Chapter 51

"Named the Soul-Cutting Spear, this weapon was recently forged by Master Iron, a master weapon smith of the Five Spirits Sect, using Silver Star Iron as the main material. Within the spear, five hundred battle souls have been fused, and the wielder can activate the power of these battle souls with their own soul force, capable of injuring the enemy's soul and physical form. The starting price for this spear is five hundred thousand spirit stones. Each bid must not be less than fifty thousand spirit stones. The auction begins now." The old man surnamed Meng spoke calmly. As soon as his words were out, the entire auction hall fell silent for a moment, but then immediately erupted into a storm of excitement.

A treasure capable of injuring the soul is enough to cause a strong stir and fierce competition among all the cultivators present. It is important to know that the cultivation realm of a practitioner is closely related to the growth of the soul, which is the core and foundation of all cultivators. Historically, in the Dao Soul Continent, injuries to the soul are often very difficult to recover from. Minor cases can lead to a halt in cultivation progress, while severe cases can result in the complete loss of cultivation, or even becoming a vegetative state.

In fact, spirit weapons capable of injuring the soul are extremely rare in the cultivation world due to the extremely stringent conditions required for their creation.

Therefore, when the Soul-Cutting Spear was introduced, everyone in the auction hall was greatly moved and their hearts raced.

Truly worthy of being the famous secret auction of the entire continent, the first item to be auctioned caused a sensation among everyone.

Hua Xiajiu, sitting in a corner, was initially startled by the starting price of five hundred thousand spirit stones, but after considering the rarity of the spirit weapon, he understood that the low starting price of five hundred thousand spirit stones was not surprising.

The Soul-Cutting Spear, as the first item of the auction, immediately caused a sensation in the auction hall. For a time, the bidding voices rose and fell, driving the price up far beyond the starting price, reaching a level that left Hua Xiajiu speechless.

In the end, the Soul-Cutting Spear was purchased by an old man shrouded in black mist, whose face and figure were indistinct, for one million two hundred thousand spirit stones.

The auction of the Soul-Cutting Spear successfully ignited the atmosphere of the entire auction hall. Following the second item, although the next dozen items were not as precious as the first, each was a rare treasure for cultivators, pushing the atmosphere to its peak. Not only did it not subside, but it seemed to be intensifying.

This was Hua Xiajiu's first time attending an auction, and it was the first time he witnessed the madness of cultivators. After being repeatedly stunned by the prices of the auctioned items, his heart gradually calmed down. After careful consideration and calculation, he saw the advantages of auction items over ordinary trade items.

Hua Xiajiu was a very practical person. After making this judgment, he calmly watched the cultivators around him bid one after another while mentally sorting through the items in his storage bag, thinking about finding a suitable item to submit for auction. Especially when he saw several items that he needed, but due to his limited resources, he could only watch helplessly as the treasures were bid away by others, he became even more determined.

However, although Hua Xiajiu had recently killed several Spirit Formation Realm cultivators and obtained their storage bags, the people he killed, except for Zhao Shiguang who had some status, were otherwise ordinary and weak in cultivation, and had nothing of value to offer at this auction.

"The thirteenth auction item is the qualification token for the Purple Mist Sect's entry selection. I believe all of you know that tomorrow is the day when the Purple Mist Sect, ranked seventh among the Three Sects and Nine Schools of the Dao Soul Continent, holds its once-every-five-years disciple recruitment, and this token is the qualification token for participating in the entry selection." The old man surnamed Meng spoke calmly, and as he spoke, a sweet and lovely young girl appeared behind him, holding a jade tray with a white jade token on it.

As the old man surnamed Meng spoke, he raised his right hand, and the jade token on the tray held by the young girl immediately flew up and hovered in front of him.

"What? It really is this token. Why didn't I think of auctioning this token?" Hua Xiajiu regretted inwardly. In his storage bag, besides his own token, he also had Zhao Shiguang's token.

"The starting price for this token is one hundred thousand spirit stones. Each bid must not be less than ten thousand spirit stones. The auction begins now." The old man surnamed Meng, seeing that everyone understood the value of the token, did not say more and announced the start of the auction.

"One hundred and ten thousand spirit stones!" A man wearing a hood, whose age could not be discerned, sitting in the front left, eagerly called out as soon as the old man surnamed Meng finished speaking.

"One hundred and ten thousand spirit stones to join the Purple Mist Sect? What a delusion. I offer one hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones." A male cultivator with a slightly hoarse voice, whose figure was concealed, quickly followed.

"I offer one hundred and eighty thousand spirit stones. I am Elder Ma Sanping of the Ice Blood Sect, bidding for my grandson to join the Purple Mist Sect. I hope all fellow cultivators will give me some face." A cultivator shrouded in cold aura, but whose face was indistinct, stood up, emitting a powerful Qi of the late Core Formation Realm, and bowed to the surroundings, speaking in a seemingly polite manner, but with a clear threat in his eyes.

Feeling the powerful aura of the Ice Blood Sect's elder, many Core Formation Realm cultivators who were about to bid hesitated. However, there were still many who did not take the Ice Blood Sect's elder seriously, and some powerful and distinguished individuals even emitted faint sneers.

Hua Xiajiu was secretly observing Ma Sanping when he suddenly heard a sneer from the side, followed by a cold snort.

"Hmph! A mere elder of the Ice Blood Sect dares to threaten other cultivators here. How laughable! I offer two hundred thousand spirit stones."

Hua Xiajiu looked over and saw a man of moderate build, dressed in black robes and wearing a devil mask, sitting in the far corner to his left, staring coldly at Ma Sanping.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Ma Sanping's eyes as he gave the black-robed man a deep look and said coldly, "I offer two hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones."

"Two hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones!" The black-robed man was not to be outdone.

"Three hundred thousand spirit stones!" Ma Sanping, no longer looking at the black-robed man, slowly sat down and said calmly.

"Three hundred and ten thousand spirit stones!" The black-robed man called out without hesitation.

This time, Ma Sanping remained silent for a long time.

"This fellow cultivator offers three hundred and ten thousand spirit stones. Is there anyone else who wishes to bid?" The old man surnamed Meng, seeing that no one had bid for over a dozen breaths, said with a slight disappointment.

"Three hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" A pleasant and gentle female voice suddenly rang out, and the old man surnamed Meng's face immediately showed joy.

"Four hundred thousand spirit stones!" The black-robed man glanced at the woman in the middle, wearing a white veil, and said through gritted teeth, unwilling to give up.

"Four hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" The woman in the white veil paused slightly before raising her bid again.

"Five hundred thousand spirit stones! I am determined to get this item! Fellow cultivator, don't waste your time." The black-robed man did not hesitate, but Hua Xiajiu could faintly hear that his breathing was rapid and his heart was tense. Hua Xiajiu guessed that five hundred thousand spirit stones was already his limit.

"Five hundred and ten thousand spirit stones!" Ma Sanping, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly looked at the black-robed man and said.

"You are courting death!" The black-robed man cursed under his breath, giving Ma Sanping a glare that seemed to want to devour him, and then fell silent.

"Five hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones! I come from the Pill Deity Mountain. I hope Elder Ma will give me some convenience." As the woman in the white veil spoke, a rich medicinal fragrance spread from her body, permeating the surroundings.

I am so tired, my shoulders are aching terribly! Writing is really hard work. But all I ask for is a favorite, a recommendation, and a good review from all of you.

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