The Invincible Sect has no sword cultivators.
If we really have to count, Shi Yueyao should be counted as half.
Unfortunately, Sheng Ning blew up her physical body with a cannon not long ago, and the last wisp of her soul has disappeared.
Sheng Ning herself possessed an eight-star Kunwu sword, so the Chunyang Heavy Sword on the auction stage failed to attract her attention.
Eight hundred high-grade spirit stones were nothing to her.
But it would be somewhat difficult for other cultivators.
As is well known, most cultivators on the mainland are not wealthy.
As soon as the auctioneer called out the price, there was a moment of silence from the audience.
A few moments later, a few gasps rang in Sheng Ning's ears.
"Are you crazy? Eight hundred high-grade spirit stones? You couldn't even sell me for that much money."
"Even if we emptied our entire sect, we still couldn't come up with that many spirit stones. This heavy sword is indeed a treasure, but with such a high price, who can afford it?"
"Did I just hear that? Eight hundred? Why doesn't he just rob him?!"
...
The auctioneer on stage was quite skilled, and naturally he heard the discussions below the stage.
With a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, the auctioneer glanced at his assistant beside him and asked, "Where did you find all these penniless bastards on this ship?"
The assistant shook his head innocently, indicating that he didn't know either.
The first Pure Yang Heavy Sword suffered a crushing defeat; how can they possibly bid on the other treasures?
Just as the auctioneer was about to ask the audience to exchange their items for a cheaper batch of spiritual fruits and herbs, a clear voice suddenly rang out from below the stage.
"Eight hundred and one yuan."
The auctioneer looked up, his eyes instantly filled with tears.
Amidst the wailing, a man dressed in black robes raised a sign in his hand.
Her voice was hoarse, like the sound of a broken bellows, and very unpleasant to hear.
But the bidders are the big spenders, and the auctioneer has no say in anything else.
His gaze swept across the room as he raised the gavel. "Is there anyone else offering a higher price?"
"Eight hundred and one times."
"Eight hundred and one times."
"Eight hundred and one... three times! Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on obtaining the Pure Yang Heavy Sword. Someone will deliver what you have bid on to your room shortly."
With the Pure Yang Heavy Sword sold, the auction can continue.
The auctioneer breathed a sigh of relief.
Sheng Ning's gaze fell on the man in black robes as soon as he raised the sign.
She had met this person during the day, but they had no interaction, so she hadn't seen his face clearly then, and now she couldn't see it at all.
"She has a magical artifact or talisman that can conceal her appearance. Junior Sister, what's wrong?"
Because it was the first time someone had bid for an item, many people's eyes were drawn to the man in the black robe.
Yu noticed that her junior sister was staring at the other person, and a warning bell rang in her heart.
“Junior Sister, your fourth senior brother knows that you are very curious at your age. I was once your age too, so I understand what you are thinking.”
“But junior sister, you are only 15 years old, not yet 16, you can’t…you can’t…”
Sheng Ning didn't hear what the people around her were saying.
She was still looking at the black-robed man's wrist, which he had just partially revealed.
Unlike the skin tone of ordinary people, the wrists of the man in the black robe were exceptionally slender and had a translucent white hue.
It's less about having fair skin and more about having fair bones.
Although the black-robed man's face was obscured and she couldn't see it clearly, she could see his wrist very clearly.
Sheng Ning's eyes, which had been fixed on the black-robed man's wrist, were suddenly blocked, and she heard Yu Ye's stammering voice beside her.
"Junior Sister, if you really can't resist the temptation, you should at least choose someone as good-looking as Second Senior Brother, right?"
Sheng Ning turned her head, looking completely bewildered. "What?"
Yu Ye's facial features were all scrunched up.
His lips trembled, and after a long while he continued, "Your age has a sense of curiosity, and your fourth senior brother knows that."
"But if you go down a path of no return now because of your curiosity, and fall in love with the wrong person or thing, believe me, Fourth Senior Brother, you will definitely regret it in the future."
"When choosing a cultivation partner, either choose someone good-looking or someone extremely wealthy. Junior sister, you absolutely must not choose a partner from the trash heap."
After listening to Yu Ye's earnest advice, Sheng Ning finally understood what he was talking about.
She turned her head and pointed at the man in black robes, then turned back to look at Yu Ye, her little face scrunched up, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you saying that I like her?"
"Isn't that right? I don't like you staring at someone for so long; isn't that being a pervert?"
Sheng Ning said, "...I only met her briefly this afternoon and was just curious about her identity."
As she spoke, she tilted her head and leaned closer to Yu Ye, "Fourth Senior Brother, did you see her wrist just now?"
"Her wrist was a piece of bone."
Bai Ze suddenly spoke up, "I remember what the other person smelled like."
The two senior and junior disciples both turned their gazes to him.
Bai Ze's mustache twitched slightly. "It smells like a dead man."
"Do you remember the giant stone golem we encountered in the Demon Realm? Skilled puppeteers can not only make puppets from inanimate objects, but also from people."
"That person had no spiritual energy fluctuations and carried the aura of death, so it must be the work of a puppeteer."
Sheng Ning and Yu Ye nodded at the same time.
The former ruffled Bai Ze's soft head and asked, "What's the purpose? Does the puppeteer also want that totem?"
The answer is definitely yes.
Those who acquire the totem can become saviors.
The benefits far exceed people's imagination.
Bai Ze didn't say these words aloud; he simply nodded and pointed his paw at the auction stage, "The second item is coming up."
As he spoke, the auctioneer had already lifted the second red velvet cloth.
"The second item for auction is the Resurrection Grass, with a starting bid of one thousand high-grade spirit stones."
Sheng Ning looked at the blade of grass on the stage, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
Her hand unconsciously stroked Bai Ze's head, and after looking at the auction items, she lowered her head. "Lord Bai Ze, that Resurrection Grass..."
“You took quite a lot from me.”
Bai Ze has lived on Tianling Mountain for a long time, and his palace contains many treasures.
Sheng Ning received many treasures from him, including several resurrection plants.
The herb that brings the dead back to life, as its name suggests.
Even if someone dies, this herb can restore flesh and blood to the body, having the effect of bringing the dead back to life.
"This herb is indeed precious; it wouldn't be a loss even if it sold for two thousand high-grade spirit stones."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ning's eyes immediately lit up.
She only has five or six of these spiritual herbs here, which are usually useless. But what if her senior brothers run into a freak like her and get bombarded?
With the idea that the more grass the better, Sheng Ning immediately raised the sign in her hand, "One thousand one."
The auctioneer's eyes lit up when he saw her raise her paddle.
"One thousand one hundred high-grade spirit stones, is there anyone willing to bid higher?"
Seeing the silence from the audience, the auctioneer sighed inwardly and immediately raised his gavel.
"One thousand one time."
"One thousand one or two times."
"One thousand one hundred and thirteen..."
"One thousand and five."
Before the auctioneer could finish saying "next," another bid came from the audience.
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