Chapter 37 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (2)
"Dear fellow Taoists, welcome to this auction!" A shrill voice sounded again, and a man in a gorgeous brocade robe and with a slicked-back face walked onto the stage, waving a folding fan with a canary painted on it. "I'm sure you've all heard of the ultimate treasure of this auction - it's the 'Spirit Condensing Pearl' that can stabilize your spiritual roots and increase your cultivation speed!"
As he finished speaking, the red cloth was unveiled, and a bead emitting soft white light appeared before everyone's eyes.
Feng Ziang's breathing stagnated, that was the Soul Condensing Pearl he had been thinking about!
"The starting price for the Soul Condensing Pearl is five hundred low-grade spirit stones!" the host announced loudly.
five hundred……
Feng Ziang touched his empty storage bag and his face turned pale instantly.
Five hundred low-grade spirit stones were an astronomical number to him.
The bidders around began to get excited.
"Five hundred and fifty!" a rough voice rang out.
"Six hundred!" another shrill voice followed closely.
The price kept rising, and Feng Ziang felt increasingly depressed.
Is he destined to miss out on this Soul Condensing Pearl?
Just as the price climbed to one thousand low-grade spirit stones and everyone was arguing over it, Feng Ziang suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Wait a minute!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, with confusion, disdain, and obvious hostility.
Fengzi looked up at all these gazes, shook his head in a pretentious manner, pointed at the Soul Condensing Bead on the stage and said, "This Soul Condensing Bead seems to have some flaws."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience burst into laughter.
"Flaw? My fellow Daoist, you can eat whatever you want but you can't say anything you want!" A burly cultivator glared at Feng Ziang with dissatisfaction.
Feng Ziangsi was not afraid at all, instead he showed a meaningful smile: "I have seen a similar treasure in an ancient book. It says that the true Condensing Spirit Pearl has internal spiritual energy, not like this one that emits light externally. In my opinion, the spiritual energy of this Condensing Spirit Pearl has signs of leakage, and the medicinal effect may be..." He paused deliberately and shook his head, "greatly reduced."
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the originally fierce bidding gradually died down.
The host's face also turned a little ugly. He forced a smile and said, "This fellow Taoist is joking. This Soul Condensing Pearl is from our auction house..."
Feng Ziang interrupted him and said lightly: "I am not talking without any evidence. Please look..." He pointed at the Soul Condensing Pearl and said, "If you observe carefully, you will find that its light is flickering. This is the sign of spiritual energy leakage."
Everyone followed his instructions and saw that the light from the Soul Condensing Pearl really seemed to be...
Not very stable?
The venue was completely silent, and the atmosphere was so heavy that one could hear a pin drop.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded in Feng Ziang's ears: "Boy, you are very smart, but there are some things that you cannot control."
Su Yao's eyes flickered, and the corners of her mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.
Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, and her eyes fell on Murong Fei.
Murong Fei received the signal, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards Feng Ziang like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The cultivators around felt the overwhelming momentum and gave way to Murong Fei.
Feng Ziang felt that the air around him had solidified. A strong pressure enveloped him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Just when Murong Fei's big hand was about to fall on Feng Ziang's shoulder, Feng Ziang suddenly moved.
He quickly pulled out a gray stone from his storage bag and held it high. "Don't panic, everyone! I have a 'Spirit Stone' here that can identify the authenticity of treasures!" As he spoke, he strode towards the display stand with a confident smile on his face.
"Spirit Stone Judge?" Everyone started discussing again. This thing was unheard of by anyone, but Feng Ziang's aura at the moment made them involuntarily believe it.
Feng Ziang walked to the side of the Soul Condensing Pearl and brought the gray stone closer.
At this moment, spiritual power surged at his fingertips, silently absorbing a trace of spiritual energy emitted by the Soul Condensing Pearl.
The light of the Soul Condensing Pearl dimmed visibly for a moment, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but everyone present saw it!
"Sure enough!" Feng Ziang shouted in mock surprise, "The spiritual energy of this Soul Condensing Pearl is indeed damaged!"
Everyone was shocked, and their previous doubts about Feng Ziang now turned into certainty.
The light of the Soul Condensing Pearl has dimmed, this is real evidence!
The bidding price dropped immediately, and the host's face turned ashen.
Seeing the price drop, Feng Ziang smiled with confidence and said slowly: "Five hundred low-grade spirit stones, is there any fellow Taoist who can offer a higher price?" He looked so calm and composed, as if he was not here to compete but to host the auction.
The other bidders were confused by his actions and no one raised the price for a while.
Murong Fei clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, but he didn't dare to act rashly.
He knew very well the importance of this auction and could not afford to mess it up.
"Five hundred low-grade spirit stones for once!" the host shouted stiffly, but in his heart he greeted all of Feng Ziang's ancestors.
"Five hundred and ten low-grade spirit stones!" A short and fat cultivator gritted his teeth and called out a price slightly higher than the reserve price.
He thought to himself that even if the spiritual energy of this Soul Condensing Pearl was damaged, it was still much stronger than other treasures on the market. It was not a loss to buy it for 510 low-grade spirit stones.
Feng Ziang raised his eyebrows and raised the price lightly: "Five hundred and twenty low-grade spirit stones."
The short and fat cultivator raised the price again: "Five hundred and thirty!"
"Five hundred and forty." Feng Ziang was still neither fast nor slow, as if he was teasing the short and fat cultivator.
This happened several times before the short and fat cultivator could no longer tolerate it. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Feng Ziang and shouted, "Boy, you are tricking me!" His eyes were red and his spiritual power was surging, and he looked like he was about to attack.
"Why do you say that, fellow Daoist?" Feng Ziang spread his hands, pretending to be innocent, "I was just bidding normally."
"Normal bidding? You..." The short and fat Xiu Tu laughed in anger, "Okay, very good! Since you want this Soul Condensing Pearl, then I will let you taste my power!" After saying that, he summoned a flying sword and stabbed towards Feng Ziang.
Feng Ziang was prepared and dodged the attack of the flying sword.
At the same time, the special spiritual roots in his body were working frantically, transforming the surrounding spiritual energy into pure spiritual power and injecting it into his palms.
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Feng Ziang's attacks collided with the short and fat Xiu Tu's attacks, causing a strong wave of spiritual power.
The scattered cultivators around retreated one after another, fearing that they would be dragged into the battle.
Some people shouted excitedly: "Well done! Well done!" Others were secretly thinking that if both sides were defeated, they could take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters and snatch the Soul Condensing Pearl.
Feng Ziang was fighting with the short and fat cultivator while keeping an eye on Murong Fei's movements.
He felt that Murong Fei's spiritual power fluctuations were becoming stronger and stronger, and it seemed that he could attack at any time.
At this moment, the host's voice sounded again: "Five hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones! Is there any fellow Taoist who can offer a higher price?"
Feng Ziang frowned, the bidding for the Soul Condensing Pearl was still going on!
He must act quickly!
He took a deep breath, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
"Five hundred and sixty!" he shouted loudly. At the same time, the spiritual power in his hand suddenly burst out, pushing the short and fat cultivator back several steps.
The short and fat Xiu Tu's face was pale, with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries.
He looked at Feng Ziang with resentment, and finally chose to give up.
"Five hundred and sixty low-grade spirit stones once! Five hundred and sixty low-grade spirit stones twice!" The host's voice trembled. He never thought that an ordinary auction would turn out like this.
Just as the host was about to shout out "Five hundred and sixty lower-grade spirit stones three times," a cold voice suddenly rang out: "One thousand lower-grade spirit stones."
Murong Fei stood up slowly, his eyes flashing with cold light, and walked towards Feng Ziang step by step, uttering cold words: "I want this Condensing Spirit Pearl."
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