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Chapter 139: The Grand Auction
Chapter 139: The Grand Auction
Several days later.
In the Purple Kite Immortal City, there lay the Drunk Moon Pool, a second-tier spirit cave with a spiritual pond. The pool was adorned with an abundance of drunk moon lotuses, each blooming with a radiant moonlight and exuding a fragrant aroma of wine. It was indeed a delightful spectacle.
Amidst the fragrant lotus pads, within the pill refining chamber, Fang Xing's main body had long returned to the main universe, having completed his temporary assignment. However, his cultivator clone remained, gazing at the Myriad Transformation Cauldron with a joyful expression. "As expected... With the advancement to the Foundation Establishment stage and the acquisition of spiritual sense, learning any cultivation technique will be like a tiger with added wings."
He slapped the cauldron and commanded, "Open!"
The cauldron opened, revealing numerous pills.
"First-tier high-grade pills—Feiyun Pills, nine pills from a single furnace, and three of them are exquisite..."
Fang Xing examined the pills, which bore cloud patterns. "Although I achieved this pill formation rate with the help of the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, I could still be considered a first-tier high-grade pill refiner, right?"
"If I really put my heart and soul into it, refining second-tier low-grade pills wouldn't be impossible. As long as I can barely condense the pills, even if the pill's toxicity exceeds the standard, I can salvage it later..."
"Perhaps... I could refine some pills suitable for early Foundation Establishment cultivators?"
Fang Xing, of course, wouldn't consume these barely passable pills himself, but he could sell or exchange them for pills more suitable for his own advancement in cultivation. With the help of the Myriad Transformation Cauldron, he could transform them into impeccable products!
With this thought, his mood improved significantly, and he stepped out into the outer world to admire the pool filled with drunk lotuses.
"Min and his companions are quite considerate. I only mentioned it once, and they arranged this second-tier cave abode for me. Not only is the scenery picturesque, but the spiritual energy here is at least second-tier high-grade."
Fang Xing recalled his previous conversation with Min and his group, where he had clearly expressed his intention to not establish a faction and only sought to rent a second-tier cave abode.
After hearing this, Min had recommended this place, and it indeed exceeded his expectations. However, he hadn't seen Purple Kite for some time and wondered if the fake pill immortal had been occupied with other matters.
As he pondered, a sound-transmitting talisman flew towards him.
Fang Xing held up the cave abode token, and after releasing the restrictions, a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator flew in, riding a magical artifact.
"Junior Zheng Qian, pays respect to Senior!"
The cultivator, Zheng Qian, had a handsome face and a friendly smile.
"Zheng Qian? A good name... Are you from the City Lord's Mansion?"
Fang Xing sat on the railing, casually grabbing a handful of fish food and scattering it into the Drunk Moon Pool.
Purple and green carp rushed forward, competing for the food. Their iridescent backs gathered together, shimmering in the sunlight like a colorful tide, creating a stunning spectacle.
"Yes... I was sent by Elder Min to deliver an invitation to Senior."
Zheng Qian held out an invitation with both hands.
"Oh? An invitation to the grand auction?"
Fang Xing took the invitation and nodded. "Of course, I wouldn't miss this..."
He flipped through the invitation and found an explanation on the back, describing the auction's final highlights.
"Is there a Foundation Pill among the ultimate highlights of this auction?" Fang Xing asked casually.
"The materials for the Foundation Pill are hard to come by... The City Lord's Mansion occasionally obtains a furnace, mostly for our own use. This year, we don't have any spares..." Zheng Qian explained, with a hidden thought,
'With the three masters in our city who could refine Foundation Pills, we now have one less.'
And this was all because of the senior cultivator sitting across from him.
Thus, he was even more humble and courteous, leaving no room for fault: "If Senior graces us with your presence, it will truly be our honor... We have already prepared a private room for Senior."
"Hmm, you're very thoughtful."
High-level cultivators enjoyed such privileges, and Fang Xing casually hummed in agreement. As he glanced at the highlighted items, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"There's even a second-tier low-grade flying sword... Perhaps it's specially prepared for me?"
The descriptions of such auction items were usually provided to heavyweight cultivators participating in the trade fair, another form of privilege that allowed them to prepare spirit stones and sell them at a high price.
Fang Xing's eyes brightened as he saw a second-tier flying sword. "The sword is named 'Wind and Snow,' and its blade emits a chilly light. It's forged from a thousand-refined dark iron and a thousand-year-old profound ice... It will do for now."
Zheng Qian looked away, pretending not to have heard.
Suddenly, Fang Xing's expression changed as he flipped to the last page.
"This Foundation Establishment spiritual object?"
The final highlight of the auction was a stream of evil energy!
"Minor Yin Evil Energy?"
The invitation included images and explanations, providing a clear understanding of the spiritual object.
"Indeed," Zheng Qian explained. "This stream of evil energy has a cold and yin nature, suitable for cultivators practicing yin-attributed techniques. Water and wood attributes can barely utilize it, but it's best suited for female cultivators..."
"I understand," Fang Xing waved his hand, dismissing Zheng Qian. After he left, Fang Xing looked at the annotation about the stream of evil energy, and a smile appeared on his face, growing wider as he continued reading: "Haha... It could be said that good things come without effort."
Minor Yin Evil Energy!
In the main universe, it had another name.
"A method to refine the condensation of the special universal breath to thicken the foundation pill, requiring compatibility with martial arts and the foundation pill."
"The most suitable foundation pill for the Dragon and Tiger Pill is the universal yin and yang breath... This universal yin breath... is the Minor Yin Evil Energy!"
"As for the universal yang breath... in the cultivation world, it should be a special type of vigorous breath called the Sun True Vigor!"
"If I can obtain these two special types of vigorous and evil breaths, when condensing the Dragon and Tiger Pill, I can use the technique of refining vigor with evil to absorb it into the foundation pill, greatly increasing the foundation and depth... Combined with the Dragon and Elephant Vajra Unbreakable Divine Ability, when the vajra realm cultivates the Nine Revolutions Golden Body and proves the 'Great Vajra Realm,' there will be no problems!"
Fang Xing took inventory of his assets and found that acquiring this stream of evil energy would be a breeze.
"Along the way, he had been frugal and didn't need much in the way of spirit stones. Now, he had accumulated over fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones in his storage bag."
"Even with the markup at the auction, a Foundation Establishment spiritual object would only cost around ten thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"Even if it's more expensive, could it be more valuable than a Foundation Pill?"
"An authentic Foundation Pill, if put up for auction, would probably require three million low-grade spirit stones to secure..."
...
Three days later.
At the auction venue.
The place was packed with people, as it was the annual grand auction of the Purple Kite Immortal City.
Countless late-stage Qi Refining cultivators had gathered from all directions, each hoping for a chance to defy the heavens and change their fate.
Fang Xing, clad in a silver robe, descended from the sky, his hands clasped behind his back.
"He's actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"
"Such a young appearance, I wonder which sect's Foundation Establishment elder or direct disciple he is?"
The Qi Refining cultivators hastily made way, some even offering respectful greetings.
In the crowd, two Qi Refining cultivators looked at Fang Xing with extremely complex expressions.
"It's him?!""
The Wan Shou Sect's Lian surname cultivator was filled with shock. "It's only been a few years since we last met, and he's already reached this level of cultivation? Even I, as a direct disciple of the sect, am still waiting for a Foundation Pill...""
His junior, who had already broken through to the late Qi Refining stage, felt that compared to Fang Xing, his life was as good as a dog's. "Foundation Establishment... It seems that this person does have some opportunities. Perhaps our Master made a mistake in stopping us last time...""
They were sharp-eyed and naturally guessed that Fang Xing must have had some kind of opportunity to reach his current state!
Whether it was a second-tier demon pill, a plethora of rare materials, or a large number of spirit stones, he must have used some means to deceive them back then.
If they had discovered this at the time, perhaps the Foundation Establishment cultivator before them would be... Senior Brother Lian!
"Damn that Shi Wanwan! How despicable!" Senior Brother Lian cursed inwardly, even directing his hatred towards his own senior.
It was as if he believed that if Shi Wanwan had allowed him to act back then, he would have succeeded and smoothly advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage...
'These two Wan Shou Sect cultivators... seem to be jealous of me?'
Unbeknownst to them, Fang Xing's powerful spiritual sense allowed him to perceive their complex emotions from a distance: 'If not for Shi Wanwan and the others intervening last time, they would have dared to make a move on me. They truly have no regard for their lives...'
However, it was not appropriate to kill them directly in the Immortal City.
A cold smile crossed his lips as he walked into the auction venue, where he was promptly ushered into a VIP box on the second floor by the welcoming staff.
From this vantage point, he had a clear view of everything on the auction stage.
Not long after, the door opened again, and Min and his group entered. "Brother Fang... Where is your elder?"
"My elder enjoys traveling far and wide, and I'm not sure where he has gone."
Fang Xing lied with a straight face.
"I see, that's a shame."
Min forced a smile. "Brother Fang, would you mind if I took a seat?"
"Please, go ahead."
Perhaps it was his imagination, but Fang Xing felt that Min was trying to get closer to him.
"Brother Min..."
After taking a sip of the Qian Yan Jing Xiu spirit tea, Fang Xing spoke, "Is the Purple Kite Immortal City really lacking in personnel?"
Min was taken aback, then let out a bitter laugh. "Brother Fang is truly straightforward. In that case, I'll be frank as well... Currently, the Zheng Kingdom is dominated by the Wan Shou Sect, while the other two sects are merely maintaining their own territories, lacking in ambition..."
It was only natural that the Qing Xuan Sect and the Hei Tian Temple would struggle to hold onto their own after losing their Core Formation cultivators.
If the Wan Shou Sect didn't annihilate these two sects, they would quickly erode the remaining neutral forces in the Zheng Kingdom.
And the Purple Kite Immortal City was the biggest prize!
"It seems the Immortal City is reluctant to side with the Wan Shou Sect?" Fang Xing's eyes narrowed.
"My Purple Kite Immortal City has always maintained strict neutrality... Moreover, the Purple Kite Immortal has never held a favorable view of the Wan Shou Sect..." Min communicated via divine sense, his tone cautious.
'Unfavorable view? Do they have a grudge?'
'Could the Wan Shou Sect be the hidden hand that caused the Purple Kite Immortal's cultivation to be cut off?'
'No wonder she doesn't dare to show herself... Perhaps she's afraid that if she appears, the Wan Shou Sect will seize the opportunity to strike?'
'Given the current situation in the Zheng Kingdom, if the Wan Shou Sect were to truly tear off their facade and kill the fake pill immortal, then annex the Purple Kite Immortal City, the Qing Xuan Sect and the Hei Tian Temple would be furious but dare not speak out.'
Fang Xing's heart stirred: 'What a pity for this place with its spiritual veins... It seems I'll have to move sooner rather than later.'
After stabilizing his Foundation Establishment cultivation with the help of the Drunk Moon Pool, he could consider relocating and even joining another major power.
Unfortunately, the Purple Kite Immortal City was completely out of the question.
(End of Chapter)
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