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With a hint of anger, Gao Hong purchased the Light Law, staring intently at Gu Ping. He suddenly felt that Lei Dongyue's earlier suggestion might not have been entirely wrong; he found it hard to see through the young man Yan Dong.
Indeed, he had been waiting, waiting for an opportunity. But what he received was not an opportunity but rather a trap.
When Gu Ping opened his mouth to bid, he thought someone was deliberately trying to annoy him. However, upon seeing Gu Ping, he realized that Lei Dongyue was right; the Light Attribute cultivator with the Heavenly Spirit Root would surely be very interested in the Light Law and might even pay any price to acquire it.
Thus, he could keep bidding at a price of one hundred thousand spirit stones each time. As expected, every time he called out a bid, Gu Ping would immediately follow with a higher offer.
But when he first mentioned the figure of three million, he suddenly felt something was off. As he continued to wait for the voice he wanted to hear to ring out and it never came, he knew he had fallen into that guy's trap and couldn't escape.
Wait a minute, Gao Hong narrowed his eyes as he recalled Gu Ping's previous bids. During the Foundation Pill auction, there was no chance to counter. When the Crimson Cloud Sword was up for auction, Gu Ping did raise the price by twenty thousand from the initial hundred thousand, ultimately falling into Xu Jia's hands.
He had no chance during the Shenggu Duanxu Dan auction either. Then during the Mandarin Duck Halberd auction, that guy raised the price by forty thousand. And during the bidding for the Light Law, the price had jumped from two million to three million.
For those Major Sects, such differences were negligible; they could easily wipe away those amounts of spirit stones with a wave of their hands.
However, a Sect wouldn't put all its resources in one place. How many resources could Gao Hong mobilize? At that auction, every item had caused him significant losses. By the time the final item came out, would Gao Hong still have any competitive strength?
That young man from Cheng Dao Sect—did he hope to be the first to bid on that item?
The words of the Spirit Elder suddenly echoed in Gao Hong's ears, pulling him back from his thoughts.
Looking up at the ornate hairpin floating above her head, a lavish piece of female adornment, Gao Hong shook her head, indicating that the Cheng Dao Sect had relinquished its priority to purchase the item.
Since the Cheng Dao Sect was not interested in acquiring the Azure Peak Hairpin, everyone else could start bidding.
One hundred ten thousand.
One hundred twenty thousand.
Two hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand.
Gao Hong was completely taken aback, unable to comprehend what was happening. How could such a seemingly useless hairpin be so fiercely contested? In the past, it had been sold for a mere hundred thousand, ending up in the hands of a small sect.
The disciple from the Poor Dao Sect had also missed out on the Dong Lai Hairpin and hurried to the back of the Spirit Rune Pavilion venue, not returning to the main hall. It seemed he had left in fear of complications arising.
"Senior Brother, that hairpin is a token from Tianling. The one who possesses it can gather herbs there once."
A disciple from the Cheng Dao Sect noticed Gao Hong's confusion and spoke up to remind her.
Cough, cough.
Upon hearing that disciple's reminder, Gao Hong nearly choked. Tianling was not just any place; it was the largest natural herb garden in the World of Mortals, filled with all kinds of wondrous herbal plants. How could she have let such an opportunity slip away? Although the Cheng Dao Sect didn't lack for herbs like other Major Sects, which often deemed certain opportunities unworthy and let them go, she could have effortlessly seized this chance. The realization made Gao Hong pound her chest in frustration.
That time, why didn’t I step in? Liu Lao Jiu was somewhat curious. He knew that Gu Ping possessed exceptional alchemical talent, so how could he not be interested in a survival skill that was extremely difficult for cultivators to acquire? Many cultivators relied on their alchemical skills to make a living in the Cultivation World, and their status was quite high. For those cultivators, such an opportunity was akin to Tian Zai dropping a pie; how could Gu Ping not be tempted?
The Alchemical Arts were small and narrow, lacking long-distance prospects. Though the path ahead seemed smooth, it was not the right way.
After hearing Gu Ping's words, Liu Lao Jiu felt a pang of frustration, wanting to reprimand Gu Ping. It turned out that the guy didn’t care about alchemy at all; he thought it was a minor path and didn’t see its significance.
But even if I don’t need it, there are certainly others in the Sect who could use it. If I had mentioned it earlier, wouldn’t he have jumped at the chance? Liu Lao Jiu thought to himself, rubbing his forehead in exasperation, lamenting yet another missed opportunity.
On the Longevity Path, only cultivation mattered; even if one had connections that reached the heavens, they would ultimately find it hard to attain enlightenment. If the academy didn’t understand this point, it meant they were merely drifting along with the tide, destined to vanish like fine sand in the wind, losing sight of the bright moon.
Gu Ping spoke without any concealment. Everyone around him heard him clearly—some looked down on him, some mocked him coldly, while others seemed contemplative. However, those who truly absorbed his words were few and far between.
Then Jie Donglai arrived at one of the highlights of their Mingyue Zhaixing Conference: the Azure Dragon Armor. "Ladies and gentlemen, please take a look."
Seven streaks of light shot through the sky in an instant. With the sound of metal clashing, a complete set of dark green armor enveloped Spirit Elder securely. The winds gathered around him, lifting Spirit Elder high into the air as Azure Dragons circled around him. This armor must be an Artifact Spirit; the helmet bore engravings of Azure Dragon eyes that were half-closed and half-opened, ready to unleash a lethal strike at any moment.
With a sweep of Spirit Elder's legs, a massive tornado erupted from thin air, stirring up the winds and clouds within the Spirit Rune Pavilion. The Foundation Practitioners present shielded their eyes from the blinding force.
After a sudden clap of thunder rang out, a furious purple hue stained the starry sky above, making Spirit Elder appear like a celestial being Dong Fan. Once the thunder subsided, calm returned once more.
Mok Ming Academy had one piece; Treasure Pavilion had another; Tianzhu Temple had one as well—each priced at one hundred thousand spirit stones. What do you think?
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