpone it, and Master Ye shall trade for the ten Iron Woods with thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills."

"However, this kind of behavior must never be tolerated. Otherwise, how can future trading sessions be held? And where would the face of my Mo Clan be?"

Steward Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "Old Sun, you broke the rules first. It is reasonable and fair for me to fine you thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills, right? Do you have any objections?"

Steward Mo's Gu King aura enveloped Old Sun, filled with threats.

Old Sun broke into a cold sweat instantly, his old face twitching non-stop.

Good heavens, he was actually going to take all his Spirit-Gathering Pills. This was too ruthless; wasn't this bleeding him dry?

This Steward Mo was simply opening his mouth like a lion, ruthlessly slaughtering him while he had the upper hand. He was too greedy.

But under the shroud of the Gu King's aura, he had to submit. Otherwise, it would be not giving this Gu King face, and this "Mo the Skinner" would have an excuse to deal with him, and he would likely lose even more then.

He took a deep breath, turned his head stiffly, and forced a smile at Young Master Mo while suppressing the heartache in his heart:

"I am truly sorry, this old man was muddled. I deserve to be fined. These thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills are a gift to Young Master Mo as an apology. I hope Young Master Mo will not hold it against this old man."

Old Sun walked slowly to Young Master Mo's side, placed the thirty-two pill bottles containing the Spirit-Gathering Pills on the table with reluctance, forcibly looked away, and retreated.

At this moment, his heart was dripping blood. Those were thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills; what a massive fortune that was!

Every Essence-Refining Gu Master would have to spend at least half their net worth to trade for one. Heaven knows how much time he had spent refining those thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills and how much of his cultivation time it had delayed.

Losing thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills was simply too painful for a normal alchemist.

Young Master Mo looked blankly at the thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills on the table. Soon, Long Xuan placed another thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills on the table, and his head instantly grew large.

Good heavens, that was a total of sixty-four Realm-Breaking Pills! Eating so many Realm-Breaking Pills, surely even a pig could break through, right?

He truly didn't want to break through. If he pretended to fail his breakthrough, wouldn't it be a bit too fake? Wouldn't his old man break his legs?

He looked dismissive of so many Realm-Breaking Pills, yet the hundreds of Essence-Refining Gu Masters below were practically glowing with greed as they looked at them.

As long as there were Realm-Breaking Pills, there was a possibility of becoming a Spirit-Sea Gu Master.

Who didn't want to become a Spirit-Sea powerhouse? The temptation of becoming a Spirit-Sea powerhouse was simply too great for them. They wished they could swarm up and snatch the Realm-Breaking Pills on the table clean right now, but cowed by the Mo Clan's strength, everyone could only forcibly suppress this thought.

Not everyone was a freak like Young Master Mo, who actually didn't want to break through or want the Realm-Breaking Pills.

After Young Master Mo collected all the Realm-Breaking Pills, he said helplessly: "Alright, those ten nine-hundred-year Iron Woods are yours. You can take them all away now!"

"Those were all treasures I painstakingly accumulated. You must treat them well."

"Rest assured, I will let them realize their maximum value."

Long Xuan looked at this Young Master Mo with surprise. He hadn't expected this person to remain calm in the face of so many Realm-Breaking Pills without a hint of joy. His state of mind was very high; he was an extraordinary figure.

Thinking this, Long Xuan walked quickly to the ten Iron Woods and then collected all ten into his storage ring.

It was only because his storage ring was a large-capacity model, and he had already moved the treasures inside into the World Tree seed in advance, that he could fit ten iron trees; otherwise, there would have been no way to store them.

These things were not something normal storage equipment could easily hold; otherwise, that group of servants wouldn't have had to laboriously carry the ten Iron Woods over.

It was also because these Iron Woods were not of high age, only nine hundred years; otherwise, their volume would be even larger. It was said that after growing to a thousand years, they would have a qualitative leap, and both their volume and hardness would be greatly enhanced.

Just as he finished collecting the ten Iron Woods, Young Master Mo couldn't bear to watch those treasures being taken away and had already walked down from the table.

According to the rules, the next person to take the stage was him. Doing so could save time.

Of course, he could also choose to give up showing his treasures and choose to walk down directly; naturally, others would volunteer.

Long Xuan walked generously to the table and hung a material list recording over a hundred types of spirit herbs in front of the table for everyone to see.

Seeing the pills recorded on the material list, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, half of them were thousand-year spirit herbs, and the minimum age of the remaining spirit herbs was five hundred years. These were simply too rare; they were all items that had a price but no market, extremely difficult to find.

What kind of pill were they refining that required so many expensive spirit herbs? Everyone was shocked.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come. They saw this Master Ye, who had just spent thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills, now place another hundred Spirit-Gathering Pills on the table. Everyone was scared silly, couldn't help but stand up, their eyes dull, and everyone's breathing became rapid.

So many Spirit-Gathering Pills—how many Spirit-Sea powerhouses would this break through? When had they ever seen such a terrifying quantity of Realm-Breaking Pills? Everyone was stunned.

Were the Spirit-Gathering Pills in this Master Ye's house free? He took them out by the handful. They had thought that his taking out thirty-two Spirit-Gathering Pills just now was shocking enough, but they hadn't expected that this was far from his limit.

What was that Old Sun thinking, daring to compete with this freak for Spirit-Gathering Pills? He didn't lose unjustly.

At this moment, Old Sun looked at the pill bottles filling half the table, his mouth twitched, and he was stunned on the spot. He wished he could slap himself right now; he had been muddled just now to dare compare the quantity of Spirit-Gathering Pills with this freak.

Long Xuan smiled as he arranged the hundred pill bottles on the table and said with a smile to the Gu Masters below: "These are all Spirit-Gathering Pills refined by my master in his spare time, entrusted to me to sell."

"Everything my master needs is on this paper. One thousand-year item for one pill—I think the value should be equivalent. Two five-hundred-year items for one pill. Now, who wants to trade?"

Long Xuan smiled and scanned the crowd. Everything recorded on this paper was what he hadn't yet collected for the Soul-Reviving Pill formula.

Those thousand-year spirit herbs couldn't be collected on the market at all, so he could only try his luck at this trading session.

The Essence-Refining Gu Masters below were all famous Gu Masters from all over the world, and their net worths were more astonishing than the last. Perhaps he really could collect them all today.

If he was lucky, he could refine the Soul-Reviving Pill today.

Hearing this, Old Sun clenched his fists, finally realizing he had kicked an iron plate. He hadn't expected this person to have a mysterious alchemist master behind him who could easily refine over a hundred Spirit-Gathering Pills.

Why didn't he say so earlier? If he had said so earlier, why would he have courted this disaster? Wasn't this seeking death?

That was right, how could this genius alchemist not have a powerful master behind him? He should have thought of that earlier. Old Sun's face turned ashen.

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