Immortality begins with meditation puppets

Chapter 230 Golden Core cultivators sit high above, Foundation Establishment cultivators sit in rows.

The Immortal City Auction, which the Yunshan Sect had been building up for a long time.

Countless independent cultivators within the immortal city had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

Those with abundant wealth and sufficient battle merits are determined to obtain valuable items such as Foundation Establishment Pills and second-tier demon cores.

Even the poor and weak want to join in the fun, show their support, and maybe even snag some good stuff that others don't want.

Because of this auction, all the cultivators have been living frugally these past few days, not daring to spend as extravagantly as before. As a result, business at the Su family's small shop has been slow recently, causing Xiong Er, who is not earning commissions, to stop whistling these days and be in a bad mood.

On this day, red flags fluttered and drums resounded throughout Baiyun Immortal City.

Another Golden Core cultivator from Yunshan Sect who recently arrived—Master Baishan—along with Master Xiashan, led a group of Yunshan disciples, hovering above the Yunshan Pavilion.

The Golden Elixir Master's gaze swept across the entire city.

Amidst the watchful eyes of all the cultivators in the city, the Immortal City Auction was officially launched.

"Please welcome He Xinyan, the Pavilion Master of Baiyun Pavilion of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, from a Nascent Soul family and a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

"We are now inviting Li Mubai, a third-tier array master from the Yunshan Sect and the chief auctioneer for this auction!"

"Lin Qinglang of the Lin family, a family of three Golden Core cultivators, a third-tier puppeteer!"

"Yuan Qiquan of the Yuan family, a third-tier corpse driver from a family that has four Golden Core cultivation levels!"

"Five invitations to the Golden Elixir Master, the Joyful Zen Buddha, and Jia Chunqiu!"

"The White Cloud Pavilion Master of the Six-Invitation Pavilion, a third-tier body cultivator, the White Cloud Immortal!"

The resounding Daoist chant echoed throughout the immortal city.

With each sound of the Dao, a ray of light appeared, taking the lead of all the cultivators and disappearing into the small building in the cloud mountain.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for? We've invited all those with power and influence. We're not worth the Yunshan Sect's invitation. Hurry up and go over there!"

Liang Haishun shook his head and told Su Qing and the others to hurry up and catch up. There were probably no seats left in the first few rows, and if they were any slower, they wouldn't even be able to get seats in the back.

With a few hundred spirit stones in his pocket, Su Qing felt he was someone of importance.

But right now, those who can participate in the Immortal City Auction are all big shots, and his net worth is really nothing. If he arrives late, he might not even be able to get a seat. He hurriedly followed Liang Haishun's footsteps and stepped into the Cloud Mountain Pavilion.

Just as Liang Haishun said, the Yunshan Xiaolou was already packed with people.

Looking around, the first two rows were filled with members of the Yuan and Lin families, all dressed in splendid attire, looking like unlucky people about to be robbed.

Looking up at the second floor, one could see that each VIP room was equipped with a concealment array. The nobles upstairs could see everything below, while the cultivators downstairs could hardly catch a glimpse of their faces.

This is normal. No matter when or where, people of different statuses will always be divided into classes, and various means will be used to highlight the nobility of those in higher positions.

As Su Qing secretly thought that fortunes change every thirty years, she would one day be invited into the second floor as well.

Guo Qiaolian led an elderly, decrepit cultivator to him.

"Father, this is Fellow Daoist Su that Qiaolian has been mentioning to you. He's perfectly fine!"

"Su Qing has met Fellow Daoist Guo before. He has long heard of Fellow Daoist Guo's superb medical skills, which can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. He was fortunate enough to learn two levels of the Guo family's needle control technique and has long wanted to visit and express his gratitude. However, he was afraid of disturbing Fellow Daoist Guo's treatment of patients, so he has not yet come to visit. He hopes that Fellow Daoist Guo will understand."

Upon hearing Guo Qiaolian call him "Father," Su Qing immediately recognized the visitor and, without waiting for him to speak, quickly bowed in greeting. Guo An stroked his beard, his cloudy eyes lingering on Su Qing for a moment before returning the bow:
"Qiaolian is ignorant of worldly affairs. In the past few months, we have had to trouble Fellow Daoist Su to take care of her. As for the two layers of the Needle Control Technique for Refining the Spirit, my Guo family regards them as treasures, but in the eyes of other cultivators, they are not worth mentioning."

However, the biomimetic runes that Fellow Daoist Su taught Qiaolian are a priceless inheritance. If anyone should express gratitude, it should be me, on behalf of Qiaolian, thanking Fellow Daoist.

Qiaolian is not very sensible and does not know the value of the biomimetic runes, but I do. Tomorrow I will send you the third level of the Needle Control Technique along with some medicinal pills passed down in my Guo family.”

"It's just a matter of each getting what they need. Besides, how can the friendship between me and Fellow Daoist Qiaolian be measured by simple interests?"

Su Qing smiled and said to Guo An, and asked the three Lang Tian brothers next to her to make room for the old lady and Guo Qiaolian.

"Old Guo, you're not dead yet? Do you still want to fight for that Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Compared to Su Qing, who treated Guo An with the respect due to a junior, Liang Haishun had dealt with Guo An for many years, so he was less formal and reserved when speaking to him.

"A few days ago, the Yuan family patriarch was injured by the Golden Roc King. During his healing process, I also contributed some strength and gained some merit, thus qualifying to bid for the Foundation Establishment Pill."

According to my opinion, the Foundation Establishment Pill should be purchased, but my sea of ​​consciousness is currently shrinking and my energy is depleted. Even if I were to swallow the pill, the probability of achieving Foundation Establishment would be extremely low.

It would be better to leave this pill for Qiaolian to use in the future. I came here today to see my fellow cultivators, and I hope that if you have the means in the future, you will help my Qiaolian out as well.”

Upon hearing this, Su Qing and his fellow Daoists, who were gathered together, all fell silent.

Among them, Liang Haishun and Helian Xian looked particularly sorrowful.

"Alas, if we had this Foundation Establishment Pill twenty years earlier, Fellow Daoist Guo could have given it a shot. But it just so happens to be now!"

Helian Xian sighed deeply.

In terms of cultivation aptitude, Guo An was not bad, but he had been seeking the Foundation Establishment Pill for many years without success. Just when he had given up cultivation for decades and his magical power and spiritual consciousness had completely declined, he was given the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill again.

Even if you get the elixir, you are no longer the same person you were back then.

As he said, it would be better to give the Foundation Establishment Pill to Guo Qiaolian than to let him gamble on that one-in-a-million chance.

Guo Qiaolian's eyes were also filled with tears, but it was clear that Guo An had already persuaded her at home. At this moment, she just wiped away her tears with heartache and did not say anything more.

Guo An's visit this time felt no different to Su Qing and the others than entrusting their children to someone on his deathbed.

Because everyone could see that this person had already lost most of his vitality and would die within three to five months at most.

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all predetermined. Fortune, misfortune, and destiny all depend on fate. I am not fortunate enough to establish my foundation. Fellow Daoists Su and Tang are not yet fifty years old. If they can obtain the elixir and establish their foundation this time, their future path in the Dao will be very promising."

Fellow Daoist Liang and Fellow Daoist Helian, although you obtained the Foundation Establishment Pill a little late, after the age of fifty, you both have full of energy and have not slacked off in your cultivation over the years. With this Foundation Establishment Pill, as long as you do not strive for advancement in the future and become an inferior Foundation Establishment cultivator, you can still live for more than three hundred years.

Your circumstances are different from mine; your future is far brighter than mine!

Guo Anqiang said to the cultivators with a smile.

He had reached the end of his life; his only concern was his only daughter, Guo Qiaolian.

After learning that Guo Qiaolian had a close relationship with Liang Haishun, Su Qing and others.

He then specially used the techniques of a spiritual physician to refine several precious herbs that he had accumulated over the years and had never been willing to use into second-tier medicinal pills.

At this moment, through Guo Qiaolian's hands, they were all handed over to Su Qing, Liang Haishun, and Helian Xian.

(End of this chapter)