Immortal Cultivation: I Will Forever Be in the Demon Sect/
Chapter 137: Wutong Lightning Strikes Wood
One evening, Qin Feng, Yue Mo, and Lu Youwei walked out of the inn and walked through several busy streets to a building with a plaque hanging from Lingbao Pavilion..
This extremely grand auction was held here.
Ling-Bao Pavilion was also a powerful sect in the cultivation world that focused on business.
For example, the Hundred Treasures Pavilion and Treasure Pavilion that Qin Feng had seen in the Immortal Seeking Square before actually belonged to the Lingbao Pavilion.
Whether it is the southern border, or the North Sea, West Pole, East Sea and other remote places, they have opened shops
" Have you heard? There are quite a lot of treasures in this annual auction of Ling-Bao Pavilion. It's said that there are even secret manuals of a secret sect!"
"What secret realm? I'm not interested in it. I heard that there will be several powerful demonic cultivation magic treasures. I'm determined to get them. If anyone dares to snatch them from me, hehe."
Along the way, there were quite a few people discussing this auction.
Among them, naturally, there was the mention of the Hundred Herbs Nine Revolution Pill.
" It's said that someone obtained this Hundred Herb Nine Revolution Pill from the Secret Realm of Immortal Coffin Mountain. I went to that Secret Realm back then too. Why wasn't I so lucky?"
" Sigh, if I were to obtain this pill, I would keep it for myself no matter how many spirit stones I lack. How could I be willing to auction it?"
Passing through the noisy and excited crowd, Qin Feng and the others began to queue up to enter.
There were too many people, and they had to have strict assets. Those with less than 300 third-tier spirit stones were not qualified to enter..
After waiting in line for half an hour, when it was almost Qin Feng's turn, a dark and ugly cultivator suddenly wanted to cut in.
After being scolded by the people behind him, the ugly cultivator was very arrogant. He pointed at the nose of the others and cursed,
" Can you afford to provoke me? Do you know who this young master is? My father is Divine Lord Nine Ardent! If you dare to make any noise again, be careful that I will use Nine Ardent Yin Lightning to kill you!"
" Divine Lord Nine Ardent?"
After hearing these words, the person who was pointed at by the ugly cultivator didn't dare to say anything more and suppressed his anger..
Everyone knew that Divine Lord Jiu Lie of Jiuhua Mountain was an extremely protective Divinity Transformation Stage mighty figure. No one could offend his close disciples, or else there would be no good consequences..
Qin Feng's gaze focused as he looked at the ugly cultivator's back and asked Yue Mo,"
"Senior Brother, do you know how many sons that Sir God Jiulie has?"
Yue Mo was knowledgeable, so this question naturally wouldn't be difficult for him.
" I heard that Divine Lord Jiu Lie had three daughters. At first, he had no sons. Later, an ugly illegitimate son appeared out of nowhere. It must be him..
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There was a flash of coldness in his eyes.
Back then, his eldest senior brother Li Xiaoshan died mysteriously under the Nine Ardent Yin Lightning. Later, it was said that the Yin Lightning was stolen by the son of the Nine Ardent Divine Lord and sold to the market. That was how it came out.
After entering the Lingbao Pavilion, Qin Feng and the others had a fierce beast mask and a gray cloak.
After putting on the masks and cloaks, the three of them passed through the seven turns and eight turns of the tunnel under the guidance of the Spirit Treasures Pavilion cultivators and arrived at a huge hall that could accommodate thousands of people..
The surroundings were extremely dark, except for the oil lamps hanging from the pillars of the courtyard, which were flickering with faint lights.
After Qin Feng sat down at the side, he closed his eyes and rested for an unknown period of time.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the surroundings were almost full of people, all of them obeying the rules of Ling-Bao Pavilion. They were silent, like ghosts..
After a while, the platform at the bottom of the hall became extremely bright. Then, an old man dressed in Lingbao Pavilion clothes walked out.
Qin Feng couldn't see through his cultivation level at all. He should be a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The old man said in a deep voice,
"I am Ling Bao Pavilion Elder Yang Heng, presiding over today's auction.
The first item up for auction was a recipe for the Light Separation and Accumulation Pill. The effect of this pill could increase the success rate of a cultivator's possession. The starting price was 100 Tier 3 spirit stones..
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This Yang Heng didn't say anything to stir up the atmosphere. As soon as he went on stage, he immediately started today's auction.
Moreover, this first item was an evil pill formula that could help others possess!
It wasn't strange. Sky Moon City was the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The Heavenly Demon Sect was ranked first among the top ten demon sects all year round, so it was only normal for Lingbao Pavilion to sell recipes like the Liguang Heavy Accumulation Pill here..
People who need the recipe of the Light Regathering Pill treat it as a treasure, while those who don't need it discard it like trash.
Therefore, at the beginning, there were more than ten people bidding fiercely, and the price quickly broke through 1,000..
In the end, the recipe for the Liguang Heavy Accumulation Pill was actually bought by someone at a high price of 6,000 third-tier spirit stones, which made countless people speechless..
"The second item: Thunder Sand. This treasure was collected from a volcano crater in the North Sea. That volcano erupts once every 90 years, and only a small amount can be collected at a time.
This bowl of Thunder Sand had been collected for over a thousand years. It was the best material for refining sand-type magic treasures. The starting price was 800 third-tier spirit stones..
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"Nine hundred!"
"One thousand two hundred!"
Time passed, and soon, more than ten treasures were auctioned off one after another. Qin Feng did not raise the card in his hand all this time.
It was really something here. The starting price might not be high, but everyone competed to bid. The final price was almost ridiculously high. Qin Feng really rarely participated..
" The fourteenth lot: Thousand Year Parasol Tree Lightning Strike Wood. This wood was not destroyed by lightning strikes. It is an excellent material for refining evil-slaying magic tools. Starting price: 300 Tier 3 spirit stones..
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After Yang Heng finished speaking, the hall that had just started to heat up suddenly became a little quiet.
Yang Heng frowned and thought,
This thousand-year-old parasol tree should be auctioned off at the market of each big sect.
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Most of the people in Skymoon City were demonic cultivators and heretical cultivators. Who would bid for this kind of Lightning Strike Wood that was specially used to refine evil-slaying magic treasures?
After a while, only a few people bid sporadically, bidding at the 30 - 50 increase.
"Four hundred!"
"Four hundred and ten!"
At this moment, Qin Feng raised his signboard for the first time.
"Six hundred!"
His voice was hoarse and harsh.
This was not Qin Feng's intention. It was the effect of the mask he was wearing. Almost everyone present had this voice..
As soon as he finished speaking, the few people who had bid earlier instantly fell silent. Obviously, they had no intention of continuing to compete..
Therefore, Qin Feng finally bought this piece of thousand-year parasol tree lightning strike wood for 600 third-tier spirit stones..
Very soon, a maid placed the Lightning Strike Wood in a wooden box and held it on a tray before bringing it to Qin Feng.
Qin Feng threw a bag of spirit stones onto the tray and took the wooden box to his hand.
He opened the wooden box and took a look. His face was filled with joy.
After a while, Yang Heng shouted,
" 18th lot: One Hundred Herb Nine Revolution Pill. Starting price: 2,000 Tier 3 spirit stones!"
Yue Mo, who was initially drowsy, instantly widened his eyes and revealed a fiery gaze.
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