Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Chen Fusheng slowly opened his eyes and gently exhaled a breath of stale air. After three days of recuperation, his injuries had finally stabilized.

However, he knew that this injury could not be delayed any longer, otherwise it would affect his Dao foundation. He hoped that the auction would have a miraculous medicine to heal him!

After repacking Li Shundao and Zhu Wuneng, they went out, changed their faces again on the way, and slowly walked towards the auction.

This auction was organized by the auction house under the Dao Alliance. Due to the recent war between humans and dragons in the East Sea, there is a need for all kinds of spiritual pills and spiritual weapons. Of course, there is also no shortage of various kinds of demon meat and demon hides. Prices have dropped by three to four levels.

This led to a surge of small vendors flocking into the city, making their businesses very prosperous. The Dao Alliance and major merchants of Donghai Town also took this opportunity to hold a grand trade fair, and those who participated had to be at least immortals and wealthy.

This is why Chen Fusheng was able to obtain the token. Without money and status, he wouldn't have been able to participate, or even know that such an auction existed.

Soon they arrived at the auction house. Chen Fusheng took out his token and entered smoothly. He was then led to a private room.

He carefully probed with his divine sense and found that the first floor should be the public area. There were 29 other people like him in the private rooms on the second floor, and there were five more VIP rooms on the third floor. It seemed that the competition was quite fierce!

Chen Fusheng was a little worried about whether his wallet was strong enough.

He quietly withdrew his divine sense, because there were restrictions outside the private room, and he wasn't sure who was sitting inside. He could only wait and see what happened.

當~

when--

when--

"It's starting," Chen Fusheng said, glancing down at the sky.

There stood a woman with beautiful black hair, an oval face, and bright red lips. She was dressed in a leather jacket and had a shapely bottom. Even by Chen Fusheng's standards from his previous life, he would have praised her as an absolute beauty. Moreover, she was not the result of plastic surgery or Photoshop; she was a rare sight, perhaps only seen once in three thousand years.

"Greetings, seniors and fellow Daoists. I am today's auctioneer, Liulian."

Without further ado, let's present our first treasure.

Chen Fusheng was momentarily stunned by the woman's passionate lingering affection. He had originally thought that the beautiful woman would introduce herself more, create a lively atmosphere, and then have one or two people cheering her on, which would surely boost the prices of each item by one or two levels.

I never expected this!

"The Fire Feather Sword is a top-grade mortal weapon, crafted by the weapon refiner Master Jiang Li. Master Jiang Li is a near-master weapon refiner, and the Fire Feather Sword may be his last mortal weapon. Moreover, it can be said to be the best among top-grade mortal weapons, comparable to a post-natal spiritual treasure."

The starting price is 100,000 spirit stones, with each bid no less than 1,000 spirit stones. Fellow cultivators, please place your bids.

"One in ten thousand"

"One hundred and five thousand"

……

I'll offer 160,000.

……

"Forty-five thousand, which fellow Daoist would like to make another bid?"

He glanced around for a moment, then continued, "451,000 once."

Four hundred and fifty thousand twice.

Four hundred and fifty-one thousand three times.

Bang~ Bang~

"Congratulations to this fellow Daoist for obtaining the Fire Feather Sword. Now, please welcome our second treasure."

Chen Fusheng looked at the top-grade mortal-level spiritual artifact, which had actually sold for 450,000. He had underestimated the prices of items at the auction. The average price of a top-grade mortal-level artifact on the market was usually around 300,000, but here it had increased by half.

Moreover, glancing at Liulian below the stage, he underestimated this woman named Liulian. She deliberately dressed provocatively, yet her tone was extremely cold. This contrast only made the competitors more frantic, as could be seen from the men below who were already red-eyed.

……

"The Thousand-Year Spirit-Concentrating Grass grows in the area where Yin and Yang meet, and it is extremely difficult for it to survive. It has an extraordinary effect on restoring and increasing the primordial spirit, and it is also the main ingredient of the Three-Turn Spirit-Melting Pill."

"The starting price is one hundred low-grade immortal stones, and each bid must be at least ten stones. Fellow Daoists, please place your bids." Liu Lian raised her voice slightly at this moment, and glanced confidently upstairs. She believed that this treasure would definitely fetch an astronomical price.

The items in front were mostly ordinary, and most of them were snapped up in the public area. So far, only one item in the private room on the second floor has been sold, which made her extremely dissatisfied. You have to know that she had worked very hard to become the auctioneer for this event. Relying solely on the public area wouldn't bring in much money, nor would it prove her worth. Only by getting the people upstairs to make a purchase could she truly make money.

Chen Fusheng also stood up in surprise. He didn't know much about pills, but this Concentrating Spirit Grass was indeed a rare treasure. Even if he couldn't refine it into a Fusion Pill, he could probably recover from most of his injuries by swallowing it alone. Therefore, he was determined to get this Concentrating Spirit Grass!

One hundred and ten yuan

One hundred and twenty yuan

Five hundred yuan

Chen Fusheng glanced at him and saw that he was a middle-aged man from the public area. Judging from his expression, he probably wanted to offer a high price to scare everyone away.

He shook his head, glanced at the private rooms on the same floor, and then looked up. The real bidding had only just begun.

"One thousand yuan"

A young voice rang out, causing an uproar in the public area. Everyone looked towards the far left of the second floor. Chen Fusheng also looked over and saw a young man with a somewhat effeminate appearance walk out of the private room. He first bowed to Liu Lian.

"Liu An greets Fairy Liulian and fellow Daoists. I, Wanli, would like to take this Mind-Concentrating Grass. I hope you fellow Daoists can give me, Liu An, some face. I would be extremely grateful," Liu An said, clasping his hands in a very magnanimous gesture.

It wasn't until Chen Fusheng heard the name Wanli that he understood why Liu An was so arrogant. It turned out that he had the backing of the Wanli Chamber of Commerce. He had heard Tianxing mention it once. It was a large chamber of commerce comparable to Lingbao Pavilion. However, in the last hundred years, Lingbao Pavilion had surpassed it because of the sale of Erguotou and Wuliangye.

However, Chen Fusheng didn't care about profit or not at the moment; saving his life was the priority. Anyway, he was just a small account now, so he would buy and leave. As for Liu An, who was at the late stage of the Celestial Immortal realm and kept talking about profit, he was probably just a rich second-generation or a powerful second-generation, and he didn't take him seriously.

He glanced around and was still hesitating. It was a good opportunity to put pressure on him and maybe he could get a good deal.

Before Chen Fusheng could speak, Liu Lian spoke up, "Fellow Daoist Liu An, this is the Dao Alliance Auction, not your Wanli. Please return to your original position and do not disrupt the auction order, or I will ask you to leave."

Liu An smiled and apologized. Since the goal had been achieved, it wouldn't be good to offend Wanli too much. He believed that no one would choose to be an enemy of Wanli. He slowly returned to the private room and waited for the arrival of the Mind-Concentrating Grass.

Liu Lian glared at Liu An's private room, then looked upstairs with some worry. If no one else made a bid, she was in big trouble. Although a thousand immortal stones were worth the Concentration Grass, that was why she couldn't do anything to Liu An.

However, the Mind-Concentrating Grass is no ordinary immortal herb, and it's being auctioned off. If Liu An succeeds, I can forget about auctioning it again.

"Fairy Lingering, there shouldn't be anyone taking pictures anymore, and the time you've been stopping is..."

Hearing Liu An's irritating voice, Liu Lian gritted his teeth and said, "Mind-Concentrating Grass, one thousand low-grade immortal stones. Is there any other fellow Daoist who would like to bid?"

He looked around and saw nothing, feeling disappointed and his voice was a little low, but he still bravely continued, "One thousand low-grade immortal stones per time."

One thousand low-grade immortal stones twice.

One thousand..."

Chen Fusheng looked at Liulian, whose eyes were glistening with tears, and stood firmly in place. He sighed, thinking that he was going to buy them anyway, so it wasn't really helping her. His voice became hoarse as he said, "Fifteen hundred."

Liu Lian paused for a moment, then immediately looked up at Chen Fusheng's private room and asked uncertainly, "Fellow Daoist, are you bidding 1,500 low-grade immortal stones?"

Chen Fusheng smiled. "What? Afraid that this old Taoist priest can't afford it?"

Liu Lian blushed instantly, realizing what she had just said. She quickly said, "Fellow Daoist, I didn't mean that. Fifteen hundred coins. Is there any other fellow Daoist making a bid?"

The public area erupted in discussion. At this moment, Liu An, inside the private room, glared at Chen Fusheng's room and said coldly, "One thousand six hundred coins."

Fellow Daoist, sometimes the fear is having the money to buy things but not having the life to enjoy them.

"Liu An~"

Seeing that Liu Lian was about to turn hostile, Liu An gave a sinister smile. "Fairy Liu Lian, I was just joking with this fellow Daoist. Don't take it seriously."

At this point, Chen Fusheng finally learned Liu An's identity from the crowd. His father was a True Immortal Elder of Wanli, who held a certain status and often used Wanli's name to engage in forced buying and selling.

Chen Fusheng sneered, slightly loosening his aura, "Seventeen hundred coins, little brat, joking with an old man like me. Let your father come instead. If you want to buy them, then buy them. A perfectly good man insists on doing the work of a gossipy woman. Humph, tiger father, dog son."

Liu An clenched his fists, his face pale. Ever since Chen Fusheng revealed his true immortal aura, he knew he had lost. This person was at the same level as his father, and was not someone he could even mess with. However, this old Taoist was really hateful. He glared at Chen Fusheng's private room and left the auction with a face full of anger but no words.

He glanced at Chen Fusheng's private room with admiration and longing, then asked around excitedly, "Seventeen hundred low-grade immortal stones, is there any other fellow Daoist making a bid?"

One thousand seven hundred at a time.

Seventeen hundred pieces, twice.

Seventeen hundred in three attempts.

Bang~ Bang~

With a final, reluctant "Deal!", Chen Fusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Mind-Concentrating Grass was his!