Chapter 358 Furious
Wanren City, Qingxiefang.
Ning Daoran looked out from the private room and what caught his eye was a huge auction square, surrounded by high-rise buildings. The auction platform was right in the middle. Those monks who were reluctant to spend money to enter the private room were sitting in the square. There were strong warriors carrying battle axes, as well as old and frail foundation-building ancestors, all kinds of people.
In just a cup of tea, dozens of golden elixir auras had already penetrated Ning Daoran's private room.
But all efforts were in vain. The original restrictions of Qingxiefang could not stop the exploration of the Jindan stage, but who was Ning Daoran? He had set up dozens of additional restrictions. Even the consciousness of the Yuanying stage might not be able to penetrate these restrictions.
In short, today's auction will have the Holy Medicine for Condensing Infants for sale. This kind of holy medicine will definitely attract the attention of countless Jindan masters. It is even possible that all the Jindan masters in the entire Yunzhou who have the need for Condensing Infants will come.
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Not long after, a graceful female cultivator in a plain skirt walked onto the auction stage and began to preside over today's auction. Although she was only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, she seemed to be accustomed to such grand occasions. Holding a jade talisman with a loudspeaker, she introduced the details of various treasures, their values, etc. to the auction participants one by one.
At the beginning, only some top-grade magical tools, spiritual tools and other treasures were auctioned.
When everyone's patience was almost exhausted, the female cultivator smiled and took out a few second-grade top-grade spiritual weapons that were somewhat worth looking at, followed by some treasures such as Foundation Establishment Pills, Colorful Flowers, and Falling Dust Grass.
When the holy medicine for forming the core appeared, the eyes of the group of cultivators in the late stage of foundation building in the square became hot and their faces flushed, feeling that this was their only chance in their lifetime.
After a fierce battle, the foundation-building pills, elixir-forming medicines, etc. were all taken away by their owners.
Afterwards, the young female cultivator took out a jade pestle from her storage bag, and immediately a breath of magic weapon aura swept across the entire venue. This was a third-level lower-grade magic weapon, called the Vajra Pestle, and the starting price was 20,000 spirit stones! As soon as this item came out, the entire auction square began to boil.
"Zhao Yuanlong is so bold that he actually put up a sacred object like a magic weapon for auction. But the final price is probably beyond our reach."
"You are right, fellow Daoist. It is said that this Vajra Pestle was once the life-saving magic weapon of a Buddhist cultivator. Unfortunately, it was harmed by someone later, and finally this treasure fell into the hands of a group of casual cultivators."
"This treasure is not even the finale. How terrifying is the background of Qingxiefang..."
Amid the discussions, some people had been making "silent" bids. The female cultivator on the stage just kept saying new prices with a smile on her face, but she never mentioned which room or which number the guest was making the bid.
Ning Daoran laughed secretly in his heart. This can be considered as doing his best to protect the rights of consumers, right?
As for the Vajra Pestle, a mere third-order low-grade magic weapon, he looked down upon it at all. In his place, third-order high-grade magic weapons were about to be withdrawn from the sequence of use, let alone a third-order low-grade magic weapon like the Vajra Pestle.
In the end, the Vajra Pestle was sold at a sky-high price of 110,000, but it is unknown which Jindan master bought it.
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"Everyone."
The female cultivator on the auction stage stepped out with her slender snow-white legs and said, "The next item is the finale of our auction."
As she spoke, she slapped her storage bag, and suddenly a Ganoderma lucidum as big as a cattail leaf fan and emitting a golden flame aura appeared in her hand. The rich medicinal fragrance instantly spread throughout the auction square.
"Chiyangzhi, it's really Chiyangzhi!"
"Oh my god, that's the legendary holy medicine for consolidating the fetus..."
“If my ancestor had such a Red Sun Ganoderma, he might not have died in battle and would have already reached the Nascent Soul stage…”
"How hateful! I am only in the middle stage of foundation building. The Red Sun Ganoderma is useless to me..."
As soon as Chi Yangzhi appeared, the whole square was boiling.
Ning Daoran frowned. He could sense that the golden elixir aura in each private room was also shaking violently. After everyone confirmed that it was indeed the sacred medicine for the Condensed Infant, they were all extremely excited! "Everyone."
The graceful female cultivator said with a smile, "Red Sun Ganoderma is one of the three sacred medicines for forming an Infant. It is said that even if you cannot gather all the Infant Pills, just taking Red Sun Ganoderma can increase the chances of successfully forming an Infant by half! This sacred medicine was consigned to my shop by a Yuanying senior. The starting price is 50,000 Spirit Stones. If you are interested, just enter the number of Spirit Stones you want in the jade talisman."
Immediately, the light of the jade talisman in her hand jumped, and she smiled and said, "A distinguished guest has already offered 60,000 spirit stones! Oh, no, the price has been covered, and now a distinguished guest has offered 70,000 spirit stones!"
For a moment, everyone present took a deep breath. Is it necessary to increase by 10,000 at a time so crazy? Are these late Jindan masters really that lacking in spirit stones? Ning Daoran was not in a hurry to make a move, so he observed first.
Soon after, the price reached 210,000 spirit stones, which exceeded Ning Daoran's previous estimate.
He frowned, picked up the jade talisman, and entered the number of 220,000 spirit stones.
"oh?"
The graceful female cultivator smiled and said, "A distinguished guest has already raised the price to 220,000 spirit stones. Is there any higher offer?"
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Suddenly, the sound of a teacup breaking was heard in a private room on the second floor to the southwest of the auction house.
A female cultivator in the late Jindan stage wearing a red skirt slammed the table and stood up, her ordinary face full of anger: "Who on earth is so bold that he wants to compete with us for this Red Sun Ganoderma?"
"There's no need to be so angry, young lady."
Next to him, an old man in the late Jindan stage wearing a gray robe narrowed his eyes and said, "This person may just be bluffing. We brought three hundred thousand spirit stones this time. I don't believe that this person can really afford to pay more than this number of spirit stones."
At the side, there was another old woman with a cane, exuding the aura of a late Jindan stage, sneering: "If someone can really afford this amount, it's probably not a Jindan cultivator, but a Yuanying cultivator."
"I hope so."
The female cultivator in the red skirt picked up the jade talisman and entered the number of 230,000 spirit stones.
But not long after, the female cultivator in the distance again said the number of 240,000.
"He's still increasing the price?"
The red-skirted female cultivator had a cold look in her eyes. This time she directly entered a sky-high price of 280,000 and sneered, "I don't believe that he can't follow me this time?"
The old man and the old woman nodded together: "Miss, what you said is very true..."
However, not long after, the female cultivator announced again: "A distinguished guest has offered a price of 310,000. Is there a higher price?"
"ah?"
In the private room, the female cultivator in a red skirt stepped back several steps, holding onto the windowsill with one hand, her face extremely pale: "Three hundred thousand is not enough to get a Red Sun Ganoderma? If so... my matter of condensing my infant this time..."
"We miscalculated."
The old woman holding a cane frowned and said, "If I had known that someone would pay such a high price for this Red Sun Ganoderma, I should have brought an extra 100,000 Spiritual Stones with me when we left the valley."
"Humph, this matter will not end here!"
The old man in the late Jindan stage frowned and moved his lips slightly, as if he was saying something to the outside world. Soon, his eyes flashed with ferocity and he said, "Miss, we will leave the city immediately. No matter who bought the Red Sun Ganoderma, unless he is a Yuanying ancestor, he will never leave Wanren City alive!"
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"good!"
In an instant, three figures left Wanren City.
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Inside Qingxiefang.
A steward handed over the storage bag containing the Red Yang Ganoderma, and Ning Daoran took out three thousand one hundred medium-grade spirit stones. He counted the money and goods on the spot and left through the secret passage after the transaction was settled.
But when leaving Qingxiefang, Ning Daoran felt a chill on his back, as if he was being targeted by someone. The sense of crisis honed from years of casual cultivation had never gone wrong, and it would certainly not go wrong this time.
“Shua~~~”
The moment he turned into a flash of light and flew out of the southern wall of Wanren City, Ning Daoran clearly felt a spiritual consciousness locking onto him. This spiritual consciousness came from the southern woods.
"Who are you, my fellow Taoist? Why don't you dare show your true face to others?" He couldn't help but sneer.
"Tsk tsk, fellow Daoist really has good means."
Three figures appeared in the forest. They were the two old men and one young man in the private room. They were all in the late Jindan stage. Especially the old man, his aura was extremely strong, and his cultivation was probably almost the same as that of Zhenren Nandou.
"Daoyou."
The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Leave the Red Sun Ganoderma, and you can go. We will never make things difficult for you. You are just a middle-stage Jindan, so there is no need to lose your life for someone else's Red Sun Ganoderma."
"snort……"
Ning Daoran smiled. What a straightforward dialogue. The last time he heard such words was when he was in the Qi Refining Stage.
"Fellow Daoist, do you think you can fight your way out?"
The walking stick in the old woman's hand glowed with wood-attributed magic power, and suddenly countless vines continued to extend underground, and in the blink of an eye, the area within several miles was turned into a cage.
She raised her lips and said, "We already know Daoist Huang Lu inside and out. Daoist Huang Lu, you don't think you can take Chi Yang Zhi away alive, do you?"
"Hmph, two guardians, why waste time talking to this guy?"
The red-skirted female cultivator had an icy gaze: "Even if this person hands over the Red Sun Ganoderma today, he will only die!"
"Ugly people talk a lot."
Ning Daoran said calmly.
"What did you say?!"
The female cultivator in the red skirt was furious and took action immediately. When she raised her red sleeves, two magic-level red silks came over like an overwhelming force.
The two old Jindan also took action almost at the same time. The old man sacrificed a flying sword, and the old woman was wrapped in thousands of green wood artistic conception. The spiritual pressure rolled over from the sky. The three of them actually wanted to kill Ning Daoran directly with the spiritual pressure!
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Ning Daoran's eyes were cold. He slapped his storage bag, and immediately a series of formation flags and formation plates flew out. He quickly set up a White Feather Flowing Sound Formation and a Water Cloud Golden Bamboo Sword Formation around him! "Buzz~~~"
The tender golden bamboo forest rose up, and each bamboo leaf was filled with profound sword intent. At the same time, Ning Daoran rushed forward holding the big green dragon, with strands of golden sword light flashing around him.
"Old Deer, Little White!"
He didn't plan to go to the meeting alone. In Lingpu Cave, Dabulu and Xiaobai flew into the air. At the same time, Ning Daoran slapped his storage bag, and a majestic figure appeared, wearing armor and holding a blood-red spear. It was the third-level top-grade puppet! "Not good!"
The old man's eyes were cold and grim: "This person's background is too profound!"
(End of this chapter)