BSI Chapter 481 Auction
Chapter 481 Auction
The bidding was still fierce, but there were no major factions bidding against each other. After several rounds of bidding, the price was quite reasonable and there was no artificial hype.
In the end, the 70,000 spirit stones were won by a rogue cultivator.
The guy was wearing a Taoist robe covered in patches, and his hair was a complete mess, like a bird's nest. I almost went crazy when I took the picture.
Zhang Yiyuan waved for someone to take him away, and then the auction continued.
"The starting price for the third one remains unchanged at 10,000 spirit stones."
This time it was a young rogue cultivator, who looked to be under thirty years old and at the peak of the Celestial Realm. He directly shouted out 100,000.
No one competed with him, not because they couldn't win, but because of the look in his eyes when he bid.
Their determination to win surprised the elders of several major sects.
Lin Chen opened his eyes and looked at the young man, his lips twitching slightly.
Lan Fenghuang tilted her head and looked at Lin Chen: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know him." Lin Chen shook his head. "But this kid will either become a big shot in the future, or he'll die very quickly."
"...Can't you say something nice?"
"I'm telling the truth."
At this moment, Zhang Yiyuan took out another pill from the brocade box, held it in his palms, and raised it above his head.
It was pale gold all over and a size larger than the Human Immortal Pill.
Although there are not nine lines, there are still six.
Each one seemed alive, slowly flowing across the surface of the elixir, as if it were breathing.
The audience fell completely silent.
Celestial Elixir!
There are no more than ten Celestial Elixir pills remaining in the entire Central Plains.
Each one is a prized possession of major powers, and they are never revealed to the public.
And now, there is one here.
"Celestial Elixir." Zhang Yiyuan's voice rose a few decibels. "Starting bid—two hundred thousand spirit stones."
silence.
A long silence followed.
Then Xiao Yi raised his paddle again, "Two hundred and fifty thousand."
As she spoke, she glanced at Lin Chen, and seeing that Lin Chen didn't react, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Three hundred thousand." Xu Tian followed with a smile.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand," Qingyangzi said calmly.
"Four hundred thousand," Jian Shisan said expressionlessly.
The scene froze for a moment. Four hundred thousand spirit stones to create a celestial being—it's worth it.
But not just any force can afford to pay 400,000.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth: "Four hundred and fifty thousand."
It's not that we don't have the money, but we need to save it for the Zhuxian Sword later.
Xu Tian stopped laughing: "Five hundred thousand."
Qingyangzi remained silent for a moment, then put down the sign.
Jian Shisan tapped his hand twice on the scabbard, then put it down.
Just as Xu Tian's lips were about to curl into a smile, an aged voice came from behind the crowd, hoarse but powerful:
"Five hundred and fifty thousand."
Everyone turned their heads.
A gaunt old man stood up from the back row, his eyes filled with a frenzied determination to win.
Zhang Yiyuan was taken aback: "Fellow Daoist, are you sure?"
The old man's hands were trembling, but his back was ramrod straight.
"It's confirmed. The Cangwu Sect's accumulated wealth of eight hundred years is all here."
The Cangwu Sect is a second-rate sect, and the highest-ranking cultivator within the sect is only at the peak of the Land Immortal realm.
Someone in the audience gasped in shock. Eight hundred years' worth of wealth, for a single elixir.
This is gambling with the future of the entire sect.
However, if they had the resources, they wouldn't let it go.
"Six hundred thousand." Xu Tian frowned and raised his paddle again.
The old man glanced at him, his voice lower but more determined: "Six hundred and fifty thousand."
Xu Tian stared at the old man for three seconds.
The old man didn't flinch; he just stared straight at Xu Tian.
There was something in his eyes, not stubbornness, but the fierce determination of someone in despair grasping at the last straw.
Xu Tian took back the sign.
Zhang Yiyuan was silent for a moment before speaking:
"The Cangwu Sect has won the bid for the Celestial Immortal Pill. Furthermore, I hereby authorize that this pill can be taken within the City Lord's Mansion for a breakthrough. Tianyuan City will provide full protection throughout the process, free of charge."
The audience erupted in cheers.
Breaking through to the Celestial Immortal realm in Tianyuan City? With guardians? And it's free? This is more valuable than the pills themselves.
What are rogue cultivators most afraid of when breaking through to the next level? Being taken advantage of and robbed when they are in trouble.
The guardians of Tianyuan City essentially gave this old man a life-saving charm.
The old man froze, his lips trembling for a long time, before he suddenly knelt down:
"The City Lord's kindness and virtue will be forever remembered by the Cangwu Sect!"
"Fellow Daoist, you mustn't do this." Zhang Yiyuan waved his hand, helping him up from the air.
"With the great calamity looming, every additional celestial being means a greater chance of survival. This is what Tianyuan City should do."
The old man stood up, tears streaming down his face.
At this moment, Master Xukong stood up, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a booming voice:
"Amitabha Buddha, this Heavenly Immortal Pill was taken from Mount Sumeru."
The entire room fell silent.
Master Void looked around, his white eyebrows trembling slightly in the wind:
"A great calamity is approaching. Only by uniting as one can we hope to overcome it. Mount Sumeru is willing to do its part for all living beings."
Master Void paused, then raised his voice slightly:
"May Buddha have mercy, Amitabha!"
"Mount Sumeru!"
"Mount Sumeru!"
Someone took the lead in shouting, and the voices went from scattered to a deafening roar.
Lin Chen's eye twitched, and he cursed inwardly: These bald monks are really good at putting on an act.
Xiao Yi, Xu Tian, and the others were cursing inwardly: Damn it, even with all the stuff I've brought out, this is how they act.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Zhang Yiyuan's eyes as he quickly took out the next item to be auctioned—the Immortal Execution Sword.
The moment it was taken out of the brocade box, its crimson light could no longer be suppressed.
The runes on the blade seemed to come alive, emitting a faint hum, as if life was breathing within them.
Zhang Yiyuan channeled his spiritual power into the sword, and a crimson sword light shot into the sky, soaring straight to the heavens.
The dark red crack in the sky was illuminated by this light for a moment, and it visibly dimmed a little.
The audience was silent.
"A top-grade Celestial-level divine weapon, the Immortal-Slaying Sword." Zhang Yiyuan's voice trembled.
Starting bid: 300,000 spirit stones.
"Five hundred thousand," Xiao Yi said first, his expression serious.
"Six hundred thousand." Xu Tian smiled, but his eyes were full of seriousness.
"Seven hundred thousand," Qingyangzi said calmly.
"One million." Jian Shisan stood up, the veins on his hand holding the sword bulging.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth: "One million one hundred thousand."
Xu Tian paused for a moment before replying, "One million two hundred thousand."
Qingyangzi remained silent for a moment, then said nothing more.
Jian Shisan tapped his hand twice on the scabbard, remained silent for a long time, and then looked at Lin Chen and said:
"One million two hundred and fifty thousand, plus three free services provided to Young Master Lin."
An uproar erupted in the audience, and all eyes turned to Lin Chen.
Lin Chen gave Jian Shisan a deep look, then nodded slightly.
A rare smile appeared on Jian Shisan's face as he bowed to Lin Chen, embracing his sword.
"Young Master Lin, Jian Shisan keeps his word. These three attacks will not be limited by time, place, or opponent."
Lin Chen waved his hand: "Okay! I've got it."
Jian Shisan walked up to the high platform and received the Zhuxian Sword.
The moment he gripped the sword, his true energy surged into it, and the sword emitted a clear, resonant sound that echoed throughout the entire plaza.
A crimson light shot into the sky, ten times brighter than when Zhang Yiyuan had activated it earlier.
Jian Shisan was enveloped in red light, his robes fluttering and his hair dancing wildly in the airflow.
Everyone below the stage felt a sharp sword intent.
It wasn't that Jian Shisan deliberately released it; rather, the sword resonated with him, and the sword intent naturally emanated from it.
The faces of the several celestial beings in the front row all changed—this sword madman's swordsmanship had broken through again.
Jian Shisan loosened the hilt of his sword, and the red light slowly receded.
He turned around, faced Lin Chen's direction, and bowed deeply once again.