After auctioning the talisman plate, the middle-aged man began to present treasures of spiritual artifact grade for auction, with starting bids of at least ten thousand Spirit Stones.
Zhao Sheng's spiritual artifact painting scroll was the ninth item, and because it harbored Chi Li Spirit Fire, and this place was the renowned Wind and Fire Island for Artifact Refining, the final transaction price was unexpectedly high for Zhao Sheng. It was sold for thirty-four thousand Spirit Stones.
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"...Next, this item, provided by a fellow Taoist, is a White Spirit Turtle Shell, said to have the miraculous effect of turning bad luck into good fortune. The starting bid is twenty thousand Spirit Stones,"
Having said this, the middle-aged man flipped his palm, and a palm-sized, translucent White Jade Turtle Shell appeared in his hand.
At these words, an extremely quiet and eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire cave.
Everyone's gaze fixed on the turtle shell, but most displayed a scornful expression.
This White Jade Turtle Shell was quite famous in Wind and Fire Island, having been auctioned five times before, and each time after it was purchased, it would be up for auction again within two years.
It was a well-known fact that all the owners of this turtle shell had died accidently, with none spared.
What turning bad luck into good fortune—more like a Death Omen Turtle Shell!
Seeing this reaction, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, and asked once more if anyone would bid.
After a while, a cold voice came from a private room on the second floor: "Twenty-one thousand!"
"Done! It's sold!" the middle-aged man immediately blurted out without asking anyone else, as if afraid someone would back out.
Wang Yingling inwardly exhaled in relief; she was glad no one peted with her.
But what she didn't notice was that down below on the stage, Master Wu Yan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, now slightly opened his eyes, his gaze inadvertently flicking towards her.
Three hours later, the auction had reached its final stage.
"Ahem, ahem!"
The middle-aged man intentionally coughed twice, drawing the audience's attention towards him, then confidently took out three Green Jade Pill Bottles.
Seeing the pill bottles appear, the atmosphere in the venue instantly quieted down, with everyone's hearts aflutter, their gazes eagerly fixed on the middle-aged man on the stage.
With that reaction, the middle-aged man took out a white Spirit Pill from the pill bottle, round and about the size of a longan, its fragrance wafting to the audience.
"This is the Foundation Establishment Pill, with a quantity of three. All are of low grade. Their value, even if I don't mention it, you fellow Taoists naturally understand. Thus, I'll skip the unnecessary details.
This auction will be conducted in both visible and concealed bids. Visible bids start at thirty thousand Spirit Stones with each increase not less than a thousand Spirit Stones. At the same price, higher grade Spirit Stones will be prioritzed. For concealed bids, other treasures, Cultivation Techniques, and secret techniques can be exchanged."
The revelation of there being three Foundation Establishment Pills far exceeded everyone's expectations.
It was known that in the past, there was often only one, contested by many.
The middle-aged man seemed very satisfied with the shocked expressions of the crowd, waited for a while before he confidently spoke:
"Well, everyone can write down their concealed bid prices, or participate in the visible bidding. As for who will end up with these three precious Foundation Establishment Pills, Master Wu Yan will decide."
At these words, the tension in the venue instantly ratcheted up; many people looked at Master Wu Yan, their eyes filled with respect and envy.
Once again, the room fell silent as no one took the initiative to speak, as if waiting for others to speak first. Experience tales at empire
The middle-aged man was not in a rush, just quietly watching the crowd below.
"Thirty-three thousand Spirit Stones. Since no one is speaking, let this old man start," spoke a stern-faced elder slowly after a moment.
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