Chapter 45

"Crazy! All crazy!"

Watching one Qi Condensation cultivator after another bidding crazily, even the VIPs who were sitting calmly in the private rooms were arguing until their faces were red and ears were red, Fang Xing felt a chill coming.

'Isn't it only suitable for cultivators practicing fire-attribute cultivation methods? Why are you all so crazy?'

He didn't know that for these Qi Condensation cultivators, this was their "Dao Path"!

No matter what, it was worth a fight.

Furthermore, Qianyuan Fire Evil is most suitable for cultivators practicing fire-attribute cultivation methods, but it doesn't mean that cultivators practicing other attribute cultivation methods cannot use it.

For example, according to the theory of mutual generation of the five elements, fire generates earth, so cultivators practicing earth-attribute cultivation methods can barely use it, but the effect will be weakened by 20% to 30%.

And if it is a cultivator practicing yang-attribute cultivation methods, it might only be weakened by 10% to 20%!

Even for other cultivators, as long as it is not the water-attribute cultivation method that is most mutually exclusive, it is worth fighting for!

Maybe, it will succeed!

Once successful, one is immediately a Foundation Establishment ancestor, on par with the Zheng family ancestor, and can become the fourth largest force in Qinglin Market!

Even if defeated, it's just death.

In the market, death is an extremely common thing.

"This place is no longer suitable for me, let's go!"

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall; Fang Xing stood up immediately and walked out of the auction venue.

Coming to a counter, after taking out his token, he immediately paid 67 spirit stones and exchanged for a bottle of "Dragon Blood Pill."

After doing all this, Fang Xing didn't have the slightest hesitation, chose a door at random to leave the auction venue, and then headed straight for his home.

Perhaps most cultivators' attention was focused on the auction of the Foundation Establishment spirit item.

Or perhaps the value Fang Xing revealed was not high.

Or perhaps the Profound Heaven Sect's deterrence was always there.

Anyway, Fang Xing arrived home safely, and nothing happened.

He let out a long breath, and only then did he look at the Dragon Blood Pill in his hand.

After pulling out the bottle stopper, he poured out pill after pill of crimson pills from the bottle.

"So a bottle of Dragon Blood Pill has five pills..."

Fang Xing sniffed, not smelling any bloody aura, only a rich and fragrant scent.

"Still the old rules, test for poison first, then try slowly..."

For things that enter the mouth, he was always very cautious: "Go to the Chick Star to sleep for a night first... The momentum of the Foundation Establishment cultivator at the end was truly stimulating..."

A few days later.

Shack area.

Hua Feiyue was sweating profusely, appearing somewhat exhausted: "Young Master... this slave can't hold on anymore!"

Fang Xing sat on the chair, his breathing slightly heavy, but he was somewhat regretful: "Still a bit short... your 'Seven Emotions Formula' is not good, it failed to completely draw out the emotions in my heart..."

That's right, he used spirit stones as a price to hire Hua Feiyue to assist him in practice.

By this time, Fang Xing had gained a lot in the realm of the Extreme Emotion Sword, and was only a little short of entry level.

"If this slave heard correctly, the reason why the Daoist's martial art cannot be entered is because you cannot draw out the most intense emotions in your heart?"

Perhaps because she received benefits, Hua Feiyue's address became much more formal.

"Exactly so."

Fang Xing considered that he had the foundation of the Ghost-God Blade in meditation and hypnosis; as long as he passed this hurdle, he should be able to enter the "Extreme Emotion Sword."

As long as he entered, and the blood bar lit up on the attribute panel, the rest was just a matter of how to liver it.

Hua Feiyue covered her lips and laughed; no matter how you looked at it, there was a taste of schadenfreude.

"Mental Wu Gong? That's a way." Fang Xing's eyes brightened.

"Besides this, if this kind of mental martial arts still cannot be stimulated, Daoist can also seek help from those cultivators. Cultivators have many means in this regard, such as illusions that attack the mind, talismans, and the like..." Hua Feiyue continued to suggest.

"However, stimulating oneself like this is slightly dangerous..." Fang Xing frowned slightly, feeling that it was better not to provoke cultivators for now.

On the contrary, Hua Feiyue's "Seven Emotions Formula," he could try it; anyway, he had the "Soul-Returning Pill" as a bottom line, so even if his spirit was damaged, it could be made up for.

"Why don't... you try first?"

Fang Xing put down the monster meat, interested.

"Okay, look into my eyes..." Hua Feiyue's eyes were somewhat blurred.

Fang Xing looked over and actually felt that in the other party's pupils, it was as if they were covered with a layer of glaze luster.

"This is the first form of the Seven Emotions—Joy!"

Accompanied by Hua Feiyue's voice, Fang Xing suddenly felt a "great joy" descend.

"A bit interesting, but wanting to completely draw out the emotions in my heart is not quite enough..."

He muttered.

"It seems Daoist's heart and will are very firm; you must cooperate with other means to have an effect..."

Hua Feiyue bit her lip: "This is the second form—Anger!"

The next instant, Fang Xing's eyes were somewhat red, feeling as if a fierce fire was burning in his body.

Several hours later.

Fang Xing carried the monster meat, his footsteps somewhat floating as he walked out of Hua Feiyue's shack.

"Hiss... this woman's tongue skills are truly amazing; I've decided, I'll ask her to be the female shopkeeper in the future...

"But no need to buy a shop first, just be a female stall owner..."

After today's tempering of the "Seven Emotions Formula," Fang Xing couldn't say he had entered the Extreme Emotion Sword, but he had also roughly figured out some ways.

As long as he persevered, he would surely be able to reach that mysterious state and successfully enter the "Extreme Emotion Sword"!

"Ten catties of monster meat in exchange for this, not a loss..."

A trace of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Two days later.

Zheng Family Auction Venue.

The venue was very large, and there were various spiritual patterns on the walls, swimming like fish.

At this time, it was the day the Zheng family auction opened!

Only to see the six big doors of the auction venue wide open, like a giant beast, swallowing the flow of people from all directions.

Fang Xing was gray-clothed and masked, wearing a bamboo hat, looking at this surging flow of people, feeling emotional in his heart.

He walked into the door and immediately saw a greeter.

"Does this guest want a private room? It only takes ten spirit stones. If you bid for a favorite item, you can immediately go to the private room for trading, and there are several roads and secret doors, so you can leave the auction venue at any time..."

This greeter spoke very quickly, obviously having said the same thing many times.

"No need!"

Fang Xing waved his hand. He originally had this intention, but thinking that he wasn't even a Primordial, yet booking a private room, would instead be very eye-catching!

Not to mention other cultivators, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the market could definitely release their divine sense and see many things.

'Of course, I am just an ordinary Primordial martial artist; even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator sees me, they won't care, and might even treat me as an ant... The premise is not to be too jumpy.'

Fang Xing touched the laser gun in his bosom.

This laser gun had no spiritual energy fluctuations at all, and was probably considered a rather exquisite secular mechanism creation in divine sense?

'To be honest, relying on the characteristic that the laser gun has no magic power fluctuations, I might really be able to sneak attack a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but I don't want to do that... It's better to practice steadily.'

He walked to the hall and found that it was quite empty, with many rosewood tables, and tea and snacks on the tables.

These snacks were made from materials like spirit rice, with exquisite shapes and fragrant tea.

'The Zheng family is still quite attentive...'

Fang Xing found an empty seat at random, sat down peacefully, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the auction to start.

Half an hour later, the entire hall was almost full of people, most of whom were cultivators, and there were also many Primordial and Postnatal martial artists.

In the private rooms, one fist-sized pearl after another bloomed with radiance.

Accompanied by three gongs, all eyes gathered on the high platform.

Fang Xing looked over and saw a thin, tall old man wearing an earthy yellow magic robe. His eyes were deep, with strands of golden light in them, and he was bowing to all sides:

"I am Zheng Yuanao, welcome everyone to this auction, and wish everyone can bid for their favorite items."

Zheng Yuanao had profound magic power, and his voice could be heard throughout the venue.

"It's him, the Zheng family's 'Golden-Eyed Eagle' Zheng Yuanao... Qi Condensation perfection cultivator! No wonder it's as if he's speaking in my ear; sure enough, his magic power is profound!"

"Not only that, this person hosts the Zheng family's auction and pawnshop, and it is said that he has fiery eyes and golden pupils, never missing a shot, and has picked up many leaks..."

Listening to the discussion of the two cultivators next to him, Fang Xing couldn't help but become interested.

'It seems that his eyes are golden, is it because he practiced a special pupil technique?'

'Running an auction pawnshop, if the eyes aren't bright, it's indeed very easy to lose money...'

'The Zheng family ancestor has Foundation Establishment cultivation, which is enough to suppress the venue, plus this one, no wonder they make a fortune every day...'

He had a few more expectations for this auction in his heart.

At this time, Zheng Yuanao also let a maid with bright eyes and white teeth bring the first auction item of this auction to the stage:

"Top-grade magic tool—Iron Feather Sword! It is a rare set of magic tools, taking the most precious root life feather of seven 'Iron Feather Eagles,' mixed with iron essence and gold essence to forge. A set of seven flying swords in total, sharp and incomparable, indestructible, and can form a sword array..."

Fang Xing looked over and saw seven palm-sized black flying swords floating in the air under the other party's magic power, sword energy breaking through the air.

However, he was not a cultivator anyway, and had no interest in this kind of magic tool. 【45-103

On the contrary, those late-stage Qi Condensation, and even Qi Condensation perfection great experts, were very interested in the set of flying swords.

After all, a set of seven flying swords, if formed into a sword array, the power was truly not small.

"Iron Feather Sword, starting price 2,100 spirit stones, each increase not less than 10 spirit stones..."