My Optimized Immortal Life

Although Chen Qing had some demand for the Ninghua Pill, he didn't absolutely need it. If the price of the Ninghua Pill exceeded his bottom line, he would definitely give up and instead try to get some lower-priced pills.

"Nine hundred and eighty yuan."

Soon after Chen Qing bid, a late-stage cultivator announced his own price, which was only thirty spirit stones more than Chen Qing's. It seemed that he was also testing Chen Qing's financial resources.

After Chen Qing called out the price of nine hundred and fifty yuan, he did not say anything else, but waited for more people to bid.

After all, it is a Ninghua Pill. For a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, one pill is enough to equal a month of hard training. It also has the effect of breaking through bottlenecks and is of great help in breaking through to the perfection of Qi Refining. It is certain that Chen Qing and the other two will not be the only ones who buy it.

Sure enough, when Changhong was about to speak, a third voice sounded on the field.

"One thousand dollars."

The voice was extremely vicissitudes, but it was powerful.

Chen Qing turned around and saw that the person who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard. Chen Qing had used the Qi-gazing technique to see his cultivation level before, and he was one of the only two Qi-refining level eight cultivators among the people present.

This level of cultivation can be considered top-level in Luo Yun Mansion, but it still poses no threat to Chen Qing.

He looked around and found that after the old man opened his mouth, some of the seventh-level cultivators who wanted to speak hesitated for a few seconds, then shut up and gave up the fight.

Changhong, who was standing on the high platform, also spoke.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Qi. Since you want the Ninghua Pill, I'll give it to you."

After saying that, he decided who would own this bottle of Ninghua Pill.

Seeing this, Chen Qing couldn't help but touch his chin, and then continued speaking.

"One thousand and three spirit stones."

When these words were spoken, even Changhong, who was standing on the high platform, was stunned. He did not expect that someone would dare to raise the price. Then he turned around and saw that it was an "acquaintance" he had just brought here today. What should he say?

At this time, Fellow Daoist Qi turned around and looked at Chen Qing who had made the bid, and then spoke.

"My fellow Daoist, you are only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. I'm afraid that taking this Ninghua Pill will cause you to have too much medicinal power."

There was a hint of surprise in his words, and he was obviously confused by Chen Qing's price increase. Then he found out that Chen Qing was a new face, so he planned to persuade him to give up.

But what he didn't expect was that Chen Qing shook his head and said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, isn't this an auction? Then the winner should be the highest bidder, right? Don't you agree, Fellow Daoist Changhong?"

As he spoke, Chen Qing also looked at Changhong.

Changhong looked confused.

Little brother, I brought you in to see the world, not to let you cheat me. When you say this, you are scolding me as well.

Originally, Changhong thought that Chen Qing was just a wandering cultivator who was now settling down in Luo Yun Mansion, so he thought of inviting him to an exchange meeting and taking out some of the collections that Chen Qing had collected over the years. However, he didn't expect that Chen Qing was actually a young and inexperienced person.

Big brother, he's at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Why are you, a fifth-level Qi Refining, joining in the fun? Do you want to be beaten to death?

Thinking of this, Changhong turned his gaze to Qingsong Sanren.

Look at what kind of guy you brought here. If you don’t want to live, then don’t take it. But don’t drag me down.

Qingsong Sanren broke out in sweat when he was looked at by Changhong. He hurriedly pulled Chen Qing and whispered.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, that fellow Daoist Qi Sheng is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Why are you, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, joining in the fun?"

When Chen Qing was pulled by Qingsong Sanren, he pretended to realize it later and sat back in surprise.

"Eighth level of Qi Refining! Fellow Daoist, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

He also asked Qingsong Sanren in a low voice.

"I just remembered that you, Daoist friend, have just arrived and are not aware of the situation of the cultivators in Luo Yun Mansion."

Qingsong Sanren just felt a headache and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows, then continued.

"Fellow Daoist Qi is the only cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining in Luo Yun Mansion besides Fellow Daoist Changhong. Fellow Daoist Xuanqing, you've just walked through the underworld."

"It's true."

Chen Qing wiped his forehead pretending to be scared, but actually he was thinking in his heart.

Even a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining has died at my hands. He was a demon cultivator known for his strong combat ability. How dare you, a casual cultivator from a small place, who has a cultivation level one level lower than his, be so arrogant?

Of course, such words can only be said in one's heart or when alone. Chen Qing does not want to make enemies with the independent cultivators in Luo Yun Mansion. It is not worthwhile and unnecessary.

The right way is to break through the seventh level of Qi Refining as soon as possible. Dealing too much with these casual cultivators is just a waste of your time.

Changhong breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Chen Qing sit down and stop bidding. He was really afraid that Chen Qing was the kind of young man who would insist on his decision. If that was the case, he would be in trouble.

Now it seems that although Xuanqing is not that smart, he still knows the rules, which makes things easier.

So Changhong said.

"Since fellow Daoists are no longer bidding, this bottle of Ninghua Pill will belong to Fellow Daoist Qi."

In this way, the final winner of the Ninghua Pill was decided.

However, Chen Qing did not care about this. Three Ninghua Pills were just a drizzle for him, not too much, not too little. It would be better for him not to be too high-profile for the time being. It would be enough as long as he left the impression of a young and naive person in the eyes of the cultivators present.

After Fellow Daoist Qi collected the Ninghua Pill, the next item was brought up. What surprised Chen Qing was that it was actually a fragment of a magic weapon.

"Fellow Daoists, this is a fragment of an unknown magical instrument that can gather spiritual energy from the surrounding area. I wonder if any Daoist would like to take it back for research?"

Changhong felt a little embarrassed when he said this.

He has auctioned this fragment of the magic weapon several times, but no one has bought it. Now if no one buys it again, he can only take it to find a weapon refiner to consider re-refining it.

After hearing about the effect of this magic weapon, Chen Qing narrowed his eyes.

Gathering spiritual energy? How far can it be gathered? What is the final effect of gathering?

After thinking about it, one can find that Changhong's words are full of traps. However, this magical weapon with special uses really piqued Chen Qing's interest.

"One hundred spirit stones, Fellow Daoist Changhong, how about that?"

Chen Qing looked at Changhong on the high platform and spoke loudly.

His words left Changhong stunned. What the hell? Little brother? Are you sure you want to buy this? No! Someone finally wants to buy this thing! Fellow Daoist Xuanqing! I misunderstood you! It turns out you are my savior!

In the blink of an eye, these thoughts flashed through Changhong's mind, which made his eyes change when he looked at Chen Qing.

When Chen Qing saw Changhong's inexplicable look, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

Hey, bro, no, what’s with that look in your eyes? ! ! !