"As you just said, this is a nice collectible."
Shu Guan smiled and said to Mr. No. 7.
There was nothing strange about the expression on his face.
"Yes, this is a very nice collection."
After Mr. No. 7 stared at Shuguan for five or six seconds, his tone suddenly changed to relaxed. He lay back on the chair in a relaxed posture, and then said this.
It seems that he is prepared to keep his promise and will not compete with members after they pay the same price.
As for Shu Guan, he could still pay 100,000 silver dollars. Du Wenqiang gave him a 100,000 silver dollar check a few days ago.
Of course, after spending these 100,000 silver dollars, he had very little money left, but anyway, it was very easy for him to make money now.
For one hundred thousand silver dollars, buying a few pages of the Yi Zhang Sutra was a huge bargain for Shu Guan.
But just when Shu Guan thought he had pocketed these fragments of the One Palm Sutra with 100,000 silver dollars, another voice suddenly sounded in the room.
"I will pay 150,000 silver dollars."
The person who spoke was the cultivator covered in black robes.
Just now he said he was only willing to pay 10,000 silver dollars, but now he was suddenly willing to pay 150,000 silver dollars.
The eyes of everyone else in the room fell on the black-robed cultivator again.
The black-robed cultivator chuckled and said:
"Now I think this might actually be a good thing."
Shu Guan naturally looked at the black-robed cultivator. The expression on his face was still calm, but his heart felt as if he had stepped on shit while walking.
Because he really couldn't afford 150,000 silver dollars.
It's just that the black-robed practitioner suddenly raised the price, perhaps because he really knew what the fragment of the Palm Sutra was, or simply because he saw that he was willing to buy these pages of parchment for 100,000 silver dollars, so he realized These pages of parchment may indeed be of great value.
The old goatee's face once again showed a look of surprise and joy.
He looked at Shu Guan, then at the black-robed cultivator, rolled his eyes, and then said with a smile.
"Two hundred thousand, now I won't sell anything less than two hundred thousand!"
This is even more disgusting behavior than that of the black-robed cultivator just now.
But it is behavior allowed by this trade fair.
The Secret Order is a very casual organization. As long as there is no final deal, it doesn't matter how much you want to sell it for.
"Two hundred thousand, I bought it."
The black-robed cultivator said lightly, but when he said this, his eyes did not look at the old man with the goatee, but fell on Shu Guan.
"Of course, if it exceeds 200,000, I won't raise the price any more."
However, he also added this sentence.
But for Shu Guan, he couldn't get it even if it was 150,000, not to mention 200,000.
If it was just the old man with the goatee who offered 200,000 yuan, and there was no competition, he could ask the old man with the goatee to wait for him for a few days, and then think of ways to raise the money.
Shu Guan was willing to pay 200,000 silver dollars to buy the fragment of Yi Zhang Sutra, even if it only had one page.
It's a pity that if he can't buy these pages of the Yi Zhang Sutra, he will really miss it.
Shu Guan frowned slightly, then took out another thing from his arms and said to Mr. No. 7:
"Dear Mr. No. 7, please help me see the value of something like this."
What Shu Guan held in his hand was something about fifty centimeters long and as thick as an adult man's arm, like a burnt tree.
This charred tree was cut by Shu Guan from the pine tree that was killed by lightning on the mountain peak where Du Wenqiang's father's grave is located.
That dead pine tree was actually a tree demon that had become a spirit. According to Shu Guan's guess, the tree demon was struck to death by thunder during the thunder tribulation.
Before attending the gathering of the Secret Order tonight with Yang Ruijun, Shu Guan went upstairs to get a few things. In addition to the pistol and spiritual bullets given to him by his fourth senior brother, it was this burnt tree trunk.
The reason why the string on the guan belt was burnt was because he was afraid of the situation he was facing now.
Shu Guan was afraid that if he came across something he wanted at a trade fair but didn't have enough money to buy it, he would sell the burnt tree trunk for money.
And when he took out the burnt tree trunk, several exclamations suddenly sounded in the room.
"Lightning strikes wood!"
"This is lightning strike wood!"
...It seems that there are still a lot of people here who know the goods...
Shu Guan thought so.
Lightning-struck wood is a very rare thing, because most of the trees will be burned if they are hit by lightning, and very few trunks can survive the lightning strike.
And this kind of tree that has been preserved under lightning strikes can survive the power of heaven and earth. Naturally, it contains a trace of the real power of thunder. It is an excellent material for refining various magic weapons, and is especially suitable for exorcising evil spirits and suppressing evil spirits. To deal with evil spirits, or to deal with ghosts and ghosts.
"It seems that everyone has a good sense. This thing is the lightning strike wood."
Mr. No. 7, on the other hand, still leaned back in his chair easily, looked at the burnt tree trunk in Shu Guan's hand and said with a smile:
"Of course, such a large piece of lightning strike wood is still extremely rare. Generally, a piece that can be as long and thin as a finger is considered to be of high quality."
It's just that although Mr. No. 7 was sitting in a relaxed posture, the look of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Shu Guan was getting stronger.
...First acquaintance with the second floor of the building...
Mr. No. 7 was very sure that this practitioner who disguised his appearance as an extremely perfect young man did not hide his cultivation.
But such a humble practitioner brought many surprises to him today.
The first time was when the cultivator asked for someone to help him repair a high-grade human-immortal magic weapon.
Although it is a damaged magic weapon, it is almost impossible for a wild cultivator in this realm of first knowledge to possess a magic weapon.
Of course, although Mr. No. 7 was a little surprised by this incident, the degree of surprise was not too great.
It wasn't until the practitioner asked to buy those pages of parchment that Mr. No. 7 was finally truly surprised.
He didn't believe what the cultivator just explained, that he decided to collect these pages of parchment only after listening to his own words.
If the black-robed practitioner said so, Mr. No. 7 would believe it.
And now this person has taken out such an excellent piece of lightning strike wood.
For a practitioner who is new to the Realm of Awareness, even for a practitioner who comes from a large cultivation sect, this is something unbelievable.
...No. 807...
Mr. No. 7 can sense the number of the member's badge on the opponent's body. This is a unique ability possessed by their top fifteen members.
Then Mr. Seven memorized the number.
"So the lightning strike wood in this member's hands is an extremely rare item. I think it is not expensive to buy it for 200,000 silver dollars."
Finally, Mr. No. 7 said this.
"I just want silver dollars."
At this time, the old man with the goatee said so.
"I bought it."
"I want."
"I'll pay 210,000."
Several voices sounded in the room in succession.
However, Shu Guan was unmoved. He still looked at Mr. No. 7 with a smile on his face and said:
"Mr. No. 7, I would like to ask you to take a closer look at this lightning rod."
A look of surprise flashed in Mr. No. 7's eyes, then he nodded and stretched out a palm towards Shu Guan.
Shu Guan raised his hand and threw the thunderbolt in his hand towards Mr. No. 7.
Mr. No. 7 raised his hand to take the lightning strike wood. After taking a deep look at Shu Guan, he lowered his head and looked at the lightning strike wood in his hand.
Two seconds later, Mr. No. 7 let out a soft sigh.
Then his body slowly left the back of the chair, just like he was looking at those pages of parchment not long ago.
This time, Mr. No. 7 seemed to look at it more carefully than he did when he looked at the parchments just now.
He kept rubbing the thunderbolt wooden torso with his fingers, and from time to time he would stretch out his fingers to flick it a few times, then put it to his ear and listen carefully.
Or he could hold the entire lightning strike tree tightly with both hands, then close his eyes, as if he was feeling something.
After more than ten minutes passed like this, Mr. No. 7 finally put down the thunderbolt in his hand.
It seemed like he took another half minute to calm down.
Then he took a deep look at Shu Guan again, and then said to everyone in the room:
"Sorry, I saw it wrong just now."
The room suddenly became quiet.
"I just said that this lightning strike wood is a high-quality product, but in fact it is not."
"This lightning strike wood is not even a piece of wood, but a part of the body of a tree demon who has been practicing for at least five thousand years and is about to transform into a human body."
"Here I want to explain to you that it is much more difficult for the grass and trees to cultivate into a demon than for birds and animals to become demons. Therefore, five thousand years is not too long for the grass and tree demons. time."
"Similarly, it doesn't mean how powerful the tree demon was back then."
"According to what I know, a demon clan like the Caomu clan who has cultivated to the point where they can transform into a human body is roughly equivalent to the strength of the Nascent Soul realm."
"However, even a few Yuanhui ago, the number of demons who have cultivated the grass and tree attributes is extremely rare, let alone the tree demons who are about to cultivate into human bodies."
"In addition, the original tree demon should have died during the thunder tribulation. Therefore, what is contained in this lightning tree is not the power of ordinary thunder and lightning, but the power of heavenly thunder."
"So, this lightning strike wood is by no means a good product as I just mentioned, but it can barely be regarded as a natural treasure."
A treasure of heaven and earth!
When these four words came out of Mr. No. 7's mouth, there was a huge noise in the room.
In this room, many are extremely senior members of the Esoteric Order. They have participated in such trade fairs many times. This time span can be stretched to more than ten years, but this is also the first time for them to trade in At the meeting, I met someone selling heavenly and earthly treasure-level items.
At this time, almost everyone looked at the young man sitting by the door with amazed and incredulous eyes, and whispers and discussions continued one after another.
After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. No. 7 raised his hand and pressed it down to signal everyone to quiet down. Then he asked Shu Guan in a very cautious tone:
"Are you sure you want to sell this lightning strike wood? You must know that it is almost impossible to get such a treasure of heaven and earth again in the future."
...No, I still have a big tree...
Shu Guan muttered something in his heart, but at the same time he nodded firmly.
At the same time, he really admired Mr. No. 7 of the Secret Order.
Because when he was on that weird mountain peak and saw the entire old pine tree that had been struck to death by lightning, he could naturally understand the value of that lightning-struck tree.
But Mr. No. 7 was able to infer so many things from just a short tree trunk. This man's vision and knowledge were indeed extremely profound.
"In that case, let me talk about the value of lightning strike wood."
After seeing Shu Guan nodding, Mr. No. 7 withdrew his gaze and turned to look at everyone.
"Items of the level of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are also difficult to measure with earthly money. This is just like the few parchment scrolls just now. Especially for those who need them, they are priceless treasures."
"If the parchment scroll just now is a complete Taoist method, then its value is naturally higher than this lightning strike wood."
"Unfortunately, it is only a few fragments."
"But this lightning strike wood is a real treasure that can be used."
"The best way to exert the greatest effect of this lightning strike wood is to refine it into a magic weapon. If it can be made into a magic weapon, with the power of heaven and other things contained in it, it can cause damage even to practitioners in the Nascent Soul realm. Fatal injury."
"But everyone knows that in today's world, almost no one can refine new magic weapons, even real immortals can't do it."
"So the actual role that this lightning strike tree can play is greatly reduced in today's world."
"Of course, there is no problem in refining it into a high-level magic weapon. It's just that it will be more difficult to find someone who can refine it into a high-level magic weapon. Therefore, its true value needs to be determined. Some discounts.”
When he said this, Mr. No. 7 lowered his head and thought for a moment, then continued:
"Seven hundred thousand to one million! This is what I think is the appropriate price for this lightning strike wood."
"As for why there is a price difference of 300,000 yuan, it depends on whether you can refine it into a high-level magic weapon yourself. If you can do it yourself, then the price of 1 million yuan is definitely not a loss."
As soon as Mr. No. 7 finished speaking, many people in the room immediately started bidding.
Starting from 700,000, the price soon exceeded one million, and the highest bidder directly shouted out a high price of 1.1 million.
Mr. No. 7 is right. This kind of rare treasure is priceless to those who really need it.
But this scene made Shu watch a little dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that the practitioners in this room were all so rich, with millions of silver dollars coming out of their mouths without blinking an eye.
Of course, when you think about it, this is not surprising.
If a practitioner wants to use Taoism to gain wealth in the mortal world, it is really easy.
Just like, didn't he simply help Du Wenqiang do fortune telling and solve the feng shui issue at his father's graveyard, and get a reward of hundreds of thousands of silver dollars?
Strictly speaking, this kind of thing is against heaven's rules, but no matter how powerful the Seven Immortals Alliance is, it can't stop practitioners in the world from doing these things secretly, especially in Shencheng.
Therefore, the so-called wealthy businessmen among mortals in Shanghai may not be as rich as some of the practitioners in this room.
It’s just that practitioners rarely deliberately accumulate wealth. Money is not their goal.
Their money is basically used to exchange for cultivation resources. When they are used up, they just find a way to steal them from the mortal world.
That dead Master Fu'an should be such a practitioner.
And I seem to be doing something like this now.
Finally, when someone shouted out a quote of 1.2 million, the room finally fell silent.
Of course, this does not mean that others cannot afford a higher price, perhaps it is just because the degree of desire for this lightning wood is different.
Mr. No. 7's gaze slowly moved around the room and then said something.
"I'll pay 1.5 million."
"Old rule, I will never compete with members for the same price."
Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we should be able to resume normal updates with a guaranteed minimum of 5,000 words.
(End of chapter)
