Chapter 38 Quickly Travel! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (3)
As soon as one thousand low-grade spirit stones appeared, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone held their breath and looked at Murong Fei in disbelief.
One thousand low-grade spirit stones are enough to buy a high-grade magic weapon!
Although this Soul Condensing Pearl is precious, it is just a Soul Condensing Pearl that assists in cultivation.
Murong Fei's aura overwhelmed the entire audience, and no one dared to compete with him.
With a sneer on his lips, he looked at Feng Ziang provocatively, as if saying: You, dare to raise the price?
Beads of sweat appeared on Feng Ziang's palms.
One thousand low-grade spirit stones was already the limit of what he could bear.
If the price is raised further, he will have no choice but to sell his property.
He gritted his teeth and was about to give up, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
He remembered his special spiritual roots, which could simulate various spiritual energy fluctuations.
His mind raced, he took a deep breath, and quietly activated his spiritual roots, amplifying the spiritual energy of the few remaining low-grade spiritual stones in his storage bag a hundred times, creating the illusion that he had a large number of spiritual stones.
A powerful wave of spiritual energy emanated from Feng Ziang, instantly sweeping across the entire place.
Everyone was shocked and began to guess Feng Ziang's background.
This fluctuation of spiritual energy is clearly a symbol of possessing huge wealth!
Even Murong Fei couldn't help but frown.
He originally thought that Feng Ziang was just an ordinary cultivator, but he didn't expect him to be so hidden.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not raise the price.
One thousand low-grade spirit stones are already far more valuable than the Spirit Condensing Pearl.
If you increase the price further, it will seem like the loss is not worth it.
"One thousand low-grade spirit stones once! One thousand low-grade spirit stones twice!" The host's voice trembled. He never thought that this condensed spirit bead could be auctioned at such a high price.
"One thousand low-grade spirit stones..." The host was about to make a decision when Feng Ziang suddenly said, "Wait."
The corners of his mouth curled up into an evil smile, and he said slowly: "I will offer one thousand and one low-grade spirit stones."
Murong Fei raised his head suddenly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
He didn't expect that Feng Ziang would dare to play tricks on him!
"You..." He was about to lose his temper, but Feng Ziang waved his hand and interrupted him.
"What? Master Murong can't afford the price?" Feng Ziang looked at him with a smile, "If you can't afford it, just admit defeat as soon as possible."
Murong Fei's face turned livid and his fists were clenched.
As a young master of the Murong family, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "You'd better pray that you can leave here alive."
Having said that, he turned away, his figure disappearing in the crowd.
Feng Ziang looked at his departing back, the smile on his face becoming more and more brilliant.
"One thousand and one low-grade spirit stones for three times! Deal!" The host's voice finally fell, announcing the end of this fierce auction.
Feng Ziang walked slowly onto the stage, took the Soul Condensing Pearl from the host, and put it in his pocket.
He turned around and looked at everyone, and said loudly: "My fellow Taoists, thank you for letting me win today."
Having said that, he turned and left, his figure disappearing into the night.
Everyone was left looking at each other, their hearts filled with confusion.
What is the origin of this independent cultivator named Feng Ziang?
Does he... really only have one thousand and one low-grade spirit stones?
Feng Ziang held the bidding card, a triumphant smile on his face, and walked to the backstage to receive the Soul Condensing Pearl.
He seemed to have seen the bead emitting a warm light in his hand, helping him to reach a higher level of cultivation.
However, just as he was about to step into the backstage, a figure blocked his way.
"Wait!" Murong Fei's voice was as cold as ice.
"Mr. Murong, do you have any further advice?" Feng Ziang pretended to be surprised, but a hint of cunning flashed in the corner of his eyes.
"This auction doesn't count." Murong Fei's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he stretched out his big hand, heading straight for the auction card in Feng Ziang's hand.
Feng Ziang was prepared, and with a flip of his hand, the bidding card disappeared without a trace.
His figure flashed, and at the same time, he activated his spiritual roots. The surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly as if inspired, forming a mist in front of Murong Fei's eyes.
Murong Fei's eyes suddenly blurred and he lost sight of Feng Ziang. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a strong force attacking him from behind.
With a dull "bang", he fell forward uncontrollably, his face hit the ground hard, and his mouth was filled with dust.
Before he could react, he heard a chuckle from behind him: "Master Murong, thank you for letting me."
Murong Fei only felt a burning pain in his buttocks, and an unprecedented sense of shame surged into his heart.
He raised his head suddenly and uttered a few words through gritted teeth: "You..."
Murong Fei was furious. He got up from the ground, not even bothering to wipe the dust off his face, and rushed towards Feng Ziang with his fist swung.
He was already tall and strong, and this punch was packed with great power. If it had hit Feng Ziang solidly, even if Feng Ziang didn't die, he would have been seriously injured.
Feng Ziang seemed to have eyes on his back and easily dodged the attack.
He was playing with the Soul Condensing Bead he had just obtained. A wave of pure spiritual energy emanated from the bead, disrupting the flow of air around it.
Murong Fei only felt his vision blurry, and the target he had originally locked onto disappeared!
"Want to catch me? You're still too young!" Feng Ziang's voice came from all directions, floating and uncertain.
Murong Fei roared angrily and threw another punch, but only hit the air.
He looked around angrily, but couldn't find Feng Ziang.
The spiritual energy waves emitted by the Soul Condensing Pearl became stronger and stronger, as if it was deliberately teasing him, constantly flashing in front of his ears and eyes.
"Don't hide like a mouse!" Murong Fei panted, with veins bulging on his forehead.
Feng Ziang suddenly appeared behind him, with a teasing smile: "Master Murong, are you looking for me?"
Murong Fei turned around suddenly, but missed.
Feng Ziang appeared like a ghost on his left, then on his right, and above him...
Murong Fei was fooled around and was sweating profusely, but he didn't even touch the corner of Feng Ziang's clothes.
Finally, Feng Ziang stood in front of Murong Fei, put the Soul Condensing Pearl into the storage bag, deliberately made a face at him, then turned around and walked away.
"You!..." Murong Fei pointed at Feng Ziang's back, furious, but he could only watch him disappear into the night.
Feng Ziang happily embarked on his journey home. Not long after leaving the auction venue, he heard a cold voice behind him: "Boy, can you leave?"
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