As soon as Fairy Linglong arrived, the head manager of Wanbaolou immediately came to greet her.

Lu Xuan knew this person. This manager of Wanbaolou was the eldest disciple of the Red Leaf Ancestor. He was at the sixth level of Qi Refining and was named Iron Hand Daoist. He possessed a mid-grade magic weapon and his strength was no less than that of an ordinary seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator.

All that could be heard was the usually aloof and elegant Fairy Linglong smiling faintly at him: "Fellow Daoist Iron Hand, your cultivation aura seems to have increased. It seems that you will soon reach the seventh level of Qi Refining. As expected of that ancestor's eldest disciple, it seems that you have received true teachings!"

"Hahaha. Fairy Linglong, you flatter me. I am unworthy to have reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. I will repay the great kindness of the Ancestor by managing these businesses for him. Fairy, your presence is truly an honor to our Wanbaolou!"

hehe.

Upon hearing this, Fairy Linglong chuckled and walked towards Lu Xuan.

Um?

Lu Xuan was startled, but he wasn't afraid of the other party. He was confident that if he couldn't win, he could just run away. However, Lu Xuan was sure that he had no connection with this Fairy Linglong and that she wouldn't bother him.

"This must be young friend Lu from the Loose Cultivator Alliance."

Lu Xuan stood up and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:

"That is indeed me. May I ask what instructions you have for me, Fairy Linglong?"

"Senior, I dare not accept such praise, but there is something I want to confirm with you!"

"Oh, what is it, senior? Please speak."

"You know Shen Yue'er, right?"

"Her?" Lu Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't this Shen Yue'er beaten to death by the evil monk's disciple last time?

Even the storage bag was taken by the other party.

Although the storage bag eventually ended up in his hands, it had long been burned to ashes by his Flame Blade, so it was of no use to Lu Xuan.

“Young friend, don’t worry. I heard that my wicked disciple died at the hands of those evil monks. You were with me that time. I wonder if my disciple’s storage bag was lost. However, it should have been taken by those few disciples of the evil monks who escaped the net.”

"The storage bag—one of the evil monk's disciples did indeed take Fellow Daoist Shen's storage bag that day. Later, when Ancestor Red Leaf appeared, that fellow took advantage of the chaos to leave," Lu Xuan replied calmly.

"Well, it's alright. It's a pity about my Lingyin Pavilion's inherited secret techniques. They're probably of no use to most evil cultivators."

After saying this, Fairy Linglong left and went to the elegant pavilion next door.

A secret technique? Is it that "Spiritual Enchanting Technique" manual?

Who wants that piece of junk?

wrong.

Is there some secret inside?

Lu Xuan secretly noted this down, intending to return to his cave to see if there were any secrets hidden in the book of spiritual enchantment techniques.

Soon, it was evening.

The auction has begun.

Lu Xuan didn't have many spirit stones.

The twenty deposits paid earlier were used to sell three mature medicinal herbs.

Lu Xuan now only has a dozen or so spirit stones left.

The auction did feature many rare and valuable items, including mid-grade magic weapons, cultivation techniques, and elixirs, but none of them were of much use to Lu Xuan at the moment.

Lu Xuan merely watched the spectacle without making any bids.

Soon it was time for the grand finale.

"The first item, I believe everyone is very interested in," said the head manager, Iron Hand Taoist, before taking out a box.

"Inside is one of the three ancient Foundation Establishment Pills that our ancestor obtained!"

"What?! Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"It's the legendary ancient Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Is Ancestor Red Leaf really willing to sell this?"

The crowd erupted in cheers instantly.

There was much discussion.

The Iron-Handed Taoist on the platform calmly waved his hand and explained:

"To be honest, our ancestor's old injury has not yet healed, and he urgently needs spirit stones to purchase a few rare and precious items to repair his dantian. This is one of the reasons why our ancestor went to Yunmeng City."

"Alright," announced the Iron-Handed Taoist.

"Let's begin with this ancient Foundation Establishment Pill. The starting bid is 5,000 low-grade spirit stones, and the minimum increment is 1,000 spirit stones! If anyone causes trouble, then the Heavenly Thunder Stone in my hand is not to be trifled with!"

"Heavenly Thunder Child!"

They didn't care that the Iron Hand Daoist, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, was fearless.

With the Heavenly Thunder Seed in hand, even ordinary early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Unless a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage tries to seize it, but even a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage wouldn't need to risk seizing this ancient Foundation Establishment Pill.

Because Red Leaf Market is under the protection of the Righteous Alliance, if they try to seize it, they will be punished unless they stop associating with the Righteous cultivators in the Cloud Dream Mountains.

In other words, cultivators at the Qi Refining stage do not have the strength to snatch this Foundation Establishment Pill.

Foundation Establishment cultivators don't want to take the risk of ruining their reputation and offending the righteous alliance. Of course, if it's an evil Foundation Establishment cultivator, then it's a different story. In the cultivation world, anything can happen.

"Five thousand spirit stones!" Lu Xuan felt that this price was even similar to that of a regular Foundation Establishment Pill.

Soon, this Foundation Establishment Pill attracted many cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage.

Clearly, this auction was unusual, attracting many late-stage Qi Refining cultivators from within a thousand miles.

Lu Xuan estimated that there were at least several dozen such rogue cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining.

Among them were cultivators at the tenth and eleventh levels of Qi Refining.

There was even a very low-key old man in green robes, a rogue cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, who sat at the very back!

"I, Blackbeard, want that Foundation Establishment Pill!"

The speaker was a rogue cultivator at the peak of the eleventh level of Qi Refining, with a full black beard, living up to his name. He offered his price:

"I'll offer eight thousand spirit stones, so don't even think about competing with me for it!"

"Hmph, Blackbeard, you're only at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, what's the rush? I, the Green Bronze Ancestor, have been stuck at the great perfection of the twelfth level of Qi Refining for over a decade. Give this opportunity to me!"

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