NFBE Chapter 100 Immortal Spirit City Auction 15
Chapter 100 Immortal Spirit City Auction 15
The white-robed female cultivator took the Lingxi Jade Pendant and examined it carefully, a hint of warmth subtly appearing on her usually cold face.
The rich young master, enraged and embarrassed, blushed and pointed at the white-clad female cultivator, saying, "Where did you come from, you woman, daring to ruin my plans!"
The woman in white raised her eyes, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "Bidding at the auction is all about skill; how can you say I'm ruining your plans?"
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, and she said curiously to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, this white-clothed sister is so cool! She shut that rich young master down in one go."
Mu Zhusheng smiled helplessly: "This female cultivator in white is quite skilled, so she must be someone of high status. We should avoid causing any trouble."
At this moment, murmurs rose and fell among the crowd. "Judging from her demeanor, she doesn't seem to belong to an ordinary sect." Amid the speculation and discussion, the white-robed female cultivator carefully put away the Spirit Rhinoceros Jade Pendant and turned to leave the venue.
Her white robes fluttered in the wind, seemingly blending into the surrounding spiritual light. Her steps were light, yet she exuded an undeniable aura.
The rich young master was still stomping his feet, his face full of resentment. The air around him seemed to be slightly distorted by his anger, and some of the water droplets left on the wall were shaken off, dripping onto the ground and mingling with the noise of the crowd.
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased slightly, the auctioneer cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, the item to be auctioned next is a colorful brocade woven from thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk. This brocade is as light as a feather yet as strong as refined iron, and it contains a rich ice spiritual power. If made into a magic robe, it can not only resist attacks from powerful enemies, but also amplify spiritual power when cultivating ice-type techniques. The starting price is three million spirit stones!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a burly man shouted, "Three and a half million spirit stones! I cultivate the Ice Fist technique. If I can have this Colorful Brocade, my strength will definitely increase greatly."
A delicate female voice then rang out: "Four million spirit stones. I want to use them to make a beautiful dress. I can't let you, such a rude person, have them."
Upon hearing this, the burly man grumbled discontentedly, "Young lady, such a treasure is not for dressing up. Don't cause trouble here."
Xu Xiaoxiao excitedly tugged at Mu Zhusheng's sleeve: "Second Senior Brother, this Colorful Brocade is also very nice. If Senior Brother had it, he wouldn't be afraid of the cold air invading him when cultivating in the ice cave."
Mu Zhusheng pondered for a moment and said, "This brocade is fine, but Senior Brother has no need for it."
The eldest brother's body is currently only able to be suppressed by his willpower and the sect's powerful Daoist energy. Even if he cultivates in the ice cave, nothing can help him. Therefore, he needs to find all the spiritual plants for the Purifying Qi Pill as soon as possible so that he can refine the pill for his eldest brother.
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair slowly spoke: "Four million five hundred thousand spirit stones. I wish to bid for this treasure for the younger generation of the sect. I hope you will grant my request."
A young swordsman then shouted, "Five million spirit stones! I'm traveling the world and I'm in dire need of a treasure that can withstand the cold!"
The atmosphere in the venue became lively again, with spiritual energy surging like a tide, the surrounding candlelight flickering violently, and the light and shadows shimmering on everyone's faces.
Looking at the ever-increasing prices, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but gasp: "Second Brother, the prices are rising too fast! They're all so rich!"
Mu Zhusheng looked at the venue and nodded slightly: "Such treasures are naturally coveted by everyone, and fierce bidding is inevitable."
The venue was brightly lit, and a halo of spiritual energy flickered and moved around, as if nimble sprites were leaping in the air.
Each treasure's appearance was accompanied by gasps and commotion; the shouts of the crowd and the fluctuations of spiritual energy intertwined, making the entire space both hot and tense.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Mu Zhusheng sat quietly in the corner, watching those rare and precious treasures being bid on and changed hands time and time again.
Each magical artifact shimmered with a captivating luster or exuded a powerful aura, yet none of them were tempted to participate in the auction.
Then the auctioneer mysteriously announced, "Now, the grand finale of this auction—the Moonlight Grass! This grass grows in places where the essence of moonlight gathers, and it takes a thousand years to take shape. It is the key spiritual plant for refining the Purifying Pill. With it, one can clear the malevolent energy from the cultivator's body, making the cultivation process smoother. No matter what kind of pill one refines, it can increase the probability of breaking through bottlenecks by 90%. Starting bid: 10 million spirit stones!"
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she said eagerly to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, this is the Moonlight Grass that Eldest Senior Brother told us to keep an eye out for! We must take a picture of it."
Mu Zhusheng nodded solemnly, “This herb is of utmost importance to our senior brother, and we must do everything in our power to obtain it.”
An old man in black robes was the first to bid: "150,000 spirit stones. I am determined to get this herb. My disciple is stuck at the critical point of his breakthrough and urgently needs this Moonlight Grass to refine pills."
A sharp voice immediately rang out: "Twenty million spirit stones! My young master has suffered a cultivation deviation and is only saved by Moonlight Grass. Do not compete with me."
Xu Xiaoxiao stood up hurriedly and shouted, "Twenty-five million spirit stones! This Moonlight Grass is extremely important to our sect."
A composed middle-aged man replied, "Thirty million spirit stones, little girl, you should give up. Such a treasure is beyond your means."
Mu Zhusheng grasped Xu Xiaoxiao's hand, signaling her to calm down, and then said loudly, "Three hundred and fifty thousand spirit stones. This herb is related to the safety of my sect's senior brothers. I implore you all to be lenient."
The hall fell silent for a moment as everyone weighed the pros and cons. Only Xu Xiaoxiao's tense breathing rose and fell slightly in Mu Zhusheng's ear. Her eyes were fixed on the moonflower on the stage, as if it were their only hope at this moment.
A moment later, a hoarse voice broke the silence: "Thirty-eight million spirit stones. We have been searching for this herb for many years, and we cannot simply give it away."
The speaker was a middle-aged female cultivator with a stern face, her eyes fixed firmly on the Moonlight Grass on the platform.
Xu Xiaoxiao was extremely anxious, her face flushed red, and she said to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, what should we do? We can't lose!"
Mu Zhusheng gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't panic, we still have some resources."
Then he shouted, "Forty-two million spirit stones!"
At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense. The air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding candlelight no longer flickered, as if suppressed by the tense atmosphere.
Everyone stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the ever-increasing price.
The old man in black robes sneered, "Forty-five million spirit stones, even if I have to give up everything, I will get it for my disciple."
A faint black spiritual light emanated from his body, as if to show his determination.
Xu Xiaoxiao's palms were sweaty. She gripped Mu Zhusheng's clothes tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Second Senior Brother, what should we do if we don't have enough spirit stones?"
Mu Zhusheng frowned and comforted him in a low voice, "Don't rush, let's see how things go. When we went down the mountain, my senior brother gave me a storage ring with a lot of spirit stones inside."
Suddenly, a clear young voice rang out: "Fifty million spirit stones! I'm bidding for my master. He was seriously injured while cultivating for the sake of the sect, and only Moonlight Grass can cure him."
This was a young cultivator dressed in a blue robe, who looked at everyone with sincere eyes.
Mu Zhusheng's heart skipped a beat. After a moment's thought, he stood up, clasped his hands in a respectful bow to the surrounding crowd, and said loudly, "Everyone, my senior brother was corrupted by evil power during the great battle against the Demonic Sect to protect our sect. He is now suffering from the torment of malevolent energy. This Moonlight Grass is his hope for survival and the key to our sect's revival. I implore you all, out of consideration for my senior brother's chivalrous heart, to show mercy. I, Mu Zhusheng, will be eternally grateful and wish to personally incur a favor from you all." His voice was sincere and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.
Upon hearing this, the crowd began to whisper among themselves and discuss the matter.
Some looked hesitant, while others were moved by Mu Zhusheng's words.
The wealthy young master temporarily set aside his resentment towards the white-robed female cultivator and looked at Mu Zhusheng, saying, "Hmph, although you sound pitiful, who wouldn't want this treasure? However, seeing your sincerity, I won't raise the price. But if you fail to win the bid, don't blame us for being ruthless."
Xu Xiaoxiao glanced gratefully at the rich young master, then nervously looked towards the auction stage.
Seeing this, the auctioneer cleared his throat and said, "Fifty million spirit stones once, fifty million spirit stones twice..." Just as the gavel was about to fall, the middle-aged female cultivator suddenly shouted, "Fifty-one million spirit stones! I can't ignore my disciple's future."
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes dimmed instantly, and Mu Zhusheng clenched his fists. A resolute look flashed in his eyes: "Fifty-five million spirit stones! This is my sect's bottom line. I cannot give up!" The entire venue was shocked by this final bid. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.