"Qiankun Bag! What a good thing!" Song Changming’s eyes lit up, and he beca spirited.
"Could it be that magical item that contains a hidden world within?" Song Ping’an had also heard of it and couldn’t help but say.
"Indeed." Song Changming had seen such Qiankun Bags.
His superior in the army, Xing Tiexin, had one.
Among the deputy generals, those from noble families like Zhao Linxin and Tang Qicheng also seed to each have one.
It looks like a small brocade bag, yet it conceals a hidden world, akin to carrying a nearly vacuum-like space, typically used for storage.
Even flesh stored inside rarely decays, it’s truly magical.
Furthermore, it’s said that such Qiankun Bags are Level Five Talismans, with the Level Five Rune ’Qiankun’ as the core, very difficult to engrave, only a few masters of Talisman Tao in the present day can make them.
And in the market, it’s nearly impossible to buy such Qiankun Bags because these high-level talismans often require connections.
You’d need to bring materials and specifically seek a Talisman Master to customize them; otherwise, few Talisman Masters would bother to make such difficult talismans for sale.
Compared to Song Changming’s curiosity, the noble family mbers and various dignitaries seed uninterested in the Qiankun Bag.
Not to ntion they mostly already had them, and if they wanted, they could easily find a Talisman Master through family connections to customize such talismans, which isn’t difficult for them.
Compared to functional high-level talismans, they often have more interest in extraordinary items with greater artistic and collectible value.
"The starting price for this Qiankun Bag is one hundred middle-grade Spirit Crystals." The host quoted.
"Hiss, that’s so expensive!" Song Ping’an gasped upon hearing it.
Below, the crowd remained calm, not reacting strongly to this starting price.
"The Qiankun Bag is expensive because of the Level Five Rune ’Qiankun’ engraved on it, as there are few Talisman Masters capable of engraving Level Five Runes, besides, the materials needed for its creation are rare and precious, making its production cost high.
Nowadays, the market price for Qiankun Bags is about transparent, and I think the final bid will be far more than this price." Song Changming shook his head saying.
"You want it, sir?" Song Ping’an noticed Song Changming’s interest and couldn’t help but ask.
"Yes." Song Changming leaned back on the chair and sipped so tea.
The Qiankun Bag is quite convenient, having one on you makes storage easier when traveling, allowing for easy travel anyti, anywhere.
If he had such a Qiankun Bag when he got that batch of Spirit Crystals before, he wouldn’t have had to hide them carefully in the wilderness but could have just stored them directly into the Qiankun Bag.
"One hundred middle-grade Spirit Crystals, I want it."
"I bid one hundred and five middle-grade Spirit Crystals."
"..."
As the bidding began, there were scattered calls, not as intense as when popular items were auctioned before.
Most of the noble young masters didn’t participate this round, mostly drinking and chatting, waiting for this round of bidding to end.
Although few participated in the bidding, the final price of this storage pouch slowly rose to one hundred and sixty middle-grade Spirit Crystals.
"One hundred and eighty."
An unexpected bid suddenly raised the number by twenty middle-grade Spirit Crystals, causing so ripples, quickly silencing other bids in the venue.
In the end, the Qiankun Bag was sold at a price of one hundred and eighty middle-grade Spirit Crystals.
"Sir, isn’t this price too expensive..." After calling the price, Song Ping’an saw no one willing to follow up, turned back, and whispered.
"A bit over the odds, but at this auction, slight overpricing is normal," Song Changming said.
He initially expected it to go beyond two hundred middle-grade Spirit Crystals, but obtaining a Qiankun Bag for one hundred and eighty middle-grade Spirit Crystals was quite satisfying.
"Go ahead." Song Changming handed a money bag to Song Ping’an.
"Okay." Song Ping’an understood, and didn’t ask where this precious batch of Spirit Crystals ca from.
In no ti, he brought the Qiankun Bag back.
Song Changming held it for examination; the Qiankun Bag was black and yellow, slightly larger than a palm, appearing as an ordinary small cloth bag.
But when he touched the small cloth bag with his spiritual power, the peculiarity erged.
His perception suddenly extended inside the bag, exploring the hidden world inside.
It was a relatively small white misty space, like a large room about twenty to thirty square ters, five ters tall.
Around the room, there were traces of runes, sotis hiding, sotis appearing, emitting a faint light, occasionally shifting and rotating, leaving traces, naturally with profound mysteries.
Song Changming casually tried placing a teacup inside the bag.
However, just as the teacup reached the bag’s mouth, the small area of space suddenly distorted, and the teacup vanished.
When Song Changming checked, there was an extra teacup floating in the white misty space inside the bag.
He then willed a movent, using spiritual power to attempt retrieving.
The next mont, when he had his hand at the bag’s mouth, the teacup returned, intact, unchanged.
"The sword." Song Changming grabbed his long sword heavy weapon and easily placed it in the Qiankun Bag, yet the bag’s weight remained unchanged.
"Sir, this item is truly magical." Song Ping’an muttered.
"Only in the Ancient Abyss Country can there be such unimaginable artifacts; in the Dalai Kingdom, they’re unheard of..."
Song Changming nodded, quite satisfied with the Qiankun Bag’s functionality.
If these inventions were likened to technological progress, the Human Race in the Ancient Abyss Country could be far ahead of the Dalai Kingdom.
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