Time quickly came to the next day. Jiang Yun, who was fully prepared, came to the Jubao Tower wearing a dark hat and a long sword at his waist.
There are many cultivators dressed like Jiang Yun, and most of them are unwilling to easily reveal their identities and cause unnecessary trouble.
Following the receptionist's lead, Jiang Yun arrived at the first-floor lobby. The original layout had been completely altered. The previously empty space was now filled with chairs, each three meters apart. In the middle stood an ordinary mahogany table. The second floor was still occupied by private rooms, reserved for distinguished guests.
As Jiang Yun sat down, other cultivators followed suit. The auction began.
"Ding!" As the jade plate sounded, a cultivator in the late Qi Refining Stage, dressed in brocade clothes and wearing a formal crown, walked up.
"Hello fellow Daoists, I am Qin Gu, the auctioneer of this auction. Welcome to the auction held by the Qin family."
As soon as Qin Gu finished speaking, a voice came from below.
"Qin Lao Gu, hurry up and start, you always talk a lot of nonsense."
Hearing this, Qin Gu shook his head and smiled, saying, "Well, since everyone can't wait any longer, then let's stop talking nonsense and bring out the first collection."
"Hard Earth Armor! A top-grade defensive magical weapon. Starting price: 1,000 low-grade spirit stones. Each bid must be increased by no less than 50."
Following the announcement by auctioneer Qin Gu, bids were raised one after another from below.
“I’ll give you 1100.”
“1150!”
Jiang Yun watched this scene with great interest. He already had more than one defensive magic weapon. There was no sign of him using it. Meanwhile, on the second floor of the auction, two pairs of eyes were fixed on the crowd below.
Uncle Qin, which one is it?"
Qin Feng stared at the monks below. Most of them were wearing conical hats, and some were wearing masks. Only a few monks generously showed their faces.
"Don't stare at him. A cultivator with a powerful spirit can sense being watched. He's already here, the fifth one in the third row down below."
Qin Yan narrowed his eyes and stared at the auctioneer Qin Gu on the stage, but his peripheral vision was looking at Jiang Yun who was sitting below him.
At this time, the first item on the stage was also sold and was bought by a monk at a high price of 1,550 spirit stones.
Jiang Yun took the catalog on the table next to him and looked at it. Soon, in round after round of auctions, Kongming Iron came on stage.
"Next is the refining material that a cultivator has entrusted to this auction. It is a necessary material for refining special spiritual tools and magical treasures. Void Iron."
As the auctioneer spoke, a mortal woman walked onto the stage carrying the Void Iron.
Jiang Yun quickly looked over and saw a fist-sized square of iron, clearly refined by a weapon refiner. Judging by its shape and pattern, it was undoubtedly Void Iron.
"The starting price is 1,500 low-grade spirit stones! Each bid increase must not be less than 50."
As the auctioneer announced, a voice immediately sounded from below.
"1600 yuan,"
"1700!"
"1750!"
Two monks have already started bidding against each other.
Seeing the two people's bidding rising, it soon reached the 2,000 spirit stones mark. At this time, one of the monks in the hall stood up, clasped his fists and said:
"I am from the Lu family of the Spirit Beast Sect. I hope you will give me some respect."
"snort!"
Qin Feng, who was standing on the second floor, snorted coldly when he saw this. It happened again. Many people had already offered their services to other sects when they just made their offer.
The other monk who made the offer laughed and said:
"The Lu family of the Spirit Beast Sect is so great? I am from the Zhang family of Ziyang!" As soon as these words came out, the face of the cultivator who had stood up suddenly changed from green to red. Everyone knew that the Zhang family was the only family of the Ziyang Sect.
The Lu family cultivator finally sat down with a grim face and began to rest with his eyes closed. It seemed that he had given up bidding.
"Well, it's time for the hammer to fall!" The Zhang family cultivator in the audience lazily said to the auctioneer:
Just as the auctioneer was about to ask if anyone else wanted to bid, Jiang Yun made his move.
“2100 yuan!”
"Who!" The Zhang family cultivator finally understood the feelings of the Lu family cultivator and stared at Jiang Yun with a bad face. He said coldly:
"Fellow Daoist, that's not very honest of you. Don't you think it's too late to join the fight between me and the Lu family?"
"The auction price is high. If you want to see family power, why not hang the family name on your chest and compete with each other!" Jiang Yun's calm voice came out. The Zhang family cultivator just now was furious. He immediately said in a stern voice:
"I am Zhang Hong from the Zhang family. Would you mind telling me your name?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you continue to act unreasonably, please leave the auction!" Qin Feng on the stage finally couldn't help but speak. On the one hand, he saw that his target was threatened, and he was afraid that Jiang Yun would leave now in anger.
On the other hand, how could Zhang Hong reveal his true identity? Although the Zhang family is the most respected in the Ziyang Sect, the Zhang family is divided into direct descendants and collateral branches. The direct descendants all have two-character names, while only the collateral branches have single-character names.
"Okay! I, Zhang Hong, will remember what happened today!" Zhang Hong suppressed his anger as he watched the Foundation Establishment cultivator take action. He uttered a harsh word and sat down.
The auctioneer asked several times but no one else bid. Finally, Jiang Yun won the Kongming Iron with 2,100 low-grade spirit stones.
The next items didn't match what Jiang Yun wanted. The only thing he found interesting was the auctioneer's sudden announcement of an additional item before the finale, the spiritual weapon, was presented.
"A must-have for cultivators in the late stages of Qi Refining. Qingling Pills are available in sets of 5 bottles, four in total! Starting bid: 650 yuan per set!"
Jiang Yun was surprised to hear this. They were bidding directly at the purchase price as the reserve price. As expected, this type of elixir needed for cultivation was in very short supply. The first group quickly fetched a high price of 900 spirit stones, or 180 spirit stones per bottle, amidst fierce competition.
The next few groups all sold for over 800 Spirit Stones, with the last group reaching a high price of 950 Spirit Stones. Jiang Yun was greatly shocked by this; his own pills were casually sold by the other party, and he earned nearly a thousand Spirit Stones with only less than half of them being sold.
The final battle for the spiritual weapon was rather unremarkable. The starting bid was 2,000 spiritual stones, but in the end, a Foundation Establishment cultivator on the second floor spent 4,000 spiritual stones to win the Fire Scale Sword spiritual weapon.
After the auction, Jiang Yun was brought by a maid to a small room at the back of the hall. As expected, Qin Yan was waiting for Jiang Yun there.
"Hmm?" Jiang Yun frowned upon seeing Qin Yan. Was he recognized even though he was wearing a bamboo hat?
Sure enough, when Qin Yan met Jiang Yun, he immediately and warmly invited him to sit on a chair and had someone bring him hot tea.
He handed the Kongming Iron that Jiang Yun had obtained from the auction to Jiang Yun. When Jiang Yun took out the spirit stone and handed it to the other party, he was stopped by Qin Yan.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I will give this to you."
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