Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

The room was uniformly furnished, with tables and chairs, and a plate of spiritual fruits on the table.

After He Ling sat down, she picked up a spiritual fruit. She didn't put it to her mouth, but put it close to her sleeve.

A small green snake crawled out, sniffed the spiritual fruit, a hint of disgust appeared in its golden pupils, and then it crawled back into the sleeve.

He Ling felt a little helpless. Qing'er had really been spoiled by her and even started to dislike her.

He Ling took it to his mouth and took a bite, and his open mouth could not be closed.

"Pah, pah." He Ling didn't look at the green fruit in his hand until he spat out all the fruit pulp in his mouth.

"What a crappy fruit, so sour." No wonder Qing'er didn't eat it just now.

After throwing the fruit aside and waiting for a while, the auction officially began.

On a wide platform, an old man walked out. His aura was not concealed at all, and he was at the middle stage of foundation building.

He first introduced himself, then clapped his hands, and a maid came out carrying a tray covered with a red cloth.

The old man began to introduce the items for auction.

He Ling looked uninterested after taking a look at them. Most of them were rare things, but not precious.

As time went on, the old man on the stage deliberately coughed to draw everyone's attention back to the stage.

"What I'm going to introduce to you next is the treasure that will be the grand finale of this auction. As for what it is, I'm sure everyone already knows, so I won't elaborate further."

He clapped his hands, and another maid came out with a tray. The red cloth on the tray did not rise or fall at all.

As the maid's footsteps sounded, everyone felt their hearts getting nervous.

The old man lifted the red cloth, and a slightly yellowed piece of paper lay tightly on the tray.

Immediately, many cultivators used their spiritual sense to scan the tray.

"Hmph," the old man snorted coldly, and the sound was like the sound of a gong, which made everyone present feel shocked.

Among those cultivators who scanned with their spiritual sense, all of them had blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and suffered serious internal injuries.

The old man glanced at the crowd and said, "That was just a warning. If there are still people who are blind, I don't mind letting them see how powerful I am."

This move stunned everyone present. He Ling also frowned. This old man was only in the middle stage of foundation building, but the aura he emitted made He Ling feel like an angry tiger. Under his pressure, he was like a deer, trembling and unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance.

A doubt arose in her mind: Is the difference between Qi Refining and Foundation Building really so huge?

The old man was satisfied when he saw the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Foundation Building Pill, Pill Recipe, Starting Bid: 100,000 Low-Grade Spiritual Stones!"

As the old man finished speaking, the scene instantly became lively.

"One hundred and fifty thousand! I'll give you one hundred and fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"I'll offer 200,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

"Five hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones." As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into silence. Everyone turned around, wanting to see who had raised the price by more than double.

At the back of the auction booth, a muscular man stood up and said.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he revealed his aura without hesitation, the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Moreover, there is an extremely surging energy and blood in his body. This person might also be practicing body cultivation!

When some monks saw this person, they could only sigh and sit down helplessly.

This person's name is Lin Zhan. He practices both physical and magical skills. Not only is he a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, he also has impressive physical training skills. In Tianning Market, he is also a well-known figure.

It is said that his strength is already greater than that of most outer disciples of Xuanyuan Sect, but he is a little old and only became a cultivator at the age of fifty. Otherwise, he could have entered Xuanyuan Sect and become an outer disciple.

As expected, as soon as Lin Zhan appeared, no one made a bid.

The old man on the stage looked around and asked, "Anyone else want to bid?"

At this time, a female voice came, "Six hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Lin Zhan frowned and looked in the direction of the voice. He didn't expect that someone else would bid.

He clasped his fists in the direction of He Ling and said, "My friend, I am determined to obtain the formula for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I hope you will be kind enough to help me. I, Lin Zhan, am somewhat of a figure in Tianning Market."

"Six hundred and one thousand low-grade spirit stones."

The female voice sounded again, "Lin Zhan? Never heard of him."

"I am determined to obtain this foundation-building pill recipe, and I hope you will be kind enough to oblige me."

"You!" Lin Zhan's face suddenly turned red like a monkey's butt.

"Hmph, since Your Excellency says so, then let's each rely on our own abilities."

"Eight hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the female voice rang out again, "One million low-grade spirit stones."

Lin Zhan glanced in He Ling's direction with gritted teeth.

"One million and one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

"One million and five hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell silent again. No one expected that this person would add another 400,000 spirit stones at once.

The old man on the stage was grinning from ear to ear at this point. He would receive a portion of the spirit stones in proportion to the items sold on the market. These 1.5 million spirit stones were a considerable sum even in the eyes of a foundation-building cultivator like him.

"Is there anyone else here who wants to bid?"

Lin Zhan's eyes were a little red. He was already quite old and his energy and blood were a little insufficient. If he waited another ten years, his energy and blood would surely begin to decline. At that time, the probability of coming back alive would undoubtedly drop by another 20%. Don't underestimate this 20%. Between life and death, 20% could almost be said to be the key to survival.

But now he had no other choice. He had prepared more than one million low-grade spirit stones for the recipe of the Foundation Establishment Pill. He thought it was a sure thing, but he didn't expect someone to show up on the way.

The old man asked three times in a row, and when no one responded, he knocked the gavel.

"make a deal."

As the last item was sold, the people at the scene began to retreat, but two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining stood at He Ling's door. Although they said they were there to protect He Ling's safety, they were actually there to keep an eye on her, fearing that she would run away.

Compared to 1.5 million low-grade spirit stones, this is the largest commodity sold at the auction house in the past ten years.

Then an old man walked in. It turned out to be the Foundation Establishment cultivator. He came to deliver the goods in person.

Behind him stood a maid holding a tray.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the recipe for the Foundation Establishment Pill you ordered." He handed the tray to He Ling. "Fellow Daoist, please feel free to check it out. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

He Ling nodded, picked up the yellowed paper from the tray, and began to read it. After all, it cost her 1.5 million low-grade spirit stones to buy it, so she really had to take a good look at it.

He Ling looked carefully and for a long time, but the old man did not show any impatience and stood respectfully by his side.

"Well, that's no problem."

"Senior, is it possible that you could use spiritual medicine as collateral?"

"Of course it's possible."