Chapter 52

"WHAT! It's actually someone from the Pill Deity Mountain!"

"Such a rich medicinal fragrance, it seems to be a Pill Deity Mountain alchemist. Moreover, to carry the fragrance of medicine, this woman must be at least a Silver Cauldron Alchemist."

"Pill Deity Mountain is also one of the Three Sects and Nine Schools, with strength no less than the Purple Mystic Sect. Why would this woman need this token? Could it be that one of her juniors wants to join the Purple Mystic Sect?"

"Ha ha! Fellow Daoist, you don't know this. Although Pill Deity Mountain's alchemy is famous throughout the world, and the current Pill Deity has reached the peak of the Purple Cauldron, the alchemy skills of the Purple Mystic Sect's Alchemy Demon Master are even more astonishing, capable of moving heaven and earth, and making ghosts weep! It's said that his alchemy skills are not inferior to the Pill Deity's."

For a moment, as the medicinal fragrance spread throughout the auction hall, all the cultivators looked at the woman in the white veil, and a buzz of low voices began to rise, discussing the matter.

When Ma Sanping heard the woman in the white veil speak, his face changed slightly. After smelling the medicinal fragrance she intentionally emitted, he smiled bitterly and said to the woman, "Since you are a Pill Deity Mountain alchemist, I will have to give up this token with a heavy heart."

The woman in the white veil, seeing this, seemed not very surprised. She bowed slightly to Ma Sanping and said, "Thank you, Elder Ma, for your generosity. I am Wu Danxiang. If Elder Ma needs someone to refine pills, you can come to Pill Deity Mountain to find me."

Hearing this, the disappointment on Ma Sanping's face diminished significantly, and the others looked at him with envy. To receive a promise from at least a Silver Cauldron Alchemist was no less valuable than a Purple Mystic Sect entry token, especially since Ma Sanping had not paid any price for it.

"Ha ha ha! Thank you, Immortal Lady, for your kindness. If I need to refine pills, I will definitely come to Pill Deity Mountain to find you," Ma Sanping said politely to Wu Danxiang, not daring to be rude.

"Alright! If any of you have private matters, discuss them later! This Wu Immortal Lady has bid 550,000 spirit stones. If no one else bids, this token will belong to Wu Immortal Lady." The old man surnamed Meng clearly seemed dissatisfied that Wu Danxiang had used Pill Deity Mountain to force others to stop bidding, and said coldly.

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"The fourteenth auction item..."

Time slowly passed, and one item after another was sold until the old man surnamed Meng's voice sounded again.

"Up to now, half of the auction items have been sold. According to tradition, we will now have a free bidding session before continuing the auction. Free bidding means that if any of you have items you want the Dark Auction House to auction, you can now bring them to me for auction. I will be responsible for verifying the authenticity of the items and ensuring the safety of the items you bring." As soon as the old man surnamed Meng finished speaking, Hua Xiajiu's face lit up with joy, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"I have a high-grade spirit sword to be auctioned by Old Man Meng!" Before Hua Xiajiu could speak, the man in black robes to his left suddenly stood up, took out a sword-shaped spirit sword, and flashed to the central platform beside the old man surnamed Meng.

The old man surnamed Meng casually took the spirit sword from the man in black robes, carefully examined it with his soul sense, and said indifferently, "This sword is indeed a high-grade spirit weapon, but apart from being sharp and sturdy, it has no other special qualities. Therefore, the starting bid is 200,000 spirit stones, with each subsequent bid not less than 20,000 spirit stones. The auction begins now!"

"210,000 spirit stones!"

"230,000 spirit stones!"

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Before long, the high-grade spirit sword of the man in black robes was auctioned off, finally selling for 730,000 spirit stones. The transaction was completed on the spot, and after the old man surnamed Meng deducted one percent, he handed the money to the man in black robes.

Before the old man surnamed Meng could speak, a figure shrouded in black mist suddenly appeared on the platform, casually taking out a blue, glowing ore and handing it to the old man surnamed Meng for verification. The figure did not speak.

In this way, six people whose cultivation Hua Xiajiu could not discern appeared on the platform one after another. Only then did Hua Xiajiu find an opportunity to leap onto the platform, bow to the old man surnamed Meng, and hand over a Purple Mystic Sect entry token.

The old man surnamed Meng nodded at Hua Xiajiu, took the white token, and was surprised when he saw it. After a brief examination, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect there to be another Purple Mystic Sect entry token. Given that the previous token was auctioned for 550,000 spirit stones, I won't waste time. The starting bid for this token is 550,000 spirit stones, with each subsequent bid not less than 20,000 spirit stones. The auction begins now."

As soon as the old man surnamed Meng spoke, many people in the audience showed signs of surprise, especially Ma Sanping and the man in black robes, who were overjoyed.

"550,000 spirit stones!" Ma Sanping spoke first.

"600,000 spirit stones!" The man in black robes, who had just auctioned his high-grade spirit sword for over 600,000 spirit stones, seemed quite wealthy and directly added 50,000 spirit stones.

"610,000 spirit stones!" Ma Sanping hesitated slightly before speaking in a deep voice. If it weren't for Wu Danxiang's promise, he might not have bid 600,000 spirit stones for this token. But with that promise, he felt that attending this auction was worthwhile, so he gritted his teeth and added another 10,000 spirit stones.

"Humph! 700,000 spirit stones! Old man Ma, if you bid again, I'll give this token to you!" The man in black robes snorted coldly and said.

Ma Sanping's face changed several times. 600,000 spirit stones was his limit. He looked at the token in the old man surnamed Meng's hand with some reluctance, sighed bitterly, and closed his eyes in silence.

After a dozen breaths, the old man surnamed Meng smiled and scanned the audience, saying, "This fellow Daoist has bid 700,000 spirit stones. If no one else bids, please come to the platform to complete the transaction."

Although Hua Xiajiu had expected his token to sell for more than the previous one, he hadn't expected it to be 150,000 spirit stones higher. He was overjoyed and almost couldn't resist taking out the other token for auction.

After paying 7,000 spirit stones to the Dark Auction House, Hua Xiajiu obtained 693,000 spirit stones. He carefully put the storage bag containing the spirit stones in his pocket and, under the watchful eyes of the other cultivators, returned to his seat with caution.

At this moment, a figure shrouded in black mist appeared on the platform, took out a blue longbow, and handed it to the old man surnamed Meng while speaking in a slightly hoarse voice, "Wind Spirit Bow, a low-grade spirit weapon. Using ordinary arrows with this bow increases their speed by eight times and their force by five times. Additionally, as long as the arrows are sturdy enough, they can reach a distance of up to ten miles."

Hua Xiajiu, carrying a large sum of spirit stones and worried about being targeted, was considering whether to leave early. Seeing the blue spirit bow, his eyes lit up, and his heart burned with excitement.

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