PFC Chapter 88 Immortal Spirit City Auction 3
Chapter 88 Immortal Spirit City Auction 3
The auctioneer presented a brocade box that emitted a faint blue light, with delicate lightning patterns embroidered on the lid, and faint arcs of electricity flickering within it.
Slowly opening the brocade box, inside was a fist-sized Thunder Source Divine Pearl. The surface of the pearl crackled with electricity, as if it were brimming with endless thunderous power. The air in the entire venue seemed to be ionized, carrying a slight tingling sensation.
"This Thunder Source Divine Pearl was formed deep within the ancient Thunder Pool after undergoing a thousand-year tribulation of lightning. For those who cultivate lightning-based techniques, it is an unparalleled aid in breaking through bottlenecks and advancing their realm. Furthermore, it can be integrated into magical treasures to exponentially increase their power. Starting bid: 600,000 spirit stones!"
A rogue cultivator with a full beard and lightning elemental powers widened his eyes instantly and shouted, "Seven hundred thousand spirit stones! I have been studying the path of lightning for decades, and this bead will surely help me achieve the Thunder Tribulation Body!"
"Seven hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" An elder of the sect, dressed in a purple robe with electric patterns, stroked his beard. "Our sect's lightning-based techniques have been passed down for a long time. With this divine pearl, we can ensure the prosperity of our sect's lightning magic."
A young cultivator with a lightning spiritual root beside him said eagerly, "Eight hundred thousand spirit stones! I have just entered the path of lightning. If I obtain this pearl, I will surely rise rapidly and be no weaker than those geniuses of the path of lightning!"
Xu Xiaoxiao shrank her neck: "This lightning bead looks terrifying, Second Senior Brother, will it strike someone?"
Mu Zhusheng smiled and said, "If it is not controlled properly, there is indeed such a risk, but for Lei Xiu, this temptation is hard to resist." Jiang Jingzhi's puppet also stared intently at the Thunder Source Divine Pearl, as if it could feel its powerful force.
At this moment, a cold voice came: "One million spirit stones! I am the young master of the Thundercloud Palace. I am determined to obtain this Thunder Source Divine Pearl. Do not make a mistake for yourselves."
Upon hearing this, the rogue cultivator's face showed resentment: "One million one hundred thousand spirit stones! All I've ever sought in my life is the peak of the Thunder Dao, how can I give up!"
The sect elder sneered, "One million two hundred thousand spirit stones! Our sect has a deep foundation, why would we fear your Thundercloud Palace!"
As the debate raged on, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky outside the venue, followed by a deafening roar that caused the entire venue to tremble slightly.
As everyone was astonished, a mysterious figure surrounded by lightning appeared at the entrance of the venue. He walked slowly step by step, each step accompanied by flashes of lightning. He said coldly, "One million five hundred thousand spirit stones. This bead is destined to be mine."
His appearance instantly froze the atmosphere in the hall. The young master of Leixiao Palace roared, "Who are you? How dare you try to snatch what my Leixiao Palace has its eye on!" The mysterious man ignored him completely, simply looking at the Thunder Source Divine Pearl on the stage.
Seeing this, the auctioneer nervously swallowed and said, "One million five hundred thousand spirit stones once, one million five hundred thousand spirit stones twice..." Just as the gavel was about to fall, the young master of Thundercloud Palace shouted, "One million six hundred thousand spirit stones!"
The mysterious man raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing even brighter: "Two million spirit stones." This time, the young palace master hesitated. He gritted his teeth and finally slowly lowered his hand.
"Two million spirit stones once, two million spirit stones twice, two million spirit stones three times! Sold! The Thunder Source Divine Pearl belongs to this mysterious distinguished guest!" The auctioneer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, relieved that the bidding had finally come to an end, while everyone speculated about the origin of this mysterious person, and the auction continued in this tense and exciting atmosphere.
Another auctioneer, dressed in green, gracefully walked onto the stage, holding an antique incense burner that emitted a faint glow.
The incense burner appears to be cast in bronze, with numerous ancient runes engraved on its surface. These runes seem to have a life of their own, slowly moving across the burner's walls and faintly emanating a mysterious aura. As the lid is slightly ajar, wisps of white smoke rise gently, instantly filling the entire venue with a strange fragrance that seems to penetrate directly into the heart, invigorating the spirit and making one feel as if they are in a celestial paradise.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Spiritual Incense Burner, a personal item of an ancient powerful being. It not only purifies spiritual energy, making cultivation twice as effective, but also helps calm the mind and stabilize the Dao heart when one's mental state is unstable. Even more miraculously, burning special spiritual herbs within it allows one to connect with heaven and earth, gaining a trace of spiritual energy that provides immeasurable assistance in breaking through realms. Starting bid: 700,000 spirit stones!"
A white-haired female cultivator spoke first, her eyes filled with eagerness: "Eight hundred thousand spirit stones! I have been cultivating for many years, but I have always been troubled by the problem of my state of mind. This incense burner may be the key to my breakthrough."
"Nine hundred thousand spirit stones!" A rough male voice followed, and the speaker was a burly man. "Although I don't understand those fancy things, I know this thing must be a treasure. I'll take it back for the brothers in our village. Maybe a few powerful figures will emerge from it."
"Nine hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones!" A young man in a brocade robe said elegantly, waving a folding fan in his hand. "I have a fondness for collecting rare treasures. This Spirit Charm Ancient Incense Burner is exquisitely designed and has such miraculous effects. I must add it to my collection."
Xu Xiaoxiao leaned closer to Mu Zhusheng and whispered, "Second Senior Brother, this incense burner is so magical. It seems to really make people feel better."
Mu Zhusheng nodded slightly: "Such a treasure is indeed rare. If it can be used properly, it will be like a divine aid to cultivators." Jiang Jingzhi's puppet was also attracted by the incense burner, and his eyes showed a hint of curiosity.
At this moment, a middle-aged female cultivator with a cold face raised the price: "Nine hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones! Our sect is currently selecting a treasure to be the sect's most prized possession, and this Spirit Charm Ancient Incense Burner is more than qualified in terms of both efficacy and cultural heritage."
As soon as the female cultivator finished speaking, an old man slowly said, "One million spirit stones! I have been obsessed with the study of ancient treasures all my life. The runes on this incense burner seem to contain ancient secrets. I must buy it and study it carefully."
The young man in the brocade robe frowned, then shouted defiantly, "One million and fifty thousand spirit stones! I have never failed to acquire a treasure with a price I've offered."
Just as everyone was fiercely bidding, an ethereal voice echoed in the hall: "Two million spirit stones! This furnace has a predestined connection with me from a past life, and I hope you will all grant my request."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a female cultivator dressed in a plain white robe, with an ethereal air, standing there quietly. She exuded a faint spiritual aura, like a fairy who did not partake in worldly affairs.
The burly man scratched his head and muttered, "Two million spirit stones? I don't have that much money. I can't compete for this treasure."
The white-haired female cultivator hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Two million one hundred thousand spirit stones! I can't give up this opportunity to break through my mental cultivation level."
After a moment of contemplation, the middle-aged female cultivator also raised the price, saying, "Two million two hundred thousand spirit stones! For the sake of the sect, I must fight for it again."
At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue became increasingly tense, with everyone's eyes darting back and forth between the incense burner and the bidders, all eagerly awaiting the final result of the bidding.
The female cultivator, dressed in a plain white robe and possessing an ethereal air, frowned slightly and said softly, "Three million spirit stones."
The auctioneer, seeing no one bidding, announced, "Three million spirit stones once, three million spirit stones twice, three million spirit stones three times, sold! The Spirit Charm Ancient Incense Burner belongs to this fairy."