Chapter 63: The Fisherman Reaps the Profit

For a time, the sound of bidding was incessant, and in no time at all, it reached 800,000 Lower-grade Spirit Stones. This auction was truly extraordinary; the first treasure was surprisingly popular, and in the end, this set of Lower-grade Dharma Treasure sold for the sky-high price of 850,000 Spirit Stones.

Su Zhangqing naturally would not participate in the scramble. Although such treasures were rare, they did not catch his eye. The Heaven-Covering Scripture he cultivated focused on the self, and his physical body was incomparably strong, not even inferior to a Low-grade Dharma Treasure; this treasure would not be of much help to him.

After experiencing this auction, the crowd's emotions were suddenly stirred up. Seeing such a scene, a look of satisfaction appeared on Bai Ruxue's face.

Soon, a second maidservant respectfully brought a tray onto the auction stage.

What treasure would it be this time? Su Zhangqing's expression shifted slightly as he looked over, only to see a stone the size of an infant's fist, entirely crimson-gold in color, appear before his eyes.

"Red Essence Stone, a Third-grade Spiritual Material. Such a small piece weighs a full hundred catties and is incomparably hard in texture. If any of you wish to refine defensive Dharma Treasures, you must not miss this."

Bai Ruxue's sweet voice rang out.

"The base price is 500,000 Spirit Stones."

Many people gasped; upon hearing such a high price, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Why, is there no one to bid?"

Bai Ruxue's gaze swept slowly across the surroundings, a faint smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"Since that is the case, I shall speak for myself; I bid 500,000 Spirit Stones."

Su Zhangqing was slightly stunned. Could the auctioneer actually bid for themselves?

In fact, besides Bai Ruxue, there were several Protectors of Treasures around the venue maintaining order; their expressions were incomparably calm, and they did not speak.

It seemed this situation was permitted.

"One, two... it seems no fellow Daoist wants it, then this item shall belong to..."

Before the words had faded, a voice rang out.

"Hmph, fellow Daoist, you have a fine plan, wanting to take away such a large piece of Gold Essence Stone for 500,000 Spirit Stones. I bid 600,000 Spirit Stones!"

Suddenly, everyone looked over.

Su Zhangqing's expression shifted, and he looked up. It was an old man who appeared to be seventy or eighty years old, with white hair and a white beard, wearing a black robe. The aura on his body was not weak; he was already at the Golden Core mid-stage of cultivation.

"So it is Sect Master Long of the Heaven Dragon Sect. I have heard that the Heaven Dragon Sect is wealthy; your bid is so generous, it seems the rumors are not false."

A look of disappointment appeared on Bai Ruxue's face.

The treasure that was almost in her hands had flown away; anyone would be unhappy.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist Bai is too kind. If it were not for the fact that this old man urgently needs this item, I would not compete with you for this Gold Essence Stone."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly.

Su Zhangqing was incomparably shocked. Previously, he considered himself to have substantial wealth, but now it seemed he had underestimated the people of the world, especially those sects and families who, after millions of years of accumulation, were truly extraordinary.

Time passed, and the auction continued.

Next, maidservants appeared one after another, each holding a tray, and on every tray were treasures of great value.

They often caused these Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators to fight desperately for them. Of course, there were also items that failed to sell, such as an unknown jade slip; according to Bai Ruxue's introduction, it was a cultivation technique called the "Nine Heavens Profound Art."

Many present had heard of Jiuxiao Sanren; he was a very famous rogue cultivator from over a thousand years ago. Although he was a lone individual, his divine abilities were excellent, and he had even become a Nascent Soul great cultivator.

Originally, such an item should not have failed to sell, but the price was too expensive: 3 million Spirit Stones.

If it were some heaven-defying pill, the old monsters present would grit their teeth and compete for it, no matter how much it pained them.

If it were a cultivation technique, then forget it.

After all, with their cultivation at this level, even if Jiuxiao Sanren were powerful, it was impossible to restart their cultivation of divine abilities and techniques. Buying this thing could only be done to take it back to their sect to provide for their descendants.

Although it had great benefits for their sect, it had no benefits for the individual. Cultivators were selfish and would not spend so many Spirit Stones for the sake of sect Disciples; even if they had that huge sum in their hands, they would buy treasures useful to themselves.

In a short while, the maidservants had been changed several times; after each group finished auctioning, they would go down, and then new maidservants would bring up other treasures.

"One Yellow Spring Pill, starting price 1 million Spirit Stones." Bai Ruxue's voice rang out.

"Yellow Spring Pill?"

Upon hearing this, Su Zhangqing's eyes opened wide.

He saw Bai Ruxue lightly raise her right hand, and the red cloth on another tray was lifted; there was only one item on it, an earthy-yellow pill the size of a dragon's eye.

"This Yellow Spring Pill, fellow Daoists must be aware, is extremely difficult to refine. It has great benefits for physical body cultivation. The starting price is now 1 million Spirit Stones."

Su Zhangqing looked at the Yellow Spring Pill, a look of temptation appearing in his eyes.

The Heaven-Covering Scripture was a cultivation technique for the self, and the Yellow Spring Pill was naturally of great help to him.

To him, the Yellow Spring Pill had incomparable allure. No matter what, Su Zhangqing was unwilling to just give up like this.

Thinking of this, he breathed deeply to calm his mind; Su Zhangqing did not act immediately.

He would watch the situation first; in any case, as long as the auction had not ended, he could bid at any time.

One million Spirit Stones was already an astronomical figure for ordinary cultivators, but those who could come here were all wealthy, and the vast majority represented sects and families, supported by years of sect accumulation; this price was nothing.

The cultivation world was not only a place where the weak were prey to the strong, but it also had an unimaginable wealth gap; wealth was directly proportional to cultivation.

Foundation Establishment Stage Disciples who had just stepped into cultivation would go to deep mountains, great marshes, wildernesses, and canyons, risking their lives to find various spiritual medicines and treasures; being able to obtain one or two thousand Spirit Stones was already very good.

However, high-level cultivators spent money like water. The transaction price of any single item at this auction was enough for an ordinary small cultivator to use for several hundred years.

Now that so many people were bidding for the Yellow Spring Pill, it seemed that without spending a fortune, one would not be able to take the treasure.

"This old man bids 1.1 million Spirit Stones."

The speaker was an old man in white clothes with white hair.

However, before his words had finished, a loud laugh rang out.

"Haha, the Yellow Spring Pill, this old man has been looking for it for many years. No one is allowed to snatch it; I am determined to have this item. 1.2 million Spirit Stones."

Although the cultivators who came to the auction were all wealthy and imposing, they still could not help but gasp upon hearing such a generous way of increasing the bid.

The other party's tone was incomparably arrogant, not putting the people present in his eyes. The auction was a contest of financial power, yet he actually uttered threats like telling others not to compete with him.

For a time, all the cultivators looked over, wanting to see what kind of sacred person such an arrogant figure was.

"Golden Core late-stage, with a skull mark on his forehead; could it be the Great Elder of the Yin Corpse Sect?"

"Correct, it is indeed Kulu Laomo. Besides him, who else would dare to be so arrogant?"

"This old devil is only at the late Golden Core stage, so why is he so arrogant?" "What do you know? Among Golden Core cultivators, there are also differences in strength. Not to mention his background, do you think just any Golden Core cultivator could be a match for Kulu Laomo? Far from it. With this old devil's demonic arts, he rarely has an equal among his peers!"

"Is that for real?"

"Hmph, believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, as far as I know, at least seven or eight late Golden Core cultivators have died at the hands of this old devil."

Kulu Laomo?

Su Changqing's expression shifted; the Great Elder of the Corpse Yin Sect, this matter was indeed a bit thorny, but he naturally would not be afraid.

Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he would still fight for it! (End of this chapter)