"Foundation Establishnt Pill!"
"Is it really a Foundation Establishnt Pill?"
"Damn it. This old man is short on spirit stones. If I had known, I would not have bought those earlier items."
The atmosphere in the auction hall instantly boiled over.
Many late-stage Qi Refining cultivators stared greedily at that wisp of blue light, as though gazing upon their own path to immortality.
"Five thousand!"
"Five thousand one hundred!"
"Six thousand!"
"Seven thousand!"
The rogue cultivators in the main hall shouted out their entire fortunes one after another, only to fall into despair almost imdiately.
They quickly realized that when it ca to wealth, they could never compete with the Foundation Establishnt seniors in the private boxes.
"How hateful! My path to immortality!"
"Damn it. If only I could reach Foundation Establishnt..."
Unintentionally, threads of resentnt began to form in the shadows.
Yet the Foundation Establishnt cultivators above remained calm and unruffled, steadily raising the bids.
Could the resentnt of re Qi Refining cultivators harm even a single hair on their bodies?
"Tsk tsk. So this is the allure of a Foundation Establishnt Pill?"
Inside one of the private boxes, Fang Qing watched the scene with a faint, amused curve to his lips.
He had refined dozens of these pills himself and consud several without feeling they were particularly precious.
Yet out here in the world, they were treated like the very lifeblood of these rogue cultivators.
Under the frenzied bidding of the Foundation Establishnt cultivators, the price of the pill soared past nine thousand spirit stones and hovered around ten thousand.
"Sigh... what a pity."
"My family's spirit stones have already been drained dry. I cannot bid any higher."
"I must keep so reserves. This item has no fate with this old man."
One Foundation Establishnt cultivator after another sighed in regret.
"Alas... it is all because of that Hall Master Fang Qing!"
At that mont, Fang Qing heard his own na ntioned and could not help asking curiously, "That Fang Qing? A Blue Sea Sect cultivator? The forr acting hall master of Pill Island?"
"Exactly. It is all because of him. Earlier, when the Blue Sea Sect opened its furnace to refine Foundation Establishnt Pills, his success rate was clearly inferior to Elder Tianding's. As a result, the sect's supply of Foundation Establishnt Pills beca scarce, and naturally the rewards granted to our families were reduced."
"This old woman feels otherwise. Hall Master Fang Qing's alchemy skill stands out among second-rank alchemists. At that ti Elder Tianding was gravely injured, so Hall Master Fang had no choice but to step in."
Another aged divine sense joined the conversation.
'Hmm. This old woman has good judgnt.'
Fang Qing secretly praised her in his heart. It seed there were still quite a few discerning people around.
"Hmph. In my opinion, the one most deserving of bla is the sect itself! The Blue Sea Sect monopolizes Foundation Establishnt Pills, and so does the Sea-Destroying Alliance. We should do as before: let the Core Formation forces fight it out until both sides are crippled. Only then will more Foundation Establishnt Pills and opportunities scatter across the land, allowing us to achieve our own paths. Haha!"
Another domineering divine sense rang out, clearly hoping for chaos in the world.
"That actually makes so sense..."
Fang Qing nodded slightly. He watched as the price of the Foundation Establishnt Pill climbed to around nine thousand nine hundred spirit stones before finally stalling. It was ultimately claid by the cultivator in the Heaven-character private box.
This genuine Foundation Establishnt Pill had likely not co from within the sect.
In the outer seas, second-rank demon beasts still existed. With decent luck, one could obtain a second-rank demon core and commission a second-rank alchemist to refine a Foundation Establishnt Pill.
The problem was that these wild alchemists outside had truly poor skill. Producing even one genuine pill from a batch was cause for heavenly thanks.
As a proper sect alchemist, Fang Qing felt fully qualified to look down on such amateur thods.
After all, among rogue cultivators, rely refining one kind of second-rank pill was enough for soone to call themselves a second-rank alchemy grandmaster.
Handing a Foundation Establishnt Pill to such alchemists was nothing short of gambling with one's life!
After the Foundation Establishnt Pill was auctioned off, the auction officially concluded.
Fang Qing completed the spirit stone transaction, collected his purchased items, and exited the venue through one of the secret passages.
The auction hall had several such hidden exits, clearly designed to protect the privacy and safety of custors.
With more than half his liquid spirit stone reserves gone...
Since he had finally gone out, he might as well visit a few more marketplaces to fence his goods. Let Xu Hei work a little harder on that side too.
He patted his storage bag and was about to fly off on his sword when a sudden premonition stirred in his heart.
'Hmm?'
Fang Qing imdiately circulated the Plum Blossom Divination Technique and obtained a hexagram image.
"Thousand gold scattered, yet it returns? As long as I slow my escape speed, a great auspicious sign appears?"
"The hexagram must be interpreted in light of actual circumstances. From this, it seems there are robbery cultivators lying in wait."
"My strength is formidable. Not only can I turn danger into safety, I can even counter-kill the robbers and reap rich rewards. This is great fortune."
"The key question is... how did those bandit cultivators target ? I have confird that no tracking thod was planted on , so... is there a problem with one of the items I purchased?"
His eyes narrowed slightly as a chill spread across his body.
For a traveler between two worlds like him, the thing he hated most was soone tampering with traded goods!
"Was it the jade slip recording the Xun Wind Shadowless Escape, or the Qionghua Branch? If it is the Qionghua Branch... now that would be interesting."
With this thought, Fang Qing took out a second-rank mid-grade spiritual boat that he had not used in a long ti and flew slowly toward Verdant Jade Island.
Only the ti it takes to burn one incense stick later, he spotted a group of people engaged in combat.
Or rather, a band of robbery cultivators pursuing and attacking an old man and his granddaughter.
The pair riding the yellow-wood boat were precisely the grandfather and granddaughter who had earlier purchased the Myriad Beasts Turtle Egg.
"Grandfather..."
The female cultivator was so frightened that her face lost all color. "Wuwuwu... cultivating immortality is too dangerous. I do not want to cultivate anymore..."
"This old man... this old man will fight you to the death!"
The mid-stage Qi Refining elder glared at the approaching robbery cultivators with eyes practically splitting from rage.
At that mont, a powerful wave of mana suddenly swept past.
Accompanying it ca the divine sense of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator!
"Not good!"
"There is a Foundation Establishnt senior!"
“Robbing the robbers? Run!”
The bandit cultivators behind them felt their scalps go numb and imdiately scattered in all directions.
The grandfather and granddaughter stood frozen on their yellow-wood boat. They watched as a white-jade flying boat shot past them in a flash.
Atop it stood a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes. An aura of razor-sharp keenness seed ready to overflow from his entire body.
"Immortal..."
The female cultivator stared at the figure that looked like a white-jade deity, montarily entranced...
'My appearance... just happened to scare off the bandit cultivators and save their lives?'
Could it be that this pair of grandfather and granddaughter were montary children of destiny?
Fang Qing piloted the white-jade boat onward without any intention of stopping to make acquaintances.
Children of destiny? Ancient Shu had plenty of them. And what beca of them in the end?
Besides, he was quite busy. Next up... there should be a major battle waiting.
Whoosh!
Almost as soon as the white-jade flying boat passed by, the grandfather and granddaughter spotted a strange black great bird flying overhead. Its escape speed was actually faster than the boat, and two faint human figures could be seen on its back.
"Grandfather... what kind of demon bird is that?"
The granddaughter asked curiously. "Why do I not sense any demon qi from it?"
"That is not a mount bird. It is an avian puppet! At least second-rank inferior grade!"
The old man still had so knowledge. He quickly turned the boat in a different direction with his granddaughter. "From the looks of it, they are chasing after that benefactor from earlier. Sigh... I hope the benefactor can turn misfortune into fortune."
"Coming already?"
Sensing the mana fluctuations from behind, Fang Qing gave a slight smile and put away the white-jade flying boat.
Not long after, a pitch-black second-rank giant bird puppet flapped its wings and crossed the sea in pursuit!
On the bird's back stood two cultivators. One was rely early Foundation Establishnt, while the other was late Foundation Establishnt. The pale white hair and peculiar ancient features made Fang Qing feel a trace of familiarity. "You are... Lu Qianfan of the Sea-Destroying Alliance? The second-rank puppeteer who once ambushed Cui Zhe?"
"This person... I do not recognize..."
Zhou Mingjing sensed Fang Qing's mana fluctuations and felt a stir in his heart. 'Mid Foundation Establishnt... that should be sufficient for the secret thod Elder Lu ntioned earlier.'
"Damn it. Is this not one of the Blue Sea Sect thieves? Never mind... it is all the sa!"
Lu Qianfan slapped his storage bag. Four more puppets erged. Two were turtle-shaped with massive cannons extending from their backs, while the other two were wolf-shaped, swift as the wind and spewing black mist.
Together with the flying bird puppet, all five were second-rank grade!
"Sir..."
Fang Qing only glanced briefly at Lu Qianfan before shifting his gaze to Zhou Mingjing. "Could it be a Zhou Family Foundation Establishnt cultivator? No wonder you could track down. You tampered with the Qionghua Branch, did you not?"
Although he had never t the Zhou Family Ancestor, now that both sides had t face to face, deducing a portion of the truth was not difficult. "It seems the Zhou Family has secretly pledged allegiance to the Sea-Destroying Alliance. That previous transaction was a trap."
These words caused Zhou Mingjing's face to turn extrely ugly. He took out a silver mirror spiritual artifact and shouted, "Elder Lu, today this person must not be allowed to leave this place alive!"
"Haha, exactly as it should be."
Elder Lu's divine sense spread out like a net, controlling the many puppets to form a small battle array.
The two turtle-shaped puppets fired deep azure light beams from their cannons. Even a late Foundation Establishnt cultivator would not dare take them head-on.
The wolf-shaped puppets roared and charged like the wind. Wind blades appeared on their claws as they closed in rapidly, preparing for close combat.
"This puppet technique is rather interesting... it seems to grow even more powerful when wielded by soone with strong divine sense."
Fang Qing comnted with a smile, then abruptly drew his sword!
In the midst of a sky full of stars, a sword qi appeared dreamlike and illusory, like smoke and mist. The sound of thunder from the four seas suddenly erupted.
It was precisely the peerless sword art of Sword Motion Like Thunder!
The sword qi condensed from Wolfbreaker circled lightly around the two wolf-shaped puppets and instantly severed both their heads.
"Sword cultivator?"
"No... this level of power far surpasses even Cui Zhe of the Blue Sea Sect!"
Lu Qianfan was startled. "Just who are you?"
"A dead man has no need to know too much."
Fang Qing rged man and sword as one. With [Lou tal] mana circulating and the Sharp Edge Chapter Dao Foundation enhancing him, the edge of his natal flying sword reached an even higher level.
A flash of sword light dodged the turtle cannons and arrived before Zhou Mingjing in an instant.
"Such swift sword escape technique!"
Zhou Mingjing was so frightened that he hurriedly slapped a second-rank mid-grade Gold Essence Body Protection Talisman onto himself. Both hands frantically poured mana into the silver mirror spiritual artifact.
This silver mirror was his family's ancestral treasure, specialized in restraining magical artifacts and spiritual artifacts. As long as he could lock down this sword cultivator's sword, everything would be fine.
Damn it. This person's sword escape was so extrely fast—why did he still bother using a flying boat earlier? Was it deliberate?
A chill ran through Zhou Mingjing's heart. He ford a hand seal, and a burst of profound light shot out from the silver mirror, fixing the flying smoke sword artifact that Fang Qing had raised his hand to release.
Under the profound light, the smoke-and-mist-like sword artifact suddenly dispersed. It turned out to be nothing more than a strand of mana.
"Where is the flying sword?"
Zhou Mingjing froze for a mont. Then he saw a streak of sword light before his eyes.
One sword blazed gloriously, slashing straight down. The incomparably sharp sword light tore through the second-rank mid-grade talisman and the two layers of Zhou Mingjing's own mana defenses, cleaving him evenly from head to toe into two halves.
"This... sir is absolutely not mid Foundation Establishnt."
Elder Lu watched as Fang Qing casually dispatched Zhou Mingjing in a single exchange. A cold sweat broke out across his scalp. He shouted, "You are a late Foundation Establishnt great sword cultivator?"
"Late Foundation Establishnt... great sword cultivator?"
Fang Qing almost laughed but forcibly held it back. "If you think so, then so be it. Now please go to your death, sir!"
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