I traveled through time and space to become an immortal, but I died at the beginning

Shen Ci withdrew his hand, and the people below looked at Shen Ci on the stage. A masked monk in black said in horror.

"Jindan cultivator, this is the pressure of a Jindan cultivator."

Another masked nun beside him said.

"That's right, the pressure suppressed a group of foundation-building cultivators, and they are probably powerful cultivators in the Jindan stage."

A young man from Jueming Valley dressed in purple complained to the woman beside him.

"Humph, these stupid dogs, can't they recognize Uncle Shen Ci above? Don't they know that he has a bad temper? They are yelling and making us feel oppressed by his energy. Junior sister, don't you agree?"

The woman next to him was also wearing a purple robe, with her long black hair hanging down her back. She had a cold and beautiful face, and she was a beautiful sight just sitting there.

He glanced around and replied in a cold voice, "Brother Rufeng, there are many outsiders here, so please be careful with your words."

The young man didn't care, looked around and said proudly.

"Junior Sister Lingxi, you're worrying too much. This is the headquarters of Juemingfang, our Jueming Valley's territory. Who dares to attack us?"

The woman was Leng Lingxi. Two years had passed, and she had become more and more graceful, but her cold temperament had also become more intense.

Leng Lingxi glanced at this senior brother and said no more.

In the back seat of Leng Lingxi and Xing Rufeng, two masked men in black looked at Xing Rufeng in front, glanced at each other, and smiled at each other.

Xuan Kun in the private room on the second floor watched the scene just now and raised his hand to suppress a group of foundation-building cultivators. This old man should be at the middle stage of the Jindan stage.

"The managers of Juemingfang are all in the middle stage of Jindan, so it seems that the owner of this place is very likely in the Yuanying stage."

Jueming Valley really takes it seriously and has sent a Nascent Soul cultivator to serve as the head of Jueming Square.

Xuan Kun’s guess was indeed correct. Spiritual consciousness cannot be used at will.

On the auction table, Shen Ci took the jade box from the girl serving the tray and opened it for the people below to see.

In the private room on the second floor, Xuan Kun recognized the item in Shen Ci's hand at a glance.

He was also surprised and said, "It really is a big place, they even have Qingling fruit."

In the jade box was a cherry-sized fruit emitting a green glow.

Shen Ci also introduced it.

"This fruit is called the Qingling Fruit. It has a single root and a single fruit. It takes a hundred years to grow, a hundred years to bear fruit, and a hundred years to mature. It only produces one fruit in three hundred years, and then the fruit falls and the seedling dies. Eating this fruit can improve a cultivator's inborn qualities, which means it can increase your cultivation speed and your chances of breaking through. The starting price is thirty thousand low-grade spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than one thousand low-grade spirit stones. Barter is also possible. You may begin bidding."

As Shen Ci's deep and powerful words fell, the cultivators under the auction table became restless, and even the Jindan cultivators in the elegant room on the second floor became restless.

This is a spiritual fruit that can improve one's aptitude. Improving one's aptitude means improving one's spiritual roots.

Many cultivators have poor spiritual roots and their cultivation speed is slow, while many cultivators are trapped in one realm and cannot break through for a long time.

Everyone was eager and greedy for the Qingling Fruit.

"Forty thousand low-grade spirit stones"

Below, an old man in gray clothes shouted hoarsely. He had been stuck at the peak of the late foundation building stage for too long and was extremely eager to obtain this Qingling Fruit. Even if there was only a slight chance, the old man wanted to try.

As the gray-robed old man spoke first, powerful cultivators also spoke one after another.

"Forty-one thousand low-grade spirit stones"

"Forty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones"

"Forty-five thousand low-grade spirit stones"

"Forty-six thousand low-grade spirit stones"

"Forty thousand low-grade spirit stones, five bottles of spirit-cultivating pills, and a high-level magical flying sword."

"Fifty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones plus one top-level magic weapon and two high-level magic weapons."

Listening to other people's quotes, the gray-robed old man shouted out all the spirit stones and magic tools he could afford. As a casual cultivator, these were all he had.

The auction hall was silent.

Many foundation-building monks looked in the direction of the old man, shook their heads and sighed.

"Even the top-level magic weapon has been taken out, but you don't need it yourself?"

"Who knows, maybe the temptation of Qingling Fruit is too great?"

"Can't it be that they are rich and powerful?"

Several monks sitting together were talking.

There were many more cultivators who did not participate in the auction of Qingling Fruit, but most of them were financially insufficient, or did not need it, and were very confident in their spiritual roots.

Xing Rufeng looked in the direction of the old man and said to Leng Lingxi.

"Junior Sister Lingxi, you said that old man still has spirit stones. Should I fight him again?"

Leng Lingxi looked at the Qingling Fruit on the high platform and replied in a cold voice.

"Although Qingling Fruit is rare, I advise you to forget it. The Jindan cultivators on the second floor haven't bid yet."

Leng Lingxi herself has a mutated ice spirit root and does not need the Qingling Fruit.

But Xing Rufeng was different. He was very dissatisfied with his own gold and earth spiritual roots. He was still in the middle stage of foundation building after practicing for twenty-five years. He was very dissatisfied with his own practice speed, and therefore could not resist the temptation of Qingling Fruit at all.

Little did they know that the twenty-five years of the middle stage of foundation building was really quite fast.

At the same time, it was precisely because of his strength of being in the middle stage of foundation building at the age of 25 and having the support of Jueming Valley that he was so arrogant.

After hearing Leng Lingxi's words, Xing Rufeng looked at the private room on the second floor, nodded, and regained some of his rationality.

He sighed and said, "Alas, Junior Sister is absolutely right. I'm afraid that Jindan is more needed than us."

Looking at the people bidding below, Xuan Kun suddenly noticed that the person sitting next to the purple-robed young monk who was bidding was actually Leng Lingxi.

Xuan Kun laughed twice and thought to himself.

"It's really fate that we can meet here."

On the auction table, Shen Ci looked in the direction of the gray-robed old man and then at the monks around him.

He said loudly, "Fifty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones, plus a top-level magic weapon and two high-level magic weapons. Do you have any more? Anyone else wants to increase the price?"

There was silence below, and no monk raised the price.

A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building whispered, "It seems that this Qingling Fruit belongs to that old man."

Even the old man in gray looked around and then looked at Shen Ci, thinking with a smile, "It seems that I can fight again before my life is almost over."

Shen Ci glanced at the people below, then turned his gaze towards the private rooms on the second floor.

"Fifty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones plus one top-level magic weapon and two high-level magic weapons at once."

"Fifty-two thousand low-grade spirit stones plus one top-tier magical weapon and two high-level ones..."

When the second time was about to end, an elegant male voice sounded in the private room.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones"

Upon hearing the price of 100,000 low-grade spirit stones, the gray-clothed old man below looked ashen. He had thought that since no one had bid for so long, the cultivators on the second floor did not need the fruit.

I didn’t expect that the number would be one hundred thousand in one call.

At this moment, the Jindan cultivator in another private room also bid.

"My fellow Daoists, I am Yanxia, ​​could you please give me this fruit?"

Listening to the voice, one feels like an extremely seductive woman.

"Haha, it turns out to be Fairy Yanxia. Then I will give you this honor."

"Since it's Fairy Yanxia, ​​I won't fight with her."

"Fairy Yanxia, ​​please go ahead."

Even the monk with the elegant voice who had initially bid 100,000 low-grade spirit stones said this.

"Oh, since the fairy needs it, I will let you do it."

The woman known as the Fairy of Smoke and Mist spoke again.

"Thank you all my fellow Taoists. Elder Shen Ci, I offer you one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Shen Ci nodded with a forced smile and spoke directly.

"make a deal".