"The pure Yuanling that has not yet given birth to consciousness on the third-order Phoenix Feather Leaf can increase the chance of forming an elixir by 10% after taking it. I don't need to tell you the specific effect!"
He placed the crystal bottle on the table and used a projection technique to magnify the shadow into the air. Everyone could see it clearly. Tong Yunguang said loudly:
"As long as you are interested in the golden elixir, you must not miss this treasure. The base price is five hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than ten middle-grade spiritual stones!"
Things that are born with no soul, whether it is plants or minerals, no matter how high the level is, it is difficult to produce a soul. Basically, you have to wait until the fourth level to have the slightest chance.
But some extremely special things of this kind will produce Yuanling at the second or third level due to chance.
If Yuan Ling has not awakened himself, it is similar to the power of pure soul. Taking it when forming a pill can greatly enhance the practitioner's soul and increase the chance of forming a pill by 10%.
It is much more difficult to promote the golden elixir than to build the foundation. There are no spiritual objects like the foundation-building elixir that can greatly increase the chance of forming a core. Any spiritual object that can increase the chance of forming a core by one point is extremely precious.
After traveling in the world of cultivation for so many years, Xu Wen had many wonderful encounters with the help of the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique. However, the only spiritual objects that could increase the chance of forming an elixir were the innate Qing Qi and the Scorpion Demon Inner elixir.
Phoenix feather leaves are the leaves of the fourth-order Phoenix feather tree of the Bazhou Mountain sect. It combines the splendor of heaven and earth into one body, so that it is possible to have such a good fortune and produce a clear and pure soul on a Phoenix feather leaf.
Bazhou Mountain did not reward its disciples, but put this Ming Jing Yuan Ling up for auction, which was indeed a generous act.
For any foundation-building monk, this is an irresistible temptation. Everyone present can't help but feel excited.
However, the price is really high.
Three-priced treasures are no longer priced in low-grade spiritual stones, but in medium-grade spiritual stones.
The spiritual energy contained in one medium-grade spiritual stone is probably equivalent to one hundred low-grade spiritual stones. When actually exchanged, it can be exchanged for about one hundred and ten effects.
Five hundred mid-grade spiritual stones are already worth at least fifty thousand spiritual stones, which is just a low price.
"Seven hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!"
A somewhat old-looking Ji Ji did his part. He made the first quotation and added two hundred middle-grade spiritual stones, which was equivalent to twenty thousand low-grade spiritual stones.
He has completed the foundation building process, and he has probably hit the golden egg once.
Judging from his age, he still has at most one chance to attack the golden elixir. If he cannot find the elixir-forming spiritual object within the past two years, he will definitely have to watch himself die.
This pure Yuanling is almost something he must fight for.
"one thousand!"
A cold voice suddenly came from the box above, making everyone's hearts tremble.
One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones, most foundation-building monks would never have that much savings in their lifetime.
It's not that I can't earn it, but my daily expenses are too high, and it's impossible to keep so many spiritual stones on my body.
And to be able to sit in the box, the identity of the other person is obviously unusual. He must be a descendant of a sect, a cultivator family, a large chamber of commerce, or a Nascent Soul.
Ordinary foundation-building monks, even if they have so much money, may not dare to confront him.
"One thousand and one!"
A trace of struggle flashed on the old Zhuji's face, but he still gritted his teeth and increased the price.
"snort!"
A cold snort came from the box above, and the voice said coldly:
"Don't brag, do you have so many spiritual stones?"
You cannot bid casually in an auction, there must be a qualification process.
Otherwise, if a pauper screams the price to the sky and is unable to pay back afterwards, even if he is killed afterwards, the auction will become a joke.
"I am Shang Jianyao, the head of the Shangjiabao family. I mortgaged Shangjiabao. There is a miniature second-order high-grade spiritual vein and a second-price high-grade magic circle. Isn't it worth 1,100 mid-grade spiritual stones?"
The old man's face flashed with green energy and he said coldly.
"Lao Shang, are you sure that Shangjiabao is your life's work?"
Tong Yunguang, who was hosting the auction above, knew Shang Jianyao and couldn't help but dissuade him after hearing this:
"You know, you can't joke here. For the sake of my old friend, may I allow you to regret it once?"
"No, I brought both the contract and the formation control token. Please ask Shopkeeper Tong to estimate the price!"
Shang Jianyao had obviously made up his mind. Although he was reluctant to give up, he still said firmly.
"Okay, it involves commodity mortgage and needs to be appraised. Please wait a moment."
Seeing the other party's insistence, Tong Yunguang could not persuade him any more. He nodded and motioned to the person behind him to contact Shang Jianyao to estimate the value of Shang Jiabao.
This kind of large-scale auctions often encounter situations where spiritual stones are insufficient and other spiritual objects are used as collateral. Everyone understands this.
"Is there any estimate? It's just a miniature second-order high-grade spiritual vein addition array, which can contain up to 1,500 mid-grade spiritual stones."
Before the man came forward, the voice of the man in the box sounded again:
"If I pay one thousand six hundred, can this old man mortgage his underwear?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Yunguang could only shake his head and said to Shang Jianyao in a deep voice:
"Lao Shang, this distinguished guest is right. Your Shangjiabao can only estimate this price. If you don't have anything else, I advise you to..."
In fact, the valuation of fixed properties fluctuates greatly. Shangjiabao has been under construction for many years, and the valuation may not be only 1,500 medium-grade spiritual stones.
However, Shang Jianyao is an old friend of Tong Yunguang and knows each other well.
Tong Yunguang is not optimistic about his old friend's path, and hopes to use this method to dispel his old friend's desperate plan.
Shang Jianyao lowered his head and said nothing. After a while, he raised his head again, pointed to the box, and said in a solemn voice:
"Can the other party afford a thousand and sixty middle-grade spiritual stones? Old boy, some people look glamorous, but in fact they are just as shameless as shit..."
"Ho ho..."
A sneer came from the box, the window suddenly opened, and a face that was a little too young appeared in front of everyone. He looked at everyone arrogantly and said in a cold voice:
"I am Hao Zelong, the young boss of the Bazhoushan branch of Feilong Trading Company. Hao Yunlong is my father. Do you think I have so many spiritual stones?"
Upon hearing this, the scene fell silent, and everyone was speechless.
Hao Yunlong is Jin Dan Zhenren. Of course he is very powerful, but it doesn't scare everyone so much. The key is Hao Yunlong's father, Hao Tianlong.
The other party is a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, known as the number one casual cultivator in the Jambudvipa continent.
Of course, great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage are powerful and can intimidate any force, but if they are alone, their influence will be limited after all.
The key is that Hao Tianlong is not only powerful himself, but he is also particularly good at giving birth to children.
Hundreds of his direct descendants have entered the path of cultivation, and ten of them have advanced to the golden elixir. This ratio is already large enough to make anyone stunned.
The names of their clan are very strange. Most people avoid naming their elders, but every generation of their clan has names with the character "dragon" in them, which is very easy to recognize.
There are rumors that Hao Tianlong awakened the blood of the True Dragon clan hidden in his body, so he was able to become a late Nascent Soul cultivator as a casual cultivator, and he was also able to have children.
This kind of characters have long been separated from the concept of ordinary casual cultivators. Instead, one person becomes powerful, and a family becomes powerful. One person represents a force.
If he visits this place, the ancestors of Bazhou Mountain will personally come out to greet him.
Feilong Trading Company was founded by Hao Tianlong himself. It raised many large spiritual beasts and specialized in traveling among the major immortal cities and sects. It was engaged in bulk commodity trading. It could be said that it was nothing short of wealthy.
If your level is not high enough, you may not even know this name, but if your level is high, you will definitely come into contact with them.
Hao Yunlong is Hao Tianlong's third golden elixir son. As Hao Yunlong's direct descendant, he personally went to fight for the Mingjing Yuanling, which immediately cut off the thoughts of 99% of people.
Most people have neither the ability nor the courage to compete with each other.
However, this is not in the interest of Bazhou Mountain. An extremely precious pure soul cannot be taken away by Hao Zelong so easily.
With a thought in his heart, Tong Yunguang was about to inform the servants below to work and add some atmosphere to the scene, when a voice suddenly sounded from another box:
"seventeen hundred!"
Hao Zelong rolled his eyes and glanced over there, his face suddenly looked a little ugly.
Although the Hao family has a large business, internal competition is also extremely fierce, with hundreds of foundation-building monks.
Because of his bloodline, the Hao family would not help him with his promotion to the Golden Core. Hao Yunlong had told him this a long time ago.
That's why as soon as he discovered Mingjing Yuanling, he wanted to seize it with overwhelming force. Unexpectedly, there were still people trying to snatch it from him.
"Eighteen hundred!"
While continuing to increase the price, Hao Zelong looked at the box over there and said coldly:
"Fellow Taoist, please show me some respect. I, Feilong Trading Company, will not hesitate to repay you generously! If you have to embarrass me, our Hao family is not someone to be trifled with..."
"One thousand and nine..."
The other party ignored it and continued to increase the price.
Hao Zelong's eyes flashed fiercely, his consciousness flashed out, and he hit the opponent hard.
He is a master of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. He has a special bloodline and is born with a powerful soul. The consciousness of ordinary monks is far inferior to his.
But before his consciousness hit another box, an extremely powerful consciousness suddenly rushed out and blocked the box.
Hao Zelong suddenly felt his head buzzing, as if his mortal body had hit an iron plate, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Little guy, don't talk about you. Even if you come here in person, I wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous!"
An old voice slowly sounded in the hall:
"Be honest, spend spiritual stones if you want something, and don't try to do any tricks. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind peeling off your skin and making it into boots..."
At the same time as he said this, a strange force penetrated into the body. Hao Zelong felt that his whole body was as cold as liquid, and the next moment it quickly evaporated, and then gushed out again and evaporated again, three times in an instant.
An indescribable feeling of fatigue came over me, as if all the energy in my body had been drained by sweat.
"Yes, yes, this junior is rude!"
Knowing that it was Master Jin Dan behind the scenes who was punishing him, Hao Zelong repeatedly begged for mercy.
With a cold snort, the pressure quietly left. Hao Zelong regained some strength and shouted through gritted teeth:
"two thousand……"
(End of chapter)
