northernbook Chapter 86 Immortal Spirit City Auction 1
Chapter 86 Immortal Spirit City Auction 1
This matter was quickly overshadowed by news of the Immortal Spirit City auction.
"Second Senior Brother, I just heard from someone that this auction will have ancient magic artifacts, spiritual artifacts, top-grade magic artifacts, various pills, spiritual plants... Is it true?" Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Mu Zhusheng with excitement and anticipation.
“That’s right. The auction house in Immortal Spirit City is one of the best in the cultivation world. Everything that can be entered is of the highest quality or above. We’ll be able to see it when we go in tonight,” Mu Zhusheng said indulgently.
"Great! Great! I'll show my senior brother how to experience it properly."
As night fell, the auction venue in Immortal Spirit City shone like a dazzling pearl, radiating a mesmerizing glow in the darkness.
The venue is located in the center of Immortal Spirit City. It is an extremely magnificent building, constructed entirely of spirit jade that emits a faint glow and solid meteorite iron. It stands a hundred feet tall and covers an area of boundless expanse.
The building's exterior is carved with countless ancient runes and images of exotic beasts. The runes shimmer with a faint light, as if telling ancient stories, while the beast images are so lifelike that they seem ready to burst through the walls at any moment.
At the entrance of the venue, a large crowd of people arrived, including prominent figures from all walks of life in the cultivation world.
There were sect leaders from major sects, dressed in magnificent brocade robes and possessing extraordinary temperament. Their spiritual power was restrained, but the pressure they inadvertently exuded still commanded respect from others. There were also mysterious and unpredictable rogue cultivators, with deep eyes and a solitary demeanor, yet they carried the vicissitudes of countless storms. There were also some powerful figures from aristocratic families, surrounded by attendants, displaying their wealth and authority.
Xu Xiaoxiao, Mu Zhusheng, and the puppet-like senior brother Jiang Jingzhi arrived at the entrance of the venue. Xu Xiaoxiao was so excited that she couldn't take it all in and kept looking around.
"Wow, Second Senior Brother, look at that old man over there. His spiritual energy fluctuations are so strong. He must be a super expert." Xu Xiaoxiao said, tugging at Mu Zhusheng's sleeve.
Mu Zhusheng looked in the direction she pointed and nodded, saying, "That's Elder Xuanfeng, who has been living in seclusion for many years. I didn't expect him to come out of seclusion to participate in this auction."
Upon entering the venue, the interior was even more magnificent, with countless fist-sized spirit crystals embedded in the dome, casting a soft light that illuminated the entire venue as bright as day. Rows of exquisite seats, all made of spirit rhinoceros horn, surrounded the room, emitting a faint fragrance.
In the center of the venue was a huge circular auction platform, surrounded by powerful restrictions to prevent the spiritual energy fluctuations of the auctioned items from dissipating.
"Second Senior Brother, where should we sit?" Xu Xiaoxiao asked.
Mu Zhusheng took out the jade token that had been prepared in advance and handed it to the waiter next to her. The waiter respectfully led them to the VIP seats at the front.
I had barely sat down when I heard people whispering among themselves.
"I've heard that the highlight of this auction is a fragment of an ancient artifact, but I don't know if that's true or not."
"Whether it's real or fake, it must be an extraordinary product to attract so many people."
Xu Xiaoxiao curiously leaned closer and asked, "Excuse me, sir, what kind of fragment of an ancient artifact?"
The man glanced at Xu Xiaoxiao and, seeing her innocent and adorable appearance, patiently explained, "Legend has it that this is a fragment of the Qiankun Cauldron used by an ancient war god. If one can obtain it and refine it, its power will be immeasurable."
Xu Xiaoxiao exclaimed in amazement, "Wow, that's amazing!"
At this moment, a woman dressed in red with a beautiful face walked onto the auction stage. She parted her lips slightly, and her clear and melodious voice echoed throughout the hall: "Distinguished guests, the Lingxian City Auction is now beginning! First, we will be auctioning a thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng. This spiritual ginseng is ancient and has amazing medicinal effects. The starting price is 100,000 spirit stones!" Immediately, a chorus of bids rose and fell from the audience.
As soon as the woman in red finished speaking, the venue instantly became bustling with activity, and the sounds of bidding rose and fell.
"110,000 spirit stones!" a rough voice shouted first. Everyone looked over and saw a burly man with a full beard. He was a wealthy cultivator from the Wilderness Mountain who was determined to get the thousand-year-old spirit ginseng, since the spirit ginseng would greatly help him cultivate his physical body strengthening technique.
"120,000 spirit stones!" Immediately afterward, a delicate voice came from behind. It was a female cultivator in a pink gauze dress sitting in the back row. Several adorable spirit pets surrounded her, and it was clear that she was a young lady from a noble family. "I want to take this spirit ginseng back to my grandfather to make tonics. I can't let you take it away."
"130,000 spirit stones!" The burly man frowned and raised the price again, his eyes filled with urgency.
Watching the bidding from the VIP seats, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gasp: "This thousand-year-old ginseng is already so sought after, won't the later items be even more insane?"
Mu Zhusheng laughed and said, "This is just the beginning. The real show is yet to come."
Jiang Jingzhi's puppet sat to the side. Although he couldn't truly feel the atmosphere, Xu Xiaoxiao would still share the situation at the venue with him from time to time: "Senior Brother, look how fiercely they are fighting for this spiritual ginseng."
At this moment, the bidding continued, and the price had climbed to 150,000 spirit stones.
"Sixteen thousand spirit stones!" Another white-haired old man joined the bidding. He held a spirit staff in his hand, and his eyes revealed a shrewdness. "I have been studying spiritual medicine for many years. This spirit ginseng is of great importance to my research. Please, everyone, part with it."
The female cultivator persisted, "170,000 spirit stones! I must get this spirit ginseng today."
Just when everyone thought the bidding would continue to be deadlocked, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Two hundred thousand spirit stones."
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess an irresistible power.
Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw a young man dressed in white. His face was cold and stern, and he exuded a faint chill, making him hard to fathom.
Seeing this, the big man shook his head helplessly and gave up the bidding.
The female cultivator gritted her teeth, wanting to raise the price again, but was gently dissuaded by the attendant beside her, and in the end she had no choice but to give up.
"Two hundred thousand spirit stones once, two hundred thousand spirit stones twice, two hundred thousand spirit stones three times! Sold! This thousand-year-old spirit ginseng belongs to this young master!" The woman in red struck the auction gavel and announced the result.
Next, the woman in red took out a new item for auction, a spirit zither that emitted a blue light: "This spirit zither is called the Dream Zither. It is a relic of an ancient master of zither cultivation. When played, it can bewitch people's minds. The starting bid is 80,000 spirit stones!"
The moment the Dreamy Zither appeared on the auction stage, it attracted everyone's attention. The zither body shimmered with a faint blue luster, and the strings seemed to have flowing light, as if it were whispering about the bygone days when the zither's music was melodious.
"Eighty-five thousand spirit stones!" A handsome young cultivator was the first to bid. He was dressed in a moon-white robe and held a folding fan with birds and flowers painted on it. He looked like a proud disciple of a prestigious sect. "If this zither were in my hands, it would surely allow my zither skills to reach a new level and make me shine at the sect's grand ceremony."
"Ninety thousand spirit stones!" A clear voice rang out immediately afterward. It was a pretty female cultivator with pigtails. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at the Dream Harp. "I love collecting these strange and unusual musical instruments. I'm going to have this harp."
"One hundred thousand spirit stones!" a middle-aged cultivator shouted. He was slightly overweight and had a wealthy look on his face. "An elder in my family loves the sound of the zither, and this Dreamy Zither is perfect to buy as a gift for him."
Xu Xiaoxiao watched with great interest and said to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, does this zither have such great magic? Everyone is scrambling to have it."
Mu Zhusheng patiently explained, "This Youmeng Qin uses strings made from the silk spun by a ninth-order Heavenly Spider. The spiritual power it contains is a rare treasure for cultivators who practice sound attack techniques, and it can help them avoid many detours in their cultivation."
Jiang Jingzhi's puppet seemed to be drawn to the Youmeng Qin as well. Xu Xiaoxiao gently patted the puppet's head and said with a smile, "Senior Brother, don't you also think this qin is nice?"
At this point, the bidding became increasingly fierce.
"110,000 spirit stones!" A cold-faced male cultivator in black joined the fray, his eyes icy, as if he were determined to obtain the zither.
"120,000 spirit stones!" The young disciple from the prestigious sect was not to be outdone and raised the price again, his folding fan waving lightly, but he could not hide his nervousness.
"130,000 spirit stones!" The playful female cultivator wrinkled her nose and shouted, "Don't try to take it from me, I haven't found such a nice musical instrument in ages."
The middle-aged cultivator hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "140,000 spirit stones!"
Just when everyone thought the price would continue to rise, a melodious voice came from a corner of the venue: "Two hundred thousand spirit stones. This Dreamy Zither is destined for me. I hope you will all grant my request."
Everyone turned to look, and saw a woman dressed in a light purple gauze dress. She had an exquisite face and an ethereal temperament, like a fairy descended from heaven.
Her bid silenced the room instantly. The cultivators who had been bidding earlier exchanged glances, and after weighing their options, they all withdrew their bids.
"Two hundred thousand spirit stones once, two hundred thousand spirit stones twice, two hundred thousand spirit stones three times! Sold! The Dream Harp belongs to this fairy!" The red-robed auctioneer's clear voice rang out again, breaking the brief silence.