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Chapter 181: Two Tycoons
"It is the Heavenly Tree, known as the hub connecting heaven and earth, a divine tree that has existed for countless millennia. It symbolizes the Southern Domain Demon Clan and is not to be desecrated. Any foreign race that approaches it will be ruthlessly killed. It is said that under the Heavenly Tree, Enlightenment can increase efficiency by tenfold or even a hundredfold. This is why the demon race has always been powerful; regardless of their innate talent, as long as they have enough time, they can become Supreme Beings. Yet, the Underground Auction House at the Hundred Birds Night Market has managed to obtain such a thing!" said a well-informed cultivator.
"Many Valued Guests have likely heard of the Heavenly Tree. This branch was struck down during a thunder tribulation and obtained by a Supreme Cultivator, who later gifted it to a friend's descendant. Eventually, it came to our Auction House. Although this branch is charred and withered, it still contains immense vitality within the divine wood. Carrying this divine wood can often increase a cultivator's chances of Enlightenment. As everyone knows, Enlightenment is unrelated to innate talent; although the chances are slim, once successful, one can soar above even those with exceptional Spiritual Roots. It is the best opportunity for reversing one's fate!"
"Reversing one's fate!" Upon hearing these words, cultivators' eyes widened in astonishment; this sentiment echoed in everyone's hearts.
"The Heavenly Tree starts at an opening bid of twenty thousand!"
"I bid twenty-one thousand!"
"Twenty-two thousand!"
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"Junior Brother, should we bid on this Heavenly Tree branch?" Song Baliang was clearly tempted. Although he was a Single Spiritual Root cultivator, he understood that there were always greater talents beyond his reach. Encountering someone capable of controlling the Enlightenment Realm was something to envy greatly. Enlightenment was an experience only one in ten thousand cultivators could comprehend; it brought one closer to the essence of the Dao without regard for cultivation level!
Zhao Yang shook his head and replied, "This charred branch has only faint ripples of divine resonance within it; it's not even one ten-thousandth as strong as my unintentional Ripple of Enlightenment. Buying it would be pointless; at most, it might benefit cultivators with Wood-type Spiritual Roots, but not in terms of Enlightenment. This is merely their marketing tactic; it cannot be trusted."
Soon after, the Heavenly Tree branch was sold for an exorbitant thirty-five thousand Red Essence Stones to the second cultivator in the front row.
"Now we will proceed to the third item for auction: a rare defensive Dao Treasure from the cultivation world—the Golden Battle Armor! The Golden Battle Armor boasts incredible defense and can withstand the strongest attacks from Divine Transformation Stage cultivators without breaking. It can even resist attacks from Nascent Soul Stage cultivators. However, regrettably, it does have some damage. Our Auction House does not have a Master Artifact Refiner available to repair Dao Treasures. Originally estimated at thirty thousand Red Essence Stones, we will now start bidding at eight thousand!"
Upon hearing the Gray-Clad Host's introduction, Song Baliang's eyes lit up noticeably. Zhao Yang chuckled and said, "Senior Brother, this item is worth bidding on. With your skills, repairing it will be easy for you. Wearing it will significantly boost your Combat Power, and if you choose not to wear it, you can sell it for profit."
Song Baliang nodded in agreement and decided to bid on this low-tier Dao Treasure.
"I'll offer eight thousand one hundred. To be honest, I do have a grandson! His defense isn't great, so I'll buy this to help him make up for his shortcomings!" The elderly man sitting in the middle of the third row spoke again, bringing up his grandson once more.
"Look at you, as if everyone else is just talking nonsense. I also have a grandson, and a granddaughter too. I'll bid eight thousand one hundred and ten!" The elderly man next to Zhao Yang chimed in.
The elderly man from the third row suddenly turned to glare at Zhao Yang's companion. "Are you trying to pick a fight, friend? Be careful; trouble can come from your words."
"Heh, those who threaten me usually don't end well. If you don't have the money, don't flaunt it here. I can buy this treasure and do whatever I want with it—burn it or throw it away—it's none of your business!"
"You!" The elderly man from the third row sat down angrily, his shoulders shaking with evident rage.
"Do you have a grudge against him?" Zhao Yang asked softly.
"No grudge, just can't stand him. He usually acts like a bully in the sect, letting his grandchildren run wild and feel superior," the old man said, glancing sideways at Zhao Yang and Song Baliang. "Look at your attire; those slippers are quite unique."
As soon as he said that, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang both displayed proud expressions, crossing their right legs over their left and swaying them with an air of satisfaction.
The old man snorted disdainfully. "What kind of act is this? Just because you're poor doesn't mean you should show off. This isn't how you gain experience in the world; being called poor shouldn't make you so smug, you two country bumpkins."
"Twenty thousand!" Song Baliang suddenly shouted out this number.
Everyone was taken aback and turned to look at them. Zhao Yang and Song Baliang immediately straightened up, sitting up straight.
"How dare someone sitting in the last row make a bid? Perhaps they didn't hear what was said; that's measured in Essence Stones, not silver or copper coins!" someone in the crowd remarked.
"Exactly! Look at him; even though he's wearing a Cloak, he still can't hide his rustic appearance. He clearly looks like a country bumpkin who wouldn't know what an Essence Stone is!" another person added.
"Number 3088, valued guests, bids twenty thousand Essence Stones. Is there anyone willing to go higher?" The Gray-Clad Host had clearly heard the crowd's comments but being the organizer, he couldn't show disdain for any customer bidding. He merely emphasized "Essence Stones" slightly more in tone to remind everyone.
"Twenty thousand once, twenty thousand twice, twenty thousand three times, sold!" The Gray-Clad Host struck the gavel decisively as Song Baliang secured the Dao Treasure Grade Golden Battle Armor for twenty thousand Red Essence Stones.
"Just a moment ago, someone called out nine thousand five hundred, and you jumped straight to twenty thousand? Do you think Red Essence Stones are just lying around? Or do you believe Essence Stones are mere pebbles that can be picked up casually?" The old man beside them scoffed. "If you claim you don't have the money when it's time to pay, be careful not only of losing your cultivation but also dragging your Sect down with you!"
"Senior Brother, buying a Dao Treasure for twenty thousand is a steal!" Zhao Yang ignored the old man's remarks and turned to Song Baliang.
Song Baliang nodded in agreement. "Yes, this poor place is certainly not like ours. The economic development here is lacking; Dao Treasures are priced like cabbages. I could hang it up at home to scare away birds and rabbits, saving our crops from being ruined."
Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes twitched, and he retracted his neck, falling silent. He couldn't help but wonder if he had encountered a wealthy individual whose family owned an Essence Stone mine.
"Hey, Senior Brother, it seems the fourth item is also a damaged Dao Artifact—the Windwalker Boots! Just right for me since I have no shoes to wear while farming. I'll bid twenty thousand!" Zhao Yang shouted again, offering the same price for the Dao Treasure Windwalker Boots.
"Country bumpkin!" some cultivators cursed, as Zhao Yang's immediate offer of twenty thousand left others unable to compete.
The old man’s eyes twitched again; he finally couldn't hold back any longer. "You paid too much! For twenty thousand, you could easily buy a brand new Dao Artifact!"
"I'm happy!" "I like it!" Zhao Yang and Song Baliang said as they each pulled out twenty thousand Red Spirit Tickets from their pockets and handed them to the staff collecting payments.
The collector was a burly middle-aged man with an imposing presence. After receiving the money, Zhao Yang and Song Baliang casually tossed their newly acquired Golden Battle Armor and Windwalker Boots into a burlap sack beside them.
"This... you're throwing Dao Treasures into a burlap sack?" Even the calm middle-aged man was taken aback by the scene before him. "If you two don't have bags, we can provide Treasure Bags for free; using Treasure Bags to carry Dao Treasures is both convenient and dignified."
"I think carrying it in a burlap sack is quite dignified too; it's not like these are valuable items. My brother and I just happened to pass by here and thought we stumbled into a market with all the noise inside. We came in to buy some agricultural products—fruits and vegetables or something. This ragged armor can be used to dress a scarecrow in the fields, and these worn-out boots can be used for working." Song Baliang spoke as if trying to shock everyone around him.
The middle-aged man wore an odd expression on his face as he handed over the forty thousand Essence Tickets he had received to an Attendant behind him and whispered, "Go check if these tickets are real. Hurry."
The Attendant took the tickets and quickly left the area. Before long, he returned and reported to the middle-aged man, "Sir, they are genuine."
As soon as the attendant finished speaking, Song Baliang slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Just as I mentioned fruit, they start selling it here. After all that explanation about how it can greatly enhance one's power, strengthen the meridians, and expand the foundation of cultivation—it's really just rich in nutrients and juicy! I'll buy these two strawberries! Twenty thousand!"
The middle-aged man and the old man were stunned; the renowned half Holy Fruit, the Void Spirit Berry, was being treated like an ordinary strawberry.
"Another twenty thousand!" A cultivator widened his eyes and turned to look at the last row.
"My friend, the Void Spirit Berry is a half Holy Fruit. My grandson's foundation isn't solid; I'm buying this to help him expand his meridians. This is a half Holy Fruit, not a Spiritual Fruit. At most, it's worth about thirteen thousand. You keep saying twenty thousand; how are we supposed to speak up?" The old man sitting in the middle of the third row spoke again.
"That's because your grandson is too weak! I've never had this kind of fruit before; is it wrong for me to buy it to try? Is it wrong for me to spend twenty thousand on two strawberries? This is money I earned through hard work in the fields—blood and sweat money spent on fruit!" Song Baliang declared passionately.
With that, he paid for the berries and handed one to Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang glanced at it and said, "I wonder if it's been washed. It has a pesticide smell."
"I have water." Saying this, Song Baliang took out a wine jar from his robe using the Size Manipulation Technique. As he opened the jar, a fragrant aroma spread throughout the auction hall. Everyone felt the waves of Spirit Energy emanating from the exquisite Wine Jar in Song Baliang's hand.
"It's Earth Spirit Spring! He's using Earth Spirit Spring to wash the fruit!" a cultivator shouted, unable to accept this shocking reality.
"He's using Earth Spirit Spring to wash a half Holy Fruit!" another cultivator corrected him.
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