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This was just the first auction item. Indeed, for Cultivators, money was merely a number. In the end, amidst the crowd's bidding frenzy, it soared to eighty million. What did wealth mean to Cultivators? It was nothing more than dirt! If it could be exchanged for magical artifacts or elixirs, that would be the real treasure; they earned money for this purpose.
The second item up for bid was a set of decayed armor, within which roamed an Ancient Heroic Spirit, starting at fifty million. The third item was the Tiger Head Blade, a weapon capable of slaying Ling Ti, with a starting price set at a modest target.
Zuo Ci sipped his tea. Halfway through the auction, everyone in attendance seemed to adhere to the rules. This left Zuo Ci feeling somewhat awkward. No rabbits, no hawks? Bored, he closed his eyes. If the final auction item was presented and they remained this way, his reward would come easily.
A long time passed. Finally, the auction approached its conclusion. In the VIP section, many Cultivators' eyes sparkled with excitement. Dragons represented mystery and taboo. In this world, anything related to dragons was considered top-tier Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Many of the distinguished guests participating in the auction were breathing heavily, their excitement palpable. This was the main event of the auction.
For many cultivators, this was the moment they had been waiting for!
Silence!
The host, Huang Baoshan, spoke with a serious expression: "Everyone here is a familiar face. Each of you has your own methods, and perhaps even before the auction officially begins, you already know about today's grand finale."
"Let me be clear from the start: during this auction, bartering is allowed, but absolutely no one is permitted to disrupt the rules or seize treasures. I am not afraid to tell you all this."
"This place is protected by a formation. Once Lao Fu gives the command, I believe you all know the power of the Imperial Path Five Camps. Friends below the Dao Summit realm should remain seated and avoid causing any discord!"
Upon hearing Huang Baoshan's words, many people's expressions changed.
The Five Camps?
This Old Guy has hidden quite a bit!
Although the Imperial Way is a folk teaching, it also upholds orthodox Daoist principles and raises Shan Xiao Mu Ke and Yuan Hun Li Gui within its ranks. These soldiers have been absorbing incense offerings for years.
They must have cultivated an immortal body.
Indeed, the depths of this auction house are profound!
Zuo Ci observed the VIP seats from the shadows; Huang Baoshan's words certainly carried weight.
In the Last Law Era, cultivation was not easy. Masters of Tongjing were few and far between.
There were hardly enough to count on one hand.
With Tongjing absent, Dao Summit held sway.
These were true experts; only upon reaching this realm could one vaguely be called a master, capable of perceiving heaven and earth.
Fang Yuan could sense everything within a thousand miles.
Zuo Ci took a glance around.
Three individuals among them caught his attention.
One-Eyed Old Man, with a poisonous snake tattoo on his face, caught Zuo Ci's attention. According to Zuo Ci's speculation, this man had followed the path of Rao Jiang, using his own body to nurture a puppet. Beneath his skin lay the organs of the Gu Chong Group, sustaining his normal life.
There were also two twin brothers, their features identical. Zuo Ci was somewhat surprised; these two had an aura that was profound and reached the level of Dao Summit, yet they emitted no vitality!
Were they corpses communicating with the living? It didn't seem likely.
Zuo Ci revealed an expression of interest. These individuals practiced a form of cultivation that was rather peculiar. They seemed to be connected to him in some way!
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