Chapter 49
Mandarin Duck Decision
"Thirty thousand!"
"Thirty-two thousand!"
"Thirty-five thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
Amidst the scramble among the alchemists, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building suddenly shouted.
His eye sockets were red and bloodshot, and he stared at the purple liquid on the stage.
There was a hint of understanding in Ling Mochen's eyes. This person might have at least one relative or friend whose Dantian was damaged, just like he had been. In his despair, there was a faint hope, longing to repair his Dantian and return to the path of immortality.
But which type of people in the world of immortal cultivation have the least shortage of spirit stones?
Naturally, it is the alchemist of high status!
Soon, the man's bidding was drowned out by the loud noise again.
"Fifty-five thousand!"
"Fifty-eight thousand!"
"Sixty thousand!"
Yan Qingyan was a little surprised and asked: "Is this thing so valuable?"
It was indeed a spiritual plant that she had spent several months cultivating!
"Things are valuable because they are rare, and besides..." Ling Mochen glanced at her calmly and said in a voice transmission, "In fact, a complete thousand-year-old Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass is more valuable than the boiled medicine."
"What?!"
Yan Qingyan was shocked and couldn't understand the reason.
Ling Mochen explained: "If you want the Millennium Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass to have a powerful healing effect, it is best to combine it with other spiritual plants to make a pill. These most wealthy alchemists on the continent prefer a complete Millennium Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass to a portion of liquid medicine."
Yan Qingyan:......
I see.
Rare items, items that wealthy people want, are all valuable treasures, Yan Qingyan concluded.
In the end, the first batch of thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spirit liquid was bought by an alchemist at the price of 80,000 medium-grade spirit stones.
Next comes the second one.
“There’s another one!”
"It's my turn now, Master Pharmacist, you are not allowed to snatch it again!"
"Hmph! This alchemist will take as many as you give me. No matter how many, it's never too much!" The alchemist who had just taken a picture of the medicinal liquid retorted arrogantly.
"Twenty thousand!"
"Twenty-two thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
Yan Qingyan glanced at the monk who was bidding the price. He was the one who excitedly shouted out a price of 50,000 just now, but he couldn't raise the price any higher.
"He is a man with a story." Yan Qingyan said with emotion.
Unfortunately, none of the people bidding had much empathy and quickly suppressed the bid of the monk with red eyes.
"Fifty-three thousand!"
"Fifty-four thousand mid-grade spirit stones!"
Feng Ning sat in the box and silently raised the sign.
"Sixty thousand!"
Hearing the voice, Wang Hu turned and looked towards the box where Feng Ning was.
Chen Qiang said on the side: "According to our employer's voice, isn't he here to bid for the Purple Thunder Crystal Marrow?"
"Perhaps, he also has an old friend whose Dantian was damaged?" Mo Qing guessed, "After all, he is the eldest disciple of the Biyue Sect, and he has a fellow disciple like Yin Siwen who likes to destroy people's Dantian. Maybe among the people killed there are his acquaintances."
When Chen Qiang heard the name Yin Siwen, an expression of disgust appeared on his face.
"Bah! That Yin guy is such a coward!" Chen Qiang cursed inwardly.
"Keep your voice down!" Mo Qing quickly covered Chen Qiang's mouth.
Wang Hu shook his head helplessly. As early as when Chen Qiang started talking, he had already set up a soundproof barrier around them.
"Sixty-two thousand!"
"Sixty-five thousand!"
Feng Ning raised the sign again, "70,000!"
In the end, this second portion of the thousand-year-old Hongmeng Purple Spirit Medicine was bought by Feng Ning, the eldest disciple of the Biyue Sect.
The attendant behind Feng Ning asked quietly, "Sir, are you going to give it to Master Haoran?"
"No hurry, I didn't hide my identity when I came here." Feng Ning said coldly: "Yin Siwen will get the news sooner or later, now is not a good time to give him the medicine."
The servant behind him sighed softly when he heard this.
In the next box.
Yan Qingyan counted the spirit stones in her storage ring as it was refilled and let out a satisfied sigh.
Next, a bunch of filler items appeared one after another, and I didn't know which casual cultivators brought them out.
On the way, Yan Qingyan took a picture of a 'Wood Spirit Crystal', which can assist cultivators with wood spiritual roots in their cultivation, and is also beneficial to her wood-related abilities.
Ling Mochen also bought a 'Fire Spirit Crystal', which could feed the strange fire in his body, the more the better.
The Luo family auction house has a good grasp of the rhythm. After a round of fierce bidding, they use a bunch of common items as a buffer. What follows is probably another unknown good show.
"The next item to be auctioned is an early Earth-level magical weapon, the Purple Profound Alchemy Cauldron!" Luo Zi's cheeks were flushed. This was the first time that their Luo family publicly auctioned an Earth-level magical weapon. She couldn't help but feel excited.
Yan Qingyan sat up straight.
"Mo Chen, it's an alchemy cauldron!" It's of higher grade than your Xuan-level one!
Ling Mochen saw what Qingyan was thinking and couldn't help but said, "Qingyan, my current cultivation level is enough for the Xuan level. I'm afraid most of the alchemists present here are here for this item."
In Xuan Gan Continent, Earth-level magical instruments are still too rare, and the vast majority of alchemists use Xuan-level alchemy cauldrons.
"It's okay, let's try bidding first." Yan Qingyan said.
The important thing is to participate.
Luo Zi said calmly: "The starting price is one million medium-grade spirit stones."
Yan Qingyan:......
Excuse me!
"One million and one hundred thousand!"
"One million and two hundred thousand!"
“…”
"My goodness, the price has been increasing by hundreds of thousands since now!" Yan Qingyan shrank her neck and suddenly felt that what she had in her storage ring was not enough.
"or……"
Yan Qingyan's eyes turned and looked at Ling Mochen.
Ling Mochen's heart skipped a beat. What weird idea had Qingyan come up with?
As soon as he thought of it, sure enough, Yan Qingyan's unique voice came faintly towards him.
"Mo Chen, tell me, if we put the Spirit Cleansing Grass up for auction, can we buy this Earth-level Alchemy Cauldron?"
Ling Mochen:......
Qingyan, I underestimated your courage.
Yan Qingyan counted them out to him: "Look, I must get the Divine Thunder Remnant Wood, but I definitely don't have enough Spirit Stones now. The Spirit Cleansing Grass is the most suitable spiritual plant for auction."
The thousand-year-old Hongmeng purple spiritual grass can no longer be taken.
Scarcity makes things valuable; if there are too many of them, they become worthless.
Ling Mochen asked, "Qingyan, how many mature spirit cleansing herbs do you have?"
"Two." Yan Qingyan replied.
In the past six months, she has focused on cultivating the Nine-Turn Nurturing Spirit Grass, but the Washing Spirit Grass is obviously easier to cultivate than the Nine-Turn Nurturing Spirit Grass.
New spirit-cleansing grass seeds have been replanted in the space spirit field.
“How about using the spirit stones gained from the auction of cleansing spirit herbs to exchange one for an earth-grade alchemy cauldron and one for a remnant of divine thunder wood?” Yan Qingyan touched his chin and gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.
What a good idea!
"Qingyan, there is no need to auction the alchemy cauldron. I have no chance of owning it." Ling Mochen shook his head and said, "But if you take out the Spirit Cleansing Grass, you will have to think about how to escape after a while."
"Don't worry, just follow the original plan." Yan Qingyan comforted.
Finally, this Earth-grade alchemy cauldron was bought by an alchemist for 6.66 million medium-grade spirit stones.
Yan Qingyan secretly gave him a thumbs up.
'6'!
After the earth-level magic weapon was taken away by the venue staff, Luo Zi took out the next auction item.
Her eyes flickered slightly and her cheeks had a strange red color.
"The next item is..."
"Ahem~"
Luo Zi coughed lightly and said unnaturally, "It's a mid-level Xuan-level dual cultivation technique."
"Yuanyang Jue!"
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