Chapter 61

The old man surnamed You lightly clapped his hands, suppressing the murmurs of the crowd, and loudly said:

"I am auctioning a set of magical weapons on behalf of a fellow Daoist. This set of magical weapons is called the Flowing Cloud Sword, consisting of two blades. -www..com- It was crafted by a renowned alchemist using several extremely rare materials. Although it is just a high-grade magical weapon, it can rival ordinary top-grade magical weapons. Please take a look, everyone."

As he spoke, he opened the jade box in his hand. Instantly, a green and a purple small sword were revealed. Upon seeing these two small swords, the old man surnamed You was also momentarily stunned.

What he had just said were the standard phrases used in auctions. Now, seeing the true appearance of the magical weapons, he felt that his previous words were indeed an accurate description of this set of magical weapons.

He picked up one of the small swords and gently infused it with a strand of spiritual energy. Immediately, the small sword transformed into a half-rod length. With a flick of his finger, it darted through the air like lightning, and in an instant, several flashes of light illuminated the entire auction hall.

The long sword, after flashing, returned to the old man's hand, reverting to its original two-inch length.

Qin Fengming had initially closed his eyes slightly, but upon seeing the small sword transform in the old man's hand, he immediately opened his eyes wide, inwardly startled. He hadn't expected the sword to have such great power. When he had tested it, the sword could only extend to about two feet, but now in the old man's hands, it had extended to half a rod. It seemed that the higher one's cultivation, the greater the power of the magical weapon.

Instantly, the hall was filled with a commotion, and everyone showed looks of surprise. Although many had come for the top-grade magical weapons, they hadn't held much hope. Now, seeing a magical weapon that could rival a top-grade one, their excitement was evident.

Someone who couldn't contain their impatience shouted, "Old You, let's start the bidding."

The old man surnamed You chuckled and said, "The starting price for this magical weapon is three hundred spirit stones. Each bid must be at least five stones. Now, fellow Daoists, you can start bidding."

As soon as the starting price of three hundred spirit stones was announced, many people drew in a sharp breath. This low price was already close to that of ordinary top-grade magical weapons. Although the price was already very high, there were still many bidders.

"Three hundred and five spirit stones."

"Three hundred and ten spirit stones."

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Just as the bidding price was slowly increasing, a voice suddenly called out:

"Three hundred and fifty spirit stones." The voice sounded very stiff.

Everyone was taken aback. The old man surnamed You glanced at the bidder, about to say something, when a lazy voice immediately followed, "Three hundred and fifty-five spirit stones."

"Three hundred and seventy," the stiff voice continued to bid.

"Three hundred and seventy-five," the lazy voice called out the price again.

"Four hundred," the stiff voice shouted again, filled with anger.

At this moment, someone had already recognized the person with the stiff voice and whispered, "This person is a direct disciple of Elder Qiu, who is a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. It's said he is very protective of his disciples. We should be careful and just watch the show."

After a moment, no one bid again. Just as the old man surnamed You was about to announce that the sword would be sold for four hundred spirit stones, the lazy voice sounded again.

"Four hundred and five spirit stones."

As soon as this voice was heard, the auction hall became abnormally quiet, with not a sound to be heard, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Everyone looked at the direct disciple of Elder Qiu. His face was flushed, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Seeing the strange atmosphere in the hall, the old man surnamed You did not urge anyone but observed the situation. He wasn't worried about anyone causing trouble in the auction house, as there were two Foundation Establishment cultivators stationed in the back of the auction hall.

After a moment, the stiff voice grunted and stopped bidding. Seeing this, even if someone wanted to bid again, they didn't dare to after the commotion.

After waiting another moment, seeing no one bid again, the old man surnamed You smiled and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist. This sword belongs to you. Please go to the back to pay the spirit stones and collect the treasure."

A young man in a white robe stood up and walked to the back leisurely.

At this moment, someone whispered, "Tsk, tsk, it turns out to be the young master of Jueque Fort. No wonder he wasn't afraid of Elder Qiu. It's said that the master of Jueque Fort is also a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and it's rumored that he is at the peak of the late stage, just a step away from the Core Formation stage."

Qin Fengming didn't care about Elder Qiu or Jueque Fort; he only cared about how many spirit stones his magical weapon could fetch.

When he left the auction house, his joy had not yet subsided. He hadn't expected a high-grade magical weapon to earn him three hundred and sixty spirit stones.

As he was about to leave the auction house, the manager repeatedly urged Qin Fengming that if he had any more high-quality magical weapons in the future, he should definitely bring them to their auction house.

After walking around the market twice to ensure no one was following him, Qin Fengming returned to the Xianke Inn.

After lunch and a brief rest, Qin Fengming left the inn again. He quickly headed towards a shop called "Duobao Xuan."

Duobao Xuan had three floors and looked very grand. On the first floor, the hall was lined with counters, behind which were many shelves. Signs were placed on them: herbs, elixirs, magical weapons, talismans, materials, etc.

Seeing Qin Fengming enter the shop, a young man at the third level of the Gathering Qi stage immediately approached him and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, what do you need? Our shop has a wide variety of goods at fair prices, and we won't disappoint you."

Qin Fengming glanced at the young man and looked around to ensure no one was paying attention. He then whispered, "Do you buy magical weapons?"

The young man paused for a moment, then smiled broadly, "Of course, as long as it's a good item, our shop will buy it. Do you have a magical weapon to sell?"

Qin Fengming nodded. The young man immediately walked to the back and soon returned with a red-faced old man in his fifties. The old man looked at Qin Fengming and, seeing that he was only at the fifth level of the Gathering Qi stage, said indifferently, "Is it you, young Daoist, who wants to sell a magical weapon?" Seeing Qin Fengming nod, he continued, "Please follow me." He then led Qin Fengming to the second floor.

The second floor had several private rooms. They entered one of them, closed the door, and sat down. The old man then said, "I am the shopkeeper, Dong Qingxuan. May I know your name, fellow Daoist?"

"I am just a passerby, so there's no need to mention my name."

Seeing that Qin Fengming didn't want to reveal his name, the shopkeeper Dong didn't mind and chuckled, "What magical weapon do you have to sell, fellow Daoist? Can you show it to me?"

Qin Fengming didn't say much. He flipped his hand, and two stone boxes appeared. He placed the stone boxes on the table in front of him.

The shopkeeper Dong reached out, took one of the stone boxes, and opened the lid, revealing a red small sword. The small sword exuded a powerful spiritual energy. After a brief inspection, he put it down and then opened the other stone box, revealing a purple small dagger with flowing spiritual energy.