Chapter 149 Heavenly Spirit Blood?
"What?" Cen Feng asked, puzzled.
Feng Yue seemed to have read his mind. "You also want to sell magic arrays?"
"That's right!"
Feng Yue frowned and said, "No, it's not that simple. Not counting the materials for making the array, just researching the array is an extremely complicated matter... Otherwise, wouldn't they be everywhere on the market?"
"That's not a problem, it just takes some time and effort."
Ye Luo secretly began to calculate. The book he inherited, "Xuanzhen Tianji Ce," contained array diagrams of all sizes, and he roughly estimated that there were about a thousand of them.
Simply select a few items to make into finished products, and you can naturally sell them at the auction house. This way, you can also exchange them for more materials for ancient teleportation arrays. Isn't that wonderful?
"Oh, this way I don't have to think about where to rob someone's mine all the time... I'm so kind."
At the auction, the bidding had already reached 1.5 million spirit stones. Now it was time to consider the matter carefully, and the number of bidders gradually decreased.
Seeing this, the old man remained calm and patient, and went on to explain the intricacies of the maze formation, which once again aroused everyone's desire to buy it.
"One million six hundred thousand!"
"One million eight hundred thousand!"
"One million nine hundred thousand!"
"Three million." At this moment, the woman in private room number three made the bid, which caused the others who still wanted to bid to whisper among themselves. After a long while, they could only give up somewhat unwillingly.
"Private room number three bids: three million! Any higher bids?!"
After waiting a moment and seeing that no one else was bidding, the old man struck the gong beside him, announcing, "Congratulations to the lady in private room number three for successfully winning this item!"
Ye Luo patted the folding fan in her hand and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk tsk, three million spirit stones... that's outrageous!"
The old man then cleared his throat, took out an exquisite box from his storage ring, and held it in his hands, saying in a deep voice, "This is the last item to be auctioned tonight!"
"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me what this is!"
"Distinguished guest, please be patient and let me explain the value of this item." The old man opened the box and took out a crystal-clear glass bottle with a drop of red liquid suspended inside.
"This item is a drop of 'Heavenly Spiritual Treasure Blood,' which was obtained by chance in an ancient battlefield. Consuming it will double one's cultivation level!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd began to discuss among themselves. A man in brocade robes questioned, "With just a drop of blood, what level of 'multiplication' can it achieve? Could you explain in detail?"
Hearing the doubts of the crowd, the old man simply chuckled and said, "If someone is at a bottleneck in the Nascent Soul stage, consuming this will allow them to break through the barrier and directly become a Deity Transformation stage cultivator."
"What?!"
The crowd erupted in uproar upon hearing this. The Nascent Soul stage was a realm that people in the lower realms desperately cultivated to reach, and it was also an important threshold for those who wanted to cultivate in the upper realms.
"You're telling the truth?"
The old man said, "One bottle has already been sold. I guarantee with the reputation of the auction house that this is absolutely true!"
"Tch, forgive my bluntness, but what's the value of reputation anyway?"
"This 'Heavenly Spirit Blood'? I've never even heard of it. You need to provide some evidence to convince us."
"Yes, if some random blood is used to fake it, wouldn't we be at a huge disadvantage?"
The old man said, “Please be patient, everyone. Have you heard of Dao Yun Zhenren of Wuxian Mountain? He broke through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm because of this precious blood. If you don’t believe me, you can go and visit him to verify it.”
Upon hearing this, some of those in the know suddenly realized why someone who was originally only at the early Nascent Soul stage had suddenly broken through to the Divine Transformation stage—it was all because of this precious blood.
Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, the old man knew that he had stabilized the situation and continued, "May I ask, distinguished guests, have you ever heard of the 'Heavenly Spirit Body'?"
"Celestial Spirit Body!"
"Heavens! Could this be the precious blood of the Celestial Spirit Body? That's the legendary Immortal Body! How... how is this possible?!"
The old man chuckled: "Absolutely true!"
Inside the private room, Ye Luo's face was filled with shock, and she stammered, "The Heavenly... Heavenly Spirit Body?"
He originally thought that the records in the ancient books were all nonsense, but he didn't expect that they were actually true.
"I think they just said... this blood was obtained from an ancient battlefield?"
So... there were indeed omegas before him who had traveled to this world?
In other words...
He's now definitely the "easy target"!
Seeing his pale face, Cen Feng asked with some concern, "Junior Brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing this, Ye Luo stared at him blankly, her brows furrowing in distress. "I want to cry..."
"Huh?" Cen Feng looked completely bewildered.
At this moment, the old man in the auction house raised the small glass bottle in his hand and said in a strong voice, "Distinguished guests, this is a rare opportunity. There is only one bottle left. The starting bid is one million spirit stones!"
"One million two hundred thousand!"
"One million five hundred thousand!"
"Two million two hundred thousand!"
Three million!
Four million!
Upon hearing this, the old man's face lit up with joy, and he laughed, "Private room number one, four million spirit stones! Any higher bids?"
"Four million five hundred thousand!"
"Alright, five million for private room number two!"
Five hundred and fifty!
...
The bidding inside the venue was still climbing. At this moment, Cen Feng, who was watching the show, became more and more excited and kept talking to Ye Luo. Unfortunately, he didn't hear a word Ye Luo said and only felt a buzzing in his ears.
The sudden surge in bids sent shivers down his spine and made his heart tremble.
He could almost imagine that if his physical condition were truly exposed, he would probably die a gruesome death...
"I...I want to go back..."
Cen Feng: "Huh? It should be over soon, just wait a little longer."
"I want to go back right now!" Ye Luo shouted irritably, and the private room immediately fell silent.
Hearing the bidding outside the venue, which had exceeded ten million spirit stones, he felt increasingly uneasy.
Cen Feng was stunned by his shout, and exchanged a nervous glance with Feng Yue, saying, "Okay, okay... we'll go back to the sect as soon as we get the storage ring."
"Hmm..." Ye Luo responded softly. At this moment, all he wanted was to see Jun Yi, as if only that could dispel the fear he felt.
Cen Feng strode out the door, summoned the waiter who had been guarding outside, and after successfully acquiring the item, the three of them quickly left the auction house.
"Junior brother, are you alright?" Cen Feng asked him cautiously.
At this moment, Ye Luo left the venue and her mood calmed down a bit. "I'm fine... I just suddenly felt down just now..."
Cen Feng: "I'm so glad you're alright. You scared me half to death."
"Let's go." Ye Luo and his two companions had just stepped out of the black market street when they felt several murderous intents rushing towards them. They saw several fierce-looking burly men staring at them with greedy eyes.
Ye Luo recognized one of the big men; he was the one who originally wanted to trick them, but he never expected that the man had gathered so many people.
"Hmph, finally caught you? You must have gotten quite a few good things at the auction, right? Hand them over obediently, and I'll spare your lives!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Luo's face turned icy cold. He was just worried that he had nowhere to vent his nameless anger.
"If you get out of here now, I'll spare your lives!"
"Hahahaha, he said he'd spare our lives? This kid's got a problem—" Suddenly, the burly man's arrogant laughter stopped abruptly.
The throat, pierced by the flying blade, emitted muffled, painful sounds, and streams of bright red blood gushed from the neck.
Everyone was shocked to see this, and fear crept into their hearts as they looked at Ye Luo, whose face was full of murderous intent.
The burly man at the head of the group snapped out of his daze and roared, "You little bastard, you're really ruthless! What are you all standing there for? Attack!"
"Who dares!" Cen Feng blocked Ye Luo's path and said coldly, "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"
"Fifth Senior Brother, don't interfere."
"Ah? But..." Before Cen Feng could finish speaking, Ye Luo summoned the Dragon Bone Whip and lashed it out. In a few flashes, he rushed towards the group, and a painful howl came from ahead.
Ye Luo showed no mercy. The places where the bone whip struck became bloody and mangled, shocking everyone who saw it, and they all began to scatter.
However, Ye Luo had no intention of letting them go. She summoned eight flying blades that glowed with an eerie light and, driven by her spiritual power, attacked the fleeing group. Several shrill screams rang out, and the street was soon stained with blood.
The group of people who had been standing not far away, intending to watch the show and pick up the pieces, immediately abandoned the idea and looked at Ye Luo with fear.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly delicate and frail boy was so ruthless and decisive in his actions. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.
To my surprise, the hunter became the hunted, and was unilaterally crushed and slaughtered, leaving me with a deep sense of sorrow.
At this moment, looking at the corpses on the ground, Ye Luo could barely suppress her bloodlust and murmured, "Not enough, not enough..."
They still want to kill.
He suddenly raised his head, glanced at the group of people not far away, and said coldly, "Why aren't you making a move yet? When are you going to?"
Upon hearing this, the group chuckled awkwardly and took a few steps back in unison, saying, "Young, young fellow Daoist... you've misunderstood, we were just passing by..."
"Oh, really?"
Feng Yue noticed Ye Luo's unusual behavior and quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying urgently, "Junior Brother, that's enough!"
Ye Luo turned to look at Feng Yue, and after a long while, the killing intent in her body gradually faded. She glanced at the people in the distance and said, "Get lost."
"Yes, yes!" Upon hearing this, the group took off running, as if Ye Luo were some kind of monstrous flood.
The black market auction had already ended, and many forces had emerged from the black market, only to witness this scene unexpectedly.
"That kid's voice... it sounds like the one from private room number six earlier, right?"
"Yes, it looks like him. I didn't expect there to be only three of them."
"Oh, so you have an idea?"
A man with effeminate features chuckled noncommittally, "They're just two Core Formation stage and one Foundation Establishment stage brat. Dealing with them is a piece of cake."
Ye Luo also sensed the unfriendly gazes, and glanced behind her with displeasure. "Let's go."
They had only taken a few steps when, sure enough, a provocative voice came from behind them.
"Hey, leave your storage artifacts and such, and I'll spare your lives," the effeminate-looking man chuckled.
Ye Luo chuckled and ignored him, continuing to walk forward with Cen Feng and Feng Yue.
This blatant disregard made him feel utterly humiliated, and he roared in anger, "Go! Kill them for me!"
At a command, two Nascent Soul stage cultivators appeared and blocked their path, saying, "If my young master commands you to die, you cannot live."
A smile appeared in Ye Luo's eyes as she casually sat down on a stool. "I don't believe it."
The effeminate-looking man, seeing his calm and composed demeanor, instantly felt a surge of anger. "What are you waiting for?!"
Just then, several black figures flashed out and blocked Ye Luo's way. They were Ling Qing and the others who had been secretly guarding her.
"Young master."
Ye Luo toyed with the folding fan in her hand, pointed at the effeminate man, and laughed, "How much of a chance do you think you have?"
He looked at Ling Qing and the others, his face turning deathly pale. He had initially thought they were easy prey, but they turned out to be tough opponents. So he forced a dry laugh and said, "It's a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding..."
After saying that, he waved to the two Nascent Soul stage guards and prepared to leave this place of trouble.
"Wait, did I say you could leave?"
Upon hearing this, the effeminate-looking man stiffened, his face turning pale and then turning ugly. Among those who had come to this black market auction were quite a few acquaintances.
If he were to back down after being provoked like this, and if word got back to his family by someone with ulterior motives, he would certainly be scolded again, and it would also affect his prestige within the family.
After much deliberation, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward, glaring at Ye Luo not far away, and say, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"
"Oh ho?" Ye Luo patted the folding fan in his hand, his whole body exuding a faint air of murderous intent, and laughed, "Not bad, I like tough guys."
A major battle between the two sides was about to break out. At this time, all the forces watched the show, showing no intention of leaving, and even fanning the flames as if they didn't want the drama to get out of hand.
"Young Master Han Yun, don't back down! Show your usual spirit, or you'll disgrace Han Family Fortress!"
"That's right, if word gets out, you'll be too ashamed to show your face anymore, hahaha!"
"You—!" Han Yun was so angry that his face turned ashen. He glared at the group of ill-intentioned people behind him, now in a situation where he was caught in a dilemma.
"I can let you go, but..." Ye Luo smiled kindly and said, "Leave your storage artifacts and such, and I will spare your lives, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. This was truly an act of giving someone a taste of their own medicine.
"You're talking nonsense!" Han Yun was furious. "The outcome is still uncertain, you're being far too arrogant!"
Ye Luo wiped the smile off her face and said in a deep voice, "Whether I'm arrogant or not, you'll find out by trying."
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