Half an hour later.
Song Chen led Zhao Ziyi across more than a dozen streets to the Lin's Auction House.
Song Chen stood at the entrance, looking up at the Lin's Auction House building, his eyes filled with awe.
"Yesterday, while in the restaurant, I saw some tall buildings in the city."
Unexpectedly, one of them turned out to be the Lin Family Auction House.
The Lin's Auction House occupies a very large area.
Song Chen estimated that it was at least ten times the size of the cave they lived in.
Moreover, the auction house is entirely made of wood, and it took Song Chen three attempts to measure the thickest doorpost.
The grand and solemn auction house has nine floors, and talismans or ritual implements are hung on the eaves of each floor.
Golden light rippled across the eaves, clearly indicating that an array had been set up.
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi walked around the auction house entrance, stopping and starting, observing for a long time.
Finally, Song Chen came to a conclusion.
"What a grand gesture! This formation is more advanced than the one in the academy; it must have been set up by a Nascent Soul cultivator."
"A Nascent Soul cultivator? That should be a Rank 6 formation. To get a Nascent Soul cultivator to take action, it would cost at least a million gold, right?"
The two exchanged a glance and gasped.
This Lin Family Auction House truly lives up to its reputation as the number one auction house in the Tianyan Continent.
One formation costs one million gold.
If you add the talismans and magical artifacts on the building, a single building would cost five or six million gold.
Zhao Ziyi rubbed his hands excitedly. "Let's go in and ask if their boss, Lin Maozhi, is here."
The two excitedly entered Lin's Auction House.
As soon as they entered, they heard the waiters greet them in unison.
"Welcome, monks."
Song Chen looked up and his heart skipped a beat. The people greeting people at the door were all Foundation Establishment cultivators!
A graceful woman walked over, bowed slightly in a dignified manner, and greeted him with a smile.
"Please come in, cultivator. Are you here at the Lin Family Auction House to buy or sell goods?"
Zhao Ziyi took out an invitation from his storage bag and handed it over.
"Yesterday, Lin Maozhi, the owner of Lin's Auction House, sent us this invitation."
"Could we please see the boss?"
The beautiful woman took the invitation, checked it, and then handed it back.
"The invitations you two received are genuine; they are admission tickets to our second-floor auction. However, the owner is not at the auction house, so it seems you two cultivators have made a wasted trip."
Zhao Ziyi was slightly taken aback. It seemed that this invitation was not weighty enough, and the boss was not qualified to come forward.
Song Chen looked up and said with a smile:
"I'm looking for Boss Lin to discuss cultivation with him. Could you please pass on a message: Boss Lin has been stuck at the mortal stage for quite some time now?"
The beautiful woman hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.
Then, remembering how much the boss valued cultivation, he nodded in agreement.
"Please wait a moment, I'll go ask."
After the beautiful waitress left.
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi stood in the empty hall, communicating quietly via telepathy.
"How can you say Lin Maozhi is a mortal? He's clearly at the first level of Qi Refining."
Song Chen smiled slightly and transmitted his voice:
"If Lin Maozhi's physique is similar to mine, then he cannot be at the first level of Qi Refining."
Because the meridians in our bodies, no matter how much spiritual energy they store, will eventually disappear.
His cultivation level is mostly an act.
The two waited for a while, and then they saw the dignified beauty from before walking over in a flurry.
"Distinguished guests, Mr. Lin would like to invite you upstairs for a chat."
"Please lead the way."
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi followed the beautiful woman all the way up the luxurious staircase to the top floor of the Lin's Auction House.
A large, gilded, and intricately carved gate stands atop the nine-story staircase.
"I'll leave you here, you can go up now."
After the beautiful woman finished speaking, she turned around and walked downstairs.
The moment the beautiful woman descended to the eighth floor, the doors to the ninth floor slowly opened.
I saw the door open silently.
Song Chen went in first.
A voice came from inside the room:
"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be you. You received my invitation yesterday, are you here to repay a debt of gratitude?"
Lin Maozhi, dressed in a magnificent robe, sat upright before his desk, holding a writing brush in his hand. On the desk were dozens of books.
The nine floors are not empty; besides the tall bookshelves, the entire room is filled with exquisitely decorated items.
Song Chen smiled slightly. Before he was unable to cultivate, he also made sure to enjoy everything.
I always bring several sets of tables, chairs, and tableware wherever I go.
But once he was able to cultivate, he focused solely on cultivation and couldn't care less about anything else.
Song Chen clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, smiling slightly:
"Boss Lin, you're taking advantage of our kindness. We came here not to participate in the second-floor auction, but to treat your illness."
"Hahaha, what a joke, what illness do I have?"
Zhao Ziyi glanced at Song Chen, then at Lin Maozhi, and thought the two were very similar. They always had a smiling face, but they were actually cunning.
However, it was precisely because the two were similar that they were able to reach an agreement.
Zhao Ziyi simply stopped talking and sat down with Song Chen on the futon next to the desk.
Song Chen didn't reply, but instead stretched out his hand and showed it to Lin Maozhi.
"Mr. Lin, look at my hand, doesn't it look like yours?"
Lin Maozhi frowned, observed carefully for a moment, and then sneered:
"Isn't this just a man's hand?"
Song Chen smiled slightly.
"These are hands that have been used for martial arts practice. I was once unable to cultivate because my meridians couldn't retain spiritual energy."
He could only practice some basic hand-to-hand combat and martial arts routines, which left calluses on his palms. But now…
Song Chen circulated his spiritual energy, and with a bang, the exquisite purple spiritual fire appeared in his palm.
"I am already able to cultivate."
After listening to Song Chen's words, Lin Maozhi pinched the bridge of his nose. There must be at least ten, if not a hundred, people like Song Chen who tell him stories every day.
Suddenly, his hand paused, as if his hand was truly different from those of other cultivators.
Lin Maozhi lowered his hand from between his brows, glanced at it, and indeed saw traces of boxing training.
What do you want?
Lin Maozhi stared intently into Song Chen's eyes.
Song Chen raised three fingers:
"Three million gold coins, and I'll tell you the method to cultivate."
Zhao Ziyi, who was listening nearby, almost choked on his own saliva. He quickly transmitted his thoughts:
"Three million? Aren't we asking for too much?"
Song Chen replied in his mind:
"No, Lin Maozhi built this building to save his own life."
Selling cultivation methods nowadays, three million Vajra (a type of martial arts master) would be a good deal.
It's slightly less expensive than building a house, while also ensuring our authenticity.
Lin Maozhi was not surprised to hear about the three million gold coins, but instead asked in a deep voice:
What guarantees do you have? And what if it doesn't work?
Song Chen said with a smile:
"You can swear an oath first, and if the method works, you can pay later."
"I swear... if you cultivate but don't pay, my Dao heart will be shattered, how about that?"
Seeing Song Chen's serious expression, Lin Maozhi couldn't help but take it seriously as well.
With a slight movement of his fingers, dozens of storage bags flew in from all directions.
The storage bags were stacked together and placed in front of Zhao Ziyi.
"Here's three million gold coins. I'm ready, are you?"
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