"Double cultivation?" Ye Ling was slightly startled. He could even feel the heartbeat of the shy Song Qiong behind her through her breasts.
"What I pursue is the avenue of immortality. The world of cultivating immortals is cruel, and people who cultivate Taoism have different lifespans; one more Taoist companion means more fetters and restraints, which is not in line with Ye's bohemian nature! It is also harmful to Taoist heart, you Although she is my maid, this matter will be discussed later.”
Ye Ling said coldly. He is now just a minor cultivator in the late stage of Qi training. His lifespan is limited, and he is deeply aware of the cruelty of the world of cultivating immortals. Everyone below the high level is an ant! Now is not the time to be greedy for the world of mortals, when flowers are in front of the moon and children are in love, we must not be satisfied with the status quo. Only by concentrating on cultivation and improving our own strength as much as possible can we survive better!
Song Qiong was slightly disappointed, but her admiration for her master continued unabated. At least the master had extraordinary determination and was not a lustful person who just lusted after beauty.
Song Qiong smiled apologetically, regained some reserve, and said seriously: "Master, when we ride the fire eagle and fly to Fengqiao Town, it will probably be the day of the watch. I know that there is a very lively place in Fengqiao Town. The location is Wanbao Pavilion in the West City! Every time night falls, many monks will go there to participate in the auction, buying and selling all kinds of top-quality magic weapons and robes of unknown origin, which cannot be seen during the day and are very mysterious."
"Oh? Is it the Wanbao Pavilion under the Golden Pavilion Immortal Sect? I rarely go there on weekdays. It turns out there is an auction at night. Very good, let's go to the Wanbao Pavilion!"
Ye Ling passed by it more than once and knew that Wanbao Pavilion was the largest weapon refining chamber in Maple Bridge Town. After hearing what Song Qiong said, he really wanted to see the Wanbao Pavilion auction.
The two rode the fire eagle around the northern foot of Yuncang Mountain, then flew southeast for more than two hundred miles, and finally arrived outside Xiguan, Fengqiao Town.
Ye Ling listened to Song Qiong's suggestion, changed into a blue shirt, and put on a forbidden hat to block the penetration of spiritual consciousness; Song Qiong covered her face with a special gauze.
After changing their appearance, the two mysteriously walked into the west gate of Fengqiao Town, came to the gatehouse at the west end of Fangshi West Street, and wrote three gilt characters, Wanbao Pavilion.
The main door of Wanbao Pavilion has long been closed, leaving only the corner door for monks to enter and exit.
There was a waiter in the middle stage of Qi training standing at the door. Regardless of the monk's level of cultivation, he had to charge entry fees for the auction.
Song Qiong skillfully took out twenty spiritual stones and handed them to the waiter at the door. The waiter nodded expressionlessly, and Ye Ling and Song Qiong were able to enter the building.
Ye Ling secretly lamented that the price of ten spiritual stones per person to enter the building was enough to keep out the outer disciples who were in the early stages of Qi training. It seemed that the prices of the treasures at the Wanbao Tower auction would not be too low.
After walking through the dark and spacious main hall, Ye Ling and Song Qiong arrived at the backyard of Wanbao Tower. They saw that the place was bustling with people, which was completely different from the deserted outside! Hundreds of monks gathered together, shouting out prices, and it was very lively.
Ye Ling and Song Qiong were both disguised so that no one could recognize their identities. To make things easier, the two quietly sat down in a remote corner of the backyard.
At the same time, Ye Ling also saw that among the hundreds of monks, the vast majority were in the middle and late stages of Qi training. It seems that the monks in the early stage of Qi training did not have money to come, and the strong men in the foundation building stage were unable to buy high-level treasures at the auction, so this situation resulted.
Ye Ling even found a few familiar faces. They were all elite disciples of the Yaogu Sect. They often went to the ice cave to practice on weekdays, and Ye Ling recognized them. There are also many monks, like Ye Ling and Song Qiong, who hide the jade medals of their sects around their waists and have also changed their appearance to avoid being recognized by other monks.
At this time, on the high platform in the backyard, the steward of Wanbao Pavilion was praising a piece of second-level top-quality blue frost stone. He said it was rare in the sky and unparalleled in the earth. It was definitely the best material for weapon refining, which attracted everyone in the backyard who was in the middle of Qi training. The monks all looked at him sideways.
Finally, the manager of Wanbao Pavilion said with a smile: "Second-grade top quality blue frost stone, starting price is three hundred spirit stones!"
"I'll pay three hundred and twenty!"
"Three hundred and fifty dollars!"
"Four hundred spirit stones! I am a weapon-refining disciple of the Nansheng Sect. I would like to ask fellow Taoists to give me the Blue Frost Stone."
"No! So what if Nan Sheng Sect? I will pay you 430 spiritual stones!"
The scene in the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion was extremely heated, and the monks were vying to bid, which was an eye-opener for Ye Ling.
Ye Ling thought to himself: "If it had been a few days ago, I would have wanted this stone. But now that I have entered the late stage of Qi training, the second-level blue frost stone is useless to me!"
Song Qiong was not interested in the second-level treasures either. She looked back at her master with bright eyes and said through her spiritual consciousness: "Master, it seems that we are not late. We are still bidding for the second-level treasures. I'm afraid it won't be long before it's the turn of the third-level treasures." It’s a treasure.”
Ye Ling nodded and looked at the monks around him with interest while waiting quietly.
The last second-level blue frost stone once soared to six hundred spirit stones, and finally fell into the hands of the Nan Sheng Sect's weapon refining disciples as he wished, which made him feel proud for a while.
The casual cultivator who was bidding with him left the table angrily and strode out of the backyard of Wanbao Pavilion.
Song Qiong smiled slightly and sent a message to Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness: "Master, have you seen this? This Nansheng Sect disciple has offended someone. Once he leaves the Wanbao Pavilion, he will definitely be followed! Unless he returns to the sect from the teleportation array in the city, otherwise As soon as you step out of the wild, you will definitely be assassinated.”
Ye Ling suddenly understood why Song Qiong asked him to change his clothes. It turned out that the night market business was quite deep and had certain risks!
After less than half an hour, a third-level treasure finally appeared on the high platform. Ye Ling's spirit was shocked and he focused his attention on it.
"The third-level top-grade Fire Cloud Bow comes with eighteen flame arrows. The starting price is one thousand five hundred spirit stones!"
The steward of Wanbao Pavilion said passionately, holding up the Fire Cloud Bow, which was glowing with red brilliance, as if such a top-notch long-range attack weapon did not need too much praise!
Before Ye Ling could say anything, the dozen or so monks in front of him who were in the late stage of Qi training had their eyes red and made quotes one after another:
"One thousand six hundred spirit stones!"
"One thousand and eighty."
"I'll pay one thousand nine hundred!"
"two thousand!"
"Haha! I'm offering two thousand five hundred spirit stones! Who else among you?"
A ninth-level qi-training monk wearing a green robe and brocade clothes put on airs and stood up carelessly, looking at the other cultivators with an arrogant expression.
There was a sudden murmur among the crowd:
"It's Han Junhong, the eldest son of the Han Immortal Cultivation Family!"
"No wonder you are so arrogant! The children of the Immortal Cultivation Family are indeed extraordinary."
"Ahem, we can't afford to offend him. Forget it, leave it to Mr. Han."
At this moment, Ye Ling's cold voice came from an inconspicuous corner of the backyard: "This Fire Cloud Bow is good, I will give you three thousand spirit stones!"
