Chapter 140: Wind and Snow Sword (asking for monthly votes)
After Fang Xing tactfully expressed his idea of not wanting to join any faction, Min and his party did not insist, but instead talked about some of the experiences of high-level cultivators.
In response, Fang Xing's eyes lit up slightly.
After all, he is just a newbie who has just entered the foundation-building circle, and he is quite interested in these secrets.
"So the southern part of Zheng State is so chaotic? Most of the lands of the Five Sects and Ten Kingdoms have been infiltrated by the devil..."
He sighed.
Originally, after building the foundation, I wanted to visit these places, but now it seems I can save myself the trouble.
"It is indeed a troubled time..."
Min Yihang sighed and looked at the auction table again: "Let's start!"
Fang Xing looked over and saw a charming woman with perfect Qigong practice walking up to the stage.
Her eyes are like peach blossoms, and her every frown and smile is captivating.
To be honest, he is much stronger than Zheng Yuanao, the golden-eyed eagle at the Qinglin Market last time.
"Welcome everyone to my Purple Kite Fairy City... This auction will be hosted by my concubine, 'Jin Sanniang'. I hope everyone will give me some face..."
After finishing her polite remarks, Jin Sanniang clapped her hands and put the first item of the auction on the stage: "'Small Breakthrough Pill', a first-class top-grade pill that can help mid-stage Qi training cultivators break through the bottleneck of the late stage. The starting price for one pill is 500 spirit stones..."
“Level-breaking elixir…”
Looking at the noisy meeting place below, Fang Xing curled his lips. Is it really that difficult to break through from the sixth level of Qi training to the seventh level? "This pill of breakthrough pill is enough to make those cultivators who have been stuck in their realm for many years break through... Maybe they can get a chance to build their foundation before the sixty-year deadline and become one of us..."
Min Yihang sighed.
Fang Xing nodded, looking agreeable.
The auction house in Ziyuan Fairy City is even larger than the one in Qinglin Market.
Various secret treasures, formations, secret books, spirit pets, and magical instruments took turns to appear on stage, and the scene was very lively.
"A second-level black water turtle egg... the starting price is three thousand spirit stones!"
At this time, Jin Sanniang was introducing another spirit beast egg: "The black water turtle has a gentle personality. When it grows up, it will become a second-level demon beast. It is very good to buy it back to guard the house and the family heritage..."
Her words were full of charm, and really attracted some young people.
But more old cultivators sneered in their hearts: "Not only are turtle-like monsters weak in attack, their biggest flaw is that they take a long time to grow... A second-level black water turtle egg may not be able to be promoted to a second-level monster in two hundred years. It's really like one turtle raising three generations, and the turtle will still be there after the person is gone..."
Except for a few beast-taming family inheritances, independent cultivators simply disdain it.
"Three thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones! Congratulations to this fellow Taoist for winning the Black Water Turtle Beast Egg!"
When Jin Sanniang saw that she had finally sold this spirit beast egg, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
'oh?'
Fang Xing scanned with his spiritual sense and found that the people who bought the spirit beast eggs were actually the two brothers from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. He couldn't help but smile in his heart.
These two people acted carelessly, without any disguise, and were full of confidence as disciples of immortal sects.
"Yes, in this Purple Kite Fairy City, or even in Zheng State, who would dare to provoke the Ten Thousand Beast Sect? Maybe there are seniors from the sect looking after the auction..."
He showed no sign of it, instead he discussed other things with Min and his group beside him: "I heard that to the east of Zheng State, there is a big country called Qi. I wonder how prosperous its cultivation world is?"
"The immortal cultivation world of Qi State is naturally not comparable to that of Zheng State... At the border between Zheng State and Qi State, there is an immortal city called 'Beili'!"
A trace of yearning appeared in Min Yixing's eyes: "When I was young, I once traveled there... Beili Xiancheng was much more prosperous than my Ziyuan Mountain City. It had a stable channel for foundation-building pills, and foundation-building pills were released every year... and there were even occasional opportunities to form a pill."
"A chance to form a pill?!"
Fang Xing's face was full of longing, but in fact he was completely disdainful.
Not to mention that he has a natural spiritual root, it is not too difficult for him to form a pill.
After I have condensed the golden elixir of martial arts, it should not be too difficult to obtain one or two spiritual objects for condensing the elixir.
The future of this immortal clone is bright.
'However, Beili Immortal City is still worth a visit to find the Sun's True Energy and other suitable spiritual objects...'
Fang Xing had already purchased approximate maps of several nearby countries and knew where Beili Immortal City was, so he could fly there on his own.
Ordinary Qi-cultivating monks would find it difficult to afford such a long journey and the dangers on the road, and often need to follow a large caravan.
Every year, Ziyuan Fairy City has a caravan that specifically takes the route north of Fairy City and eventually reaches the territory of Qi State.
While he was thinking, the auction below had come to an end.
"A second-level low-grade spiritual weapon - the Wind and Snow Sword! It is made of thousands of refined black iron mixed with thousands of years of black ice, and carefully crafted by master craftsmen. After the sword was completed, it was buried in the Great Snow Mountain for twenty years. It has just recently appeared in the world..."
Jin Sanniang was showing off the flying sword in her hand.
This flying sword was one foot long and shone with a cold light, carrying a cold and sharp aura.
"The base price of this sword is eight thousand lower-grade spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than one hundred lower-grade spirit stones."
Jin Sanniang looked towards the boxes.
Only foundation-building cultivators can use spiritual weapons, so this "Wind and Snow Sword" is naturally not prepared for Qi-cultivating cultivators.
There are many foundation-building cultivators in Ziyuan Immortal City, and there are more than twenty private rooms alone.
At this time, someone offered:
"Eight thousand one hundred spirit stones!"
"Eight thousand five hundred spirit stones!"
…
In a private room, an old woman who was in the foundation-building stage and was leaning on a peach wood staff looked at a young girl next to her with a face full of pity.
This girl is extremely beautiful, but her expression is cold, like an iceberg that has never melted, and she has a temperament like the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountains.
"My dear granddaughter...I'll buy this Wind and Snow Sword for you to use after you build your foundation. How about that?"
The old woman who was in the foundation-building stage smiled kindly and said, "Xue'er, you are the pride of my Zeng family. Not only do you have a top-grade ice spirit root, you have also awakened your 'snow-cold body'. Practicing ice-attributed skills will make you achieve twice the result with half the effort... This wind and snow sword is just right for you."
The girl named Xue'er didn't show much expression on her face, but there was indeed a hint of fondness in her eyes: "It's up to great-grandmother...as long as it doesn't affect the auction of the last 'Shao Yin Evil Qi'."
"Of course, your great-grandmother has an idea in mind... The 'Shao Yin Evil Qi' is a perfect match for you, and its effect is almost as good as half a foundation-building pill, so it's natural to distinguish the importance of it."
The old woman paused while building her foundation with her peach wood cane, and her voice spread far away: "Nine thousand spirit stones!"
“This voice…”
"Could it be the Zeng family of Taohualin?"
"The old lady of the Zeng family is a master in the middle stage of foundation building..."
Divine thoughts intertwined in the box, and several foundation-building cultivators simply gave up the auction.
"Nine thousand one hundred low-grade spirit stones."
Fang Xing joined in at this time and shouted out the price.
"Um?"
The old woman from the Zeng family was startled, and then said, "Nine thousand five hundred spirit stones!"
"Ten thousand spirit stones!"
Fang Xing smiled and raised the price nonchalantly.
The two sides exchanged spirit stones back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached 13,000 low-grade spirit stones.
"Great-grandma!"
Zeng Xueer stepped forward and pulled the old woman's sleeve.
"Good boy!"
The old woman snorted coldly: "If I don't want to save the spirit stones to buy the Shaoyin evil spirit..."
"Thirteen thousand lower-grade spirit stones, this Snow Wind Sword belongs to the senior in the No. 9 Tianzi Box."
Jin Sanniang's smile was a little stiff.
Although these foundation-building monks could bid a high price among themselves, it was a bit difficult for her and she was always terrified.
…
Box number nine.
Fang Xing looked at the auction of several groups of storage bags below, secretly calculating how many spirit stones he could get from selling his extra storage bags.
"As VIP guests in our box, we have another privilege, which is that the goods can be delivered to your door immediately."
At this time, Min Yihang suddenly smiled and said, "Here they come!"
Almost at the same time as he spoke, there was a knock on the door of the private room: "Dear guest, we are here with the Snow Wind Sword to make the exchange..."
"Come in."
Fang Xing snapped his fingers and opened the ban on the box.
Several cultivators filed in, and the leader was a white-haired foundation-building cultivator. When he saw Min and his party, he was startled: "So Fellow Daoist Min is here too?"
"Haha, Lao Lu, don't worry about me."
Min Yihang introduced Fang Xing: "This fellow Daoist Lu Yiming has cultivated the art of spiritual eyes, and can be called a flaming eye with golden pupils. He is the treasure elder of this city."
"Hello, Fellow Daoist Lu."
Fang Xingyi bowed.
"Fengxue Sword, please check it out, fellow Taoist."
Lu Yiming ordered the maid behind him to bring a tray with the Wind and Snow Sword on it.
Fang Xing took out the Wind and Snow Sword and flicked it lightly. There was a clear and cold sound of the sword and the room became chilly.
"It is indeed a second-level flying sword... it's just a pity that it's a little short."
He stretched out his hand and a pile of spirit stones immediately appeared on the table, a mixture of low-grade and medium-grade ones.
Lu Yiming swept his spiritual sense and counted the spirit stones one by one, putting them into the storage bag. Then he smiled and said, "The Wind and Snow Sword has its own restrictions. After refining it, it can be any size you want. You don't have to worry about the length..."
This is only for monks.
There are naturally no taboos for the immortal clone to use the Wind and Snow Sword.
But I have no magic power, so I can only use it as a dagger in my hand. It is not as convenient as the Qinghong Sword.
However, there is no need to tell these to outsiders.
Fang Xing had a smile on his face. After exchanging a few words with Lu Yiming, he saw Jin Sanniang putting the last item on the auction table.
Under the expectant and enthusiastic gazes of all the Qigong cultivators, Jin Sanniang held up a jade bottle in her hand: "One portion of Shaoyin evil spirit, which can assist cultivators of Yin attribute techniques to break through the foundation building... Female cultivators are preferred! The base price is nine thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each bid increase must not be less than one hundred!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many male cultivators below sat back down with depressed looks on their faces.
The female cultivators who had completed their Qi training were eager and offered their money one after another: "Nine thousand one hundred!"
"Nine thousand two hundred!"
…
"hehe……"
The old lady of the Zeng family sneered and began to quote: "Ten thousand spirit stones!"
The many female Qi-cultivating practitioners below suddenly felt disheartened, as if they were watching the avenue moving away from them.
However, they could not participate in the competition among many foundation-building monks.
Female cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation are very realistic and can only bury their resentment deep in their hearts.
"Xue'er, did you see that?"
Old Lady Zeng took the opportunity to teach the younger generation: "Don't think that these Qigong cultivators dare not speak out at this moment. Once my Zeng family declines, they will definitely pounce faster than anyone else. The Zhou family of Ziqingtan before is the best example. If we don't want to be like them, we must continue to be strong. My Zeng family must not only have a foundation-building stage, but even... a pill-forming stage!"
She looked at Zeng Xueer with expectant eyes.
With Zeng Xueer's talent, she can definitely cultivate to perfection in foundation building and try to form a pill.
Even if it is a fake pill! The Zeng family in Taohualin is the fake pill family of Zheng State! If it continues to accumulate from generation to generation, it may not be impossible to produce a real person who can form a pill! "Please rest assured, great-grandma, Xue'er will definitely live up to your expectations and start from building the foundation." Zeng Xue'er's face was full of determination.
But before she finished her words, a young man's voice interrupted her: "Fifteen thousand spirit stones!"
(End of this chapter)
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