Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 31 Auction (Please recommend and collect)
The next day.

Having made the decision, Chen Mu packed up and changed into an ordinary black shirt. He did not wear a crown on his hair, but simply gathered his hair together and tied it with a belt, making him look like a casual cultivator.

After careful consideration last night, he realized he didn't possess any advanced techniques for changing his appearance. Rather than learning a crude technique that would easily allow others to see through him, it would be better for him to participate in the event with his true appearance. This would allow him to appear honest and just an ordinary cultivator in Jinguang County...

The Qi in his body was also maintained at the fifth level of Qi Condensation using the Spirit Turtle Breathing Technique. Even if it was seen through by some cultivators, most of them would think that it was just the caution of a casual cultivator.

An hour passed.

Chen Mu boarded the Liuyun Crane borrowed from his master and flew towards Wannanfang City.

Five days later, a rumbling river like a galloping horse appeared before him.

"Not far after crossing the Huanglong River, we entered the territory of Jinguang County."

Chen Mu controlled the Liuyun Crane to fly over the river, then slowly landed. After it stopped, he gave it an order to linger and wait, and then let it go to find food.

The Flowing Cloud Crane is the spiritual beast ridden by the disciples of the Water Cloud Stream. As an old rival, Jin Guanggu couldn't be unaware of this. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I will walk the rest of the way on my own...

The territory of Jinguan is no different from Shuiyun County, except that after passing through several towns, one finds that gold is highly respected... Under the sunlight, every important and conspicuous place always has a touch of golden light.

Because there are so many disciples with gold spiritual roots in the Golden Light Valley, and everyone practices the valley's unique technique, the "Golden Light Art," which is much stronger than ordinary gold spiritual roots. This has caused every Golden Light disciple in the county to be proud of this, and the mortal world below also scrambles to imitate the immortals' hobbies...

Nine days later, Chen Mu looked up at the endless crowd in front of him.

The journey was smooth and uneventful.

Because he had plenty of time, he didn't rush to stay conspicuous. Instead, he chose the right time to join the other wandering cultivators.

At this time, the Wannan Market Auction will start at noon tomorrow. The market is already crowded with people, and many pavilions and towers have been temporarily built around it, scattered in an orderly manner.

From time to time, people came out, some of them were browsing the many stalls with great interest, while others were looking for fellow travelers with laughter and chatting about interesting things...

Even before the conference started, it already had some signs of being a grand event.

"Brother Jiang Ze, let's stay here for one night." A young cultivator in a gray shirt said.

Chen Mu nodded and agreed, looking around, with a slightly shocked expression on his face...

He met the young man in gray shirt on the way. He was a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. Chen Mu took the initiative to approach him and start a conversation with him. After spending a few days together, he had already figured out his general situation.

His name was Lu Yucheng, and he was just an ordinary descendant of a declining immortal cultivation family. He was just the right person to help him establish his status as a casual cultivator...

The two of them found an empty space, sat down on the ground, chatted for a few words, and then closed their eyes and began to regulate their breathing.

"I've never seen so many cultivators at the same time..." Chen Mu smiled with emotion in his heart.

……

The figure on one side slowly tilted, and the sunlight gradually became stronger.

It was almost noon, and thousands of monks gathered like rivers, finally converging into the huge conference hall in the center of Wannanfang City.

Chen Mu and Lu Yucheng slowly followed the crowd into the inner venue and sat down.

After sitting down, he looked around. From the inside, the entire venue was divided into three floors, like a huge dome, and the decoration was not as exquisite as he had imagined.

There was a square stone platform under the dome, which was obviously the place for the auction. There was no east-west partition on the first floor, and thousands of monks were sitting around the stone platform.

The second floor seemed much more spacious, with railings everywhere, and tea maids serving behind.

As for the third floor, Chen Mu squinted his eyes slightly and couldn't see clearly. There were only a few rooms up there, probably reserved for those foundation-building cultivators...

"Brother Jiang Ze, do you think there will be any Foundation Establishment masters coming to this auction?" Lu Yucheng turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"There should be... I just saw a group of people entering the room on the third floor. Even if they are not Foundation Establishment seniors, they should be important people..." Chen Mu couldn't help but answer, so he could only say perfunctorily.

Fortunately, the wait was not long. Half an hour later, as a figure slowly walked onto the stone platform, the auction was about to begin!

Chen Mu looked at this person, who was a middle-aged male cultivator wearing a white robe with gold decoration. The aura on his body was like a deep lake, giving people a heavy feeling.

He stood still and slowly opened his mouth, "Everyone..." As soon as he said that, the chattering voices disappeared and everyone looked at him.

"My fellow Taoists, I am Bei Hongyi... I am the eldest disciple of Master Wannan. I would like to express my sincere gratitude for coming... My master has entrusted me with an important task, and I will do my utmost to ensure the success of this conference... You fellow Taoists have been waiting for quite some time. Without further ado, let the conference begin!"

After saying that, Bei Hongyi bowed and walked down the stone platform.

"Bei Hongyi..." Chen Mu had heard of his reputation before he came and helped Wan Nanshao take care of many affairs.

His cultivation had reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation. If he hadn't wanted to further cultivate to the eleventh level, he could have tried to establish his foundation...

After pondering for a moment, a fat monk with a mustache stepped onto the stone platform. He bowed to the people around the platform, then blinked his extremely incongruous phoenix eyes and spoke with a smile.

"Big Brother is not good at speaking, so I have assigned this task to Li. I beg you fellow Taoists to bear with me..."

As the fat monk came on stage, laughter immediately broke out from the audience.

Someone who knew him well even called out, "Alright, alright, everyone knows that you have a clever tongue that can turn the dead into the living and rags into treasures... Stop wasting time and get started!"

As soon as the words came out, they immediately aroused a response.

The fat Taoist kept smiling, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He nodded at the person who spoke and said, "I'll do as Brother Liu says." He clapped his hands.

A maid dressed coolly and boldly came up holding a tray.

"According to the old rules, this first lot is five bottles of first-grade, high-quality Xuanyuan Pills, each with three pills. Everyone is familiar with this pill, so I won't go into detail. The starting price is 200 spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than 10 spirit stones."

Chen Mu secretly clicked his tongue. The first item on display was a cultivation elixir, and it was the Xuanyuan Pill that was effective even in the late stage of Qi Condensation. It was indeed worthy of being the best auction held in the market within a thousand miles.

"Two hundred and ten!"

"Two hundred and twenty!"

……

"Three hundred and twenty spirit stones..."

After this price was announced, no one said anything. Five bottles of Xuanyuan Pills could probably be sold for 300 spirit stones under normal circumstances. Anything above that would be a bad deal. Besides, the conference had just begun, and there was no guarantee that there would be more spirit pills later...

The fat Taoist priest said in a loud voice: "The first item for auction, Xuanyuan Dan, belongs to Taoist No. 35 in the South District..." After that, he waved his hand, and the maid twisted her body and slowly retreated.

Then there were some elixir auctions...

"The seventh lot is the Three Hundred Years Ice Heart Lotus. This lotus is the main ingredient for refining the first-grade, superior elixir, the Barrier Breaking Pill. Furthermore, this lot has three hundred years of medicinal efficacy. The Barrier Breaking Pill made from it must be a top-notch product... Starting bid: One Hundred Spiritual Stones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard stood up from the stage and shouted urgently, "One hundred and thirty spirit stones!"

A monk with the same white hair beside him said calmly, "Master Lin Dan, you are so flustered, you have lost your composure... One hundred and fifty pieces."

The old Taoist snorted coldly, sat down without responding, and said to the stage: "One hundred and seventy."

Seeing that he ignored him, the white-haired monk showed anger, but quickly suppressed it: "Stop dilly-dallying, two hundred and fifty spirit stones!"

The old Taoist then looked a little unhappy and said, "Three hundred spirit stones."

The white-haired monk smiled triumphantly and stopped bidding.

Finally, the three hundred year old Ice Heart Lotus was obtained by the old Taoist, and his joy was mostly washed away by the white-haired monk...

Chen Mu watched with great interest, and from the whispers of the cultivators nearby, he learned that these two were the alchemists of the Lingdan Pavilion in Wannanfang City, and that they had some grudges against each other...

"As expected, the alchemist is still wealthy. His bid is never lower than twenty spirit stones..."

……

Dozens of items were auctioned off, and even a few exquisite magic weapons were auctioned. The power and effectiveness far exceeded those in Tianhe Market. Chen Mu was repeatedly tempted. If the fat Taoist priest had not introduced that there were many more to come, he would have stepped forward to compete for one.

"Lot 49, Wind-Patterned Cloud Banner..."

(End of this chapter)