After the initial auction of materials and spiritual herbs, when the elixirs and spiritual tools that were still priced high or even higher in value to Lou Kongyu were auctioned off, Lou Kongyu was not as impressed.
After all, for him, it was something he could not afford and had never even dreamed of.
This behavior was a bit like being too shocked and becoming numb, and it didn't attract any attention from others.
However, as the auction progressed, Chu Lu, who was in the soul bead illusion, felt something strange.
——The jade flute used by Fairy Huanlu of Yunyin Pavilion, the battle flag used by Sect Master Jiang of Jiugong Sect, the medicine mortar of Taoist Master Renqi of Baicao Valley...
It cannot be said that these things cannot be put up for auction. After all, they are all spiritual weapons, used by the elite disciples of the sect in the past and now by the cultivators who have become powerful ones in the world of cultivation. They are also top-notch spiritual weapons.
It’s just those prefixes deliberately added by the auctioneer that make people feel very complicated.
Chu Lu recalled the auctions he had participated in that year, and was sure that he had never encountered such a thing. If he had to add a prefix, perhaps the fact that he had killed so many demon cultivators in the past might be similar to the current situation, but the two were completely incomparable in terms of content.
When enough demon cultivators are killed, the spiritual tool or weapon will be covered with a bloody aura, which may be troublesome for the owner. However, if an effective way to restrain it is found, it can be used in the battlefield against demon cultivators. Under the background conditions of that year, the advantages far outweighed the disadvantages in general, so it is no wonder that everyone scrambled for it.
At this moment, looking at the current situation, Chu Lu finally felt that a hundred years had passed and things and people had changed.
I also feel a little sad: the young people in the cultivation world nowadays...
As the auction progressed to this stage, the private room on the second floor, which had been quiet, finally saw some movement.
Chu Lu watched helplessly as those spiritual weapons were bought by bidders at prices that far exceeded their practical value.
Chu Lu: "..."
He couldn't help but sigh: There are so many suckers in the cultivation world.
Then I saw the next item to be auctioned——
The essence of Taoism written by Linghua Daojun himself.
Chu Lu:? ? ?
Did he write this? No, it was just a copy, right? It was like reading the notes left by a senior… Maybe it was left when he first turned to the Dharma practice? … Never mind, it’s been too long, I can’t remember clearly…
Even if he wrote it, shouldn't it be destroyed immediately after it is discovered? He is a fallen monk! !
Chu Lu listened with mixed feelings as the auction price of this ordinary, even somewhat dangerous Taoist essence soared all the way until it was finally sold at an unprecedented price in this auction and was bought by the guest in the second private room from the right upstairs.
Chu Lu: "..."
He observed the monks in the hall and found that they all looked as if nothing was unusual and that it was normal.
Chu Lu: ...He began to not understand these young people.
Not to mention how complicated Chu Lu's mood was, the Taoist Essence written by Linghua Daojun was indeed the second to last item in this auction, and after it was the magic sword that Wanbao Pavilion said "If it finds a master, it will be given away without charge."
However, based on Chu Lu's observation of the entrance fee collected in this auction, even if this spiritual sword was really given away to a chosen owner, Wanbao Pavilion would not compensate him. It could even take this opportunity to build a reputation in Huangzhou.
——I don’t know who came up with this idea, but in this environment of cultivation, he is truly a business genius.
Before the last lot comes up.
At the front of the lobby, the row of seats that were obviously reserved were finally occupied. Some came down from the private rooms on the second floor, while others had just arrived because they were obviously only interested in this spiritual sword...
The atmosphere in the hall changed suddenly. All kinds of auras were released, some strong, some weak, some soft, some sharp, but mixed together, causing the doors, windows and decorations in the room to creak under the heavy weight. The monks with lower cultivation in the room turned pale and gasped for breath.
Fortunately, the owner of the auction was well prepared for this, and the formations in various places lit up. The momentum in the room was instantly dissipated, but it quickly returned to normal. However, this tough means of suppression inevitably caused some dissatisfaction from the audience.
The new auctioneer walked up slowly, smiled at the audience, and said slowly: "The selection of the owner of a spirit sword is not based on cultivation. I believe that all the distinguished guests who have come here know this very well, so I don't want to waste your efforts."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dissatisfied noises suddenly stopped.
It’s not because the auctioneer is so pretty, or because what she says makes sense.
The above two reasons are indeed true, but in the final analysis it is because of the momentum released by the other party...
The pressure from the out-of-body stage swept through the hall, and there was complete silence.
After all, although the Master Sword is good, most cultivators have their own natal swords in the Nascent Soul stage, and therefore most of those who came here now are at the Golden Core stage. With the gap in realm, they naturally have no way to resist. The few troublemakers who were specially taken care of by the female cultivator sat in their seats with pale faces and sweat on their foreheads. If they were not sitting there at this moment, they would probably make a fool of themselves on the spot.
After putting an end to the minor commotion before the auction, the auction finally went on.
The red brocade that blocked spiritual consciousness was removed, and the spiritual sword appeared before everyone's eyes.
It is a short sword, closer to a dagger.
There is a blood groove on the top and serrations on one side. Perhaps it's because of the casting material or because it drank too much blood, but the sword is covered with a layer of dark red, as if it were stains left by dried blood on it time and time again.
The moment the sword appeared, the first thing everyone felt was not the sword energy or sword intent, but the bloody aura that was so thick that it was almost overwhelming.
Many people in the audience were already showing hesitation, but a small number of them became even more excited.
…
Chu Lu in the soul bead also looked solemn—
[Sora fish.]
It was rare for him to be called by his name in such a serious manner, and Lou Kongyu subconsciously straightened up.
He opened his mouth and almost spoke before he reacted and sent a telepathic message: [Senior, what's wrong? It's that sword... Is there a problem?]
Chu Lu agreed, confirming his guess.
There is indeed a problem.
Just as Chu Lu said before, in his impression, the weapons auctioned at the so-called auction would usually be introduced by the number of demon cultivators they had killed. And even with Chu Lu's experience, this short sword was the best among all.
But when it reaches this level, the price will actually go down.
After all, if one is not careful, it will cause the owner to have many inner demons and destroy his cultivation. Most cultivators cannot use such a troublesome weapon.
Moreover, Chu Lu is now skeptical about whether this sword has a sword spirit.
Judging from the auction house's practice of taking it out without any protection, they are almost completely unaware of the sword's condition, and they might even mistake the inner demons and hallucinations evoked by the sword for the sword's spirit.
...If a sword spirit really comes into being, that would be troublesome.
At this point, it can already be called a "magic sword". I wonder which battle site this auction house dug it out from.
Chu Lu continued: [If possible, you'd better get this sword.]
Otherwise, a situation similar to that of the demon-possessed monk in Lanyuan County might occur.
No……
A swordsman in the Jindan stage who is famous for his powerful attacks, plus the influence of this short sword.
The lethality is probably much greater than that time.
Lou Kongyu actually really wanted to agree, and he almost agreed.
He always tries his best to fulfill the requirements of the immortal senior.
But this time…
[…Senior,] Lou Kongyu hesitated, [I…may not have enough…]
In fact, Lou Kongyu felt that what he said was too tactful and polite, and it was only saving face for himself.
More than that, it was not enough. Just looking at the prices of the previous few, his entire family fortune would not even be enough to buy a fraction of the fraction.
Chu Lu: [No need for spirit stones.]
Lou Kongyu:?!
Before Lou Kongyu could open his mouth to ask, there was a sudden commotion around him.
Originally, no matter how hard the monks tried, the dagger remained motionless. It was assumed that it had no owner. Even the female monk who was temporarily acting as the auctioneer had already announced the reserve price. But at this moment, the dagger suddenly trembled.
Under such circumstances where everyone was watching, no matter how slight the fluctuations on the dagger were, they would not escape the human eye, let alone such an obvious tremor.
All those who were about to bid stopped talking and stared at the movement with bated breath.
Some people also saw that the situation was not good and wanted to call out the price before that.
But before he could make a sound, the dagger left a shadow in the sky and went straight in one direction.
The fierce gust of wind cut through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound.
That... doesn't look like choosing a master at all, but rather like it's eager to drink blood.
Under the threat of danger, the monks in the path of the dagger all retreated to the side to avoid it.
In this way, Lou Kongyu, who was standing still or even standing up, became particularly conspicuous.
The sword kept flying towards the distance of three seats in front of Lou Kongyu, and its speed did not slow down. Some people even saw the horrific scene of blood splattering and the body and head being separated as expected.
The female cultivator on the stage frowned and was ready to attack. She was close to him just now, so she knew the power of the sword best.
——No matter how much she blamed this boy for overestimating his abilities, she could not allow a customer to die in this auction house.
But none of the scenes they expected appeared.
The dagger suddenly stopped one step in front of the young man, as if blocked by some invisible barrier. It neither moved forward nor backward, floating quietly in the air until it was grasped by a hand with sword calluses.
There was a moment of silence in the lobby.
Under the gaze of everyone, the young man stood there expressionlessly with a dagger in his hand. His cultivation was not outstanding among the crowd, but at this moment he stood there straight, and his whole body looked like a sword.
It was no longer surprising that the dagger chose such a young man as its master.
However... in reality... Lou Kongyu didn't dare to move at all.
His legs were still weak, and he suspected that he would collapse and fall if he moved even a little.
At that moment just now, he really thought he was going to die.
Being enveloped by unreserved murderous intent and bloodiness, that overwhelming, powerless resistance makes people feel despair.
But perhaps it was the aftereffect of Chu Lu using his body to teach him sword moves a few years ago, Lou Kongyu subconsciously imitated Chu Lu's posture at this time...
——As long as he uses, or in other words, as long as he reproduces the moves of his predecessors, he will be safe.
This idea was engraved deep in his subconscious mind after being confirmed again and again, and he subconsciously imitated the posture in his memory.
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