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"The Earth Spirit Spring is said to reshape the foundation, allowing the Spiritual Root to grow and mutate. How could they use such a Treasure to wash the Spiritual Fruit? It's too extravagant and shameful!" a cultivator exclaimed, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.
Song Baliang's act of washing the Void Spirit Berry with the Earth Spirit Spring truly shocked the crowd.
"When I go out, I drink from the mountain spring at my doorstep; I can't get used to the water outside!" Song Baliang's simple words struck a nerve among the people.
"Wow! Is he really not pretending? Where is his family from?" A cultivator couldn't take it anymore, filled with doubt yet unable to suppress his curiosity.
"Silence!" The Gray-Clad Host shouted loudly, trying to quell the chaos and noise in the venue.
"Shh, everyone be quiet. The old man from the market is speaking. Please line up properly and maintain order while buying. If you don't have enough money on you, don't speak. I'm just an honest farmer, here to buy a few Farming Tools and some fruits and vegetables before heading home; I still have work to do tomorrow."
The Gray-Clad Host's expression darkened; being called the old man from the market was something that had never happened before. However, he realized that those two must be disciples of a major sect or young masters from prominent families playing tricks on others. They were big clients of this auction house, so he couldn't afford to embarrass them on the spot.
After Song Baliang and Zhao Yang finished washing the Void Spirit Berry, they directly popped it into their mouths. It dawned on everyone why they had washed it—their intention was to eat it right away!
"They actually ate the Void Spirit Berry!" another cultivator exclaimed in shock.
"They just ate it like that? That's half a Holy Fruit! Aren't they afraid of being overwhelmed by Spirit Energy? I wonder if soaking the Void Spirit Berry in spiritual liquid could provide enough for a disciple of an entire sect?" Another cultivator cried out about the wastefulness, but they had spent twenty thousand Essence Stones on it, treating it like a strawberry—there was nothing they could do!
Many cultivators felt their eyes turn red in an instant, filled with an urge to kill.
"Now presenting the fifth rare treasure of this auction!" the Gray-Clad Host announced loudly.
Soon, the fifth rare treasure was brought up—a pair of golden scissors about a foot long, radiating a strong killing intent and exuding an intimidating aura that made people's hearts race. The scissors immediately captured everyone's attention as they were placed on stage.
"A Dao Artifact?" A cultivator discerned its significance.
"Indeed, esteemed guests, this is a Dao Artifact, and it is an intact Dao Artifact, a masterpiece from the renowned Refining Sect. Although this Dao Artifact is of lower grade, it contains boundless killing intent, primarily focused on combat. Once used in battle, it can unleash the power of a mid-grade Dao Artifact, starting at thirty thousand!"
"Thirty-five thousand!" shouted a cultivator, offering a high price. It was a practitioner seated in the middle of the first row.
"Valued Guest number fifty-five has offered thirty-five thousand," the Gray-Clad Host announced.
"Forty thousand!" Another cultivator from the first row called out with an equally high bid. Zhao Yang glanced over and noted that the figure appeared to be a young man, though something about his silhouette made him furrow his brow.
"Valued Guest number three has bid forty thousand!" the Gray-Clad Host reiterated.
"Fifty thousand!" Zhao Yang raised his voice.
Song Baliang, puzzled, transmitted his thoughts: "Junior Brother, the quality of these scissors isn't impressive. Compared to your Supreme Dao Artifact, they don't even qualify as scrap. Why are you bidding this much?"
"I recognize that person's silhouette; I feel like I've seen him somewhere before," Zhao Yang replied.
"Valued Guest number three thousand eighty-seven has offered fifty thousand! Our Dao Artifact is genuine and can significantly enhance a cultivator's attack power. Valued Guests interested in this Golden Scissors should act quickly."
Song Baliang expressed his surprise: "The people sitting in the first row are either direct descendants of major sects or royal nobles. How do you know him?"
"The royal family—Golden Peng Young Master?! Wasn't he dead?" Zhao Yang exclaimed in shock. During the calamity at Myriad Spirit Sect, the Demon Hunter Supreme had personally slain Golden Peng Young Master. The figure before him resembled Golden Peng Young Master both in silhouette and voice—how could that be possible?
"Is it really the Golden Peng Young Master of Zhongzhou Royal Family's Third Young Master?" Song Baliang was equally astonished. "I've heard that he possesses unparalleled combat power at his level and that no peers can rival him, which is why he is called Royal Third Prince. How could he still be alive?"
Song Baliang was unaware of the destruction of Myriad Spirit Sect in the cultivation world; after all, nearly all attackers had been killed by Sun Wukong with a single strike. Shi Qiankun from Dragon Seeking Gate was still in seclusion recovering from injuries, and only Crimson Robed Wanderer had escaped alive. This secret was known to only a few and had not spread to every ear in Zhongzhou.
"Fifty-five thousand!" The young man in seat number three called out again.
Sure enough, after the young man called out his bid, he glanced back at Zhao Yang's position, conveying a warning.
"Indeed, it is the Golden Peng Young Master. He must have used some kind of substitute treasure," Zhao Yang murmured. "On that day, I was ambushed and still got injured by him. In just a few days, he has gone from the mid-Core Formation Stage to the late-Core Formation Stage. After the auction ends, I will make him pay!"
In the end, after the Golden Peng Young Master called out his final bid, no one else dared to raise their offer, and the Golden Scissors became his possession.
"Why aren't you two wealthy gentlemen continuing to bid?" asked the elder beside Zhao Yang, a hint of mockery in his tone.
"Why would we buy our own scissors back?" Song Baliang retorted angrily, his words dripping with disdain towards the elder.
The elder inhaled sharply; he couldn't tell if their words were genuine or not.
Next, the sixth treasure was won by a cultivator sitting in the fifth row for thirty-three thousand. It was a Flying Sword called Crimson Dragon, which looked fiery and resembled a Crimson Dragon spewing flames.
The seventh item was an ancient-looking vase known as the Daoist Treasure Vase. It was a Dao Treasure from thousands of years ago created by an extraordinary master. After being refined for hundreds of years, it had finally approached the Dao and could increase the chances of Enlightenment for its bearer. The Daoist Treasure Vase was said to be able to contain all things; anything placed inside could not be removed without the owner's incantation. If not retrieved within three hours, it would turn into pus and blood and die.
The Daoist Treasure Vase was also acquired by the Golden Peng Young Master for fifty-eight thousand. This time, Zhao Yang did not deliberately provoke him but allowed the Golden Peng Young Master to take away the Daoist Treasure Vase. After obtaining it, the Golden Peng Young Master turned back to glance at Zhao Yang's position with a look of provocation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the next three items are the highlights of this auction and treasures of the Central State Royal Family. The first is known as the Starlight Stone, a divine stone for forging Supreme Dao Artifacts!"
As soon as the Gray-Clad Host spoke these words, there was an immediate uproar among the audience.
"It is said that any Dao Artifact forged from Starlight Stone can overshadow all other Dao Artifacts of the same rank. If it can be forged into a Supreme Dao Artifact, wouldn't that be an unparalleled masterpiece among Dao Artifacts?" shouted one cultivator.
"Wait, why does that maid have what looks like a pestle?" another cultivator questioned in confusion.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this Starlight Stone naturally resembles a pestle; it is formed naturally. If it were forged into a pestle shape, that would be perfect. However, many cultivators do not favor such Dao Artifacts. Of course, you can also ask a master craftsman to forge it into a sword; we will provide free introductions to renowned crafting masters for those who acquire it!" said the Gray-Clad Host.
At that moment, Song Baliang's expression was filled with excitement beyond measure. He eagerly turned to Zhao Yang and said, "Junior Brother, I must have this. No matter the cost, I will bid for it. I want to forge a Demon-Subduing Staff!"
Upon hearing that Song Baliang wanted to compete for the item, Zhao Yang nodded in agreement. "Feel free to bid. If it's not enough, I still have more here."
"This Dao Artifact is a treasure brought to auction by the Golden Peng Young Master of the Zhongzhou Royal Family on the orders of the Central Sovereign. It starts at sixty thousand Essence Stones!" the Gray-Clad Host announced loudly.
Many cultivators couldn't help but gasp in shock; the starting price of this treasure had already exceeded the final prices of all previous items. Even those sitting in the front row frowned. They all knew that this Starlight Stone was merely a rough form. To refine it into a true Dao Artifact, they would need the assistance of masters from the Refining Sect; otherwise, it wouldn't even qualify as a Dao Artifact. The costs of refining were notoriously high, often exceeding the value of the Dao Artifact itself.
"I bid sixty-five thousand!" one cultivator called out.
"Eighty thousand!" Song Baliang shouted.
"Here we go again with this person, always disrupting the rhythm of bidding. He jumps straight to eighty thousand—it's outrageous! Just because he has money doesn't mean he should spend it like this!" some cultivators murmured.
"I bid one hundred thousand!" another cultivator yelled.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang exchanged surprised glances and turned to look at the bidder, who was none other than the elderly man sitting in the middle of the third row, who had been boasting about having grandchildren earlier.
"Valued Guest number 350 bids one hundred thousand. Is there a higher bid?" asked the Gray-Clad Host.
"Does he really have that much money?" wondered an elder beside Zhao Yang.
"I bid one hundred ten thousand!" Song Baliang continued to raise his offer.
"I bid one hundred twenty thousand!" Valued Guest number 350 replied calmly, his tone unhurried.
Perhaps spurred by the elder's bidding, others felt compelled to join in and outdo those two wealthy bidders. Suddenly, a young man shouted, "One hundred thirty thousand!"
"I bid 140,000!" Song Baliang shouted again. He had already spent 40,000 and still had 150,000 left. By calling out 140,000, he knew that if anyone else raised the bid, he wouldn't be able to continue, as he needed 10,000 to buy some refining materials. He didn't want to use Zhao Yang's share of the money.
"150,000!" A voice rang out from the tenth row, belonging to another young man.
Hearing the casual bids from these people, Zhao Yang quickly understood what was happening. He raised his voice and said, "I demand a check on the recent bidders, especially on Daoist 350. I suspect they might not have enough money and could be making false bids! Do you think my brother and I are easy targets just because we come from a rural background?"
"Hmph, do you think this is your home? You can't just demand checks!" one cultivator retorted.
"Yeah, this place isn't for you. Get out!" another cultivator chimed in.
"This esteemed guest," a middle-aged man who had been standing at the back said, "we can address your request to check the finances of other valued guests. However, you will need to pay a deposit of 10,000 as compensation for any innocent guests."
Without hesitation, Zhao Yang pulled three Azure Essence Stones from his pocket and handed them to the middle-aged man. "Check all three who just bid. There's plenty of money; we even use it to pave our floors at home!"
As soon as the Azure Essence Stones were revealed, the three bidders who had called out earlier changed their expressions dramatically.
The middle-aged man took the Azure Essence Stones and waved his hand. Suddenly, three Black-Clad Masked Figures appeared from nowhere. They exuded an overwhelming killing intent that froze many in place. Even Zhao Yang was taken aback by the presence of such powerful experts at the auction—cultivators at the Divine Transformation Stage!
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