Immortal Path Space

The auction had reached the final auction of the most valuable treasures. The items Wang Hong put up for auction had already been successfully sold. Two Barrier Breaking Pills were auctioned for twenty thousand Spirit Stones, while ten bottles of Spirit Wine fetched a total of ten thousand Spirit Stones.

A small bottle of Spirit Bee Royal Jelly caused a fierce competition among many cultivators. Some wanted to buy it to gift to a celestial maiden, hoping to win a smile from her. Alchemists were also interested, intending to use it to refine a rare elixir and increase their pill formation success rate.

After intense bidding from various parties, it was finally sold for a high price of thirty thousand Spirit Stones.

"Now, we are going to auction a set of formations called the Little Three Elements Formation. You might have heard of the Grand Tri-Formation, a protective formation used by many clans to guard their mountains.

The Little Three Elements Formation is a simplified version of the Grand Tri-Formation, crafted into an array plate for easy portability and manipulation.

Even a Qi Cultivation stage cultivator controlling it can momentarily trap a Foundation Building stage cultivator. It is undoubtedly the best companion for your home cultivation and hunting of demons in the wilderness."

"Old Man Feng, you praise it so much. There must be drawbacks, right? Don't hide anything; spill it all," a impatient man below clearly was not unfamiliar with Old Man Feng's tactics.

Old Man Feng, typically only stating the advantages and avoiding or downplaying the disadvantages, didn't seem embarrassed when pointed out. He explained in detail, "The main drawback is that it consumes a considerable amount of Spirit Stones. If controlled by a Qi Cultivation cultivator, the Spiritual Energy consumption is also fast. Additionally, it's only a Restriction Formation, lacking offensive capabilities."

In other words, if controlled by a Qi Cultivation cultivator, it can only trap a Foundation Building cultivator for a short time. Afterward, the Qi Cultivation cultivator would run out of Spirit Stones and Spiritual Energy, and the Foundation Building cultivator would break free, ready to face the enraged attacks.

"Little Three Elements Formation, starting bid at one thousand Spirit Stones..."

"Two thousand Spirit Stones!"

"Three thousand!"

...

For something capable of trapping a Foundation Building cultivator, many people showed great interest. Although it had some drawbacks, where in the world could one find something perfect?

Wang Hong also actively participated in the lively bidding. Initially, the price was at the bottom, with many people shouting, creating an enthusiastic atmosphere. They were just joining in for fun, without spending Spirit Stones. In the future, when boasting during tea or meals, they could say they participated in the bidding for a top-notch treasure, narrowly missing it.

As the lively bidding gradually quieted down, the real competition began.

At this point, only five people were still participating in the bidding.

"One hundred and twenty thousand!" Wang Hong casually quoted a price, unafraid to compete financially with Qi Cultivation stage cultivators.

This formation might have a significant impact on Qi Cultivation stage cultivators, but it held little attraction for Foundation Building stage cultivators. Foundation Building cultivators had more suitable options, so they wouldn't expend much effort on such a formation.

"One hundred and twenty-one thousand!" a masked cultivator with a black dragon mask gritted his teeth and shouted.

"One hundred and twenty-five thousand!" another white-robed cultivator followed suit.

Seeing no further bids, the other two had apparently withdrawn.

"One hundred and thirty thousand," Wang Hong nonchalantly quoted a price, taking out a spirit fruit and taking a bite. The crisp sound echoed in the quiet auction venue.

"One hundred and thirty-one thousand," the black dragon-masked cultivator raised the bid by a thousand.

"One hundred and thirty-five thousand," the white-robed cultivator added four thousand.

"One hundred and forty thousand."

Wang Hong continued to eat the spirit fruit, seemingly indifferent, waiting for others to bid. He casually threw out a number. His behavior angered his opponent and, at the same time, exerted great pressure on them.

"One hundred and forty thousand," the white-robed cultivator felt frustrated. As a direct descendant of a major cultivation clan, he was highly favored by the ancestral founder. His daily expenditure on Spirit Stones was not insignificant, and being able to produce over a hundred thousand Spirit Stones at once was almost on par with a Foundation Building cultivator's wealth.

Today, this unknown cultivator seemed to completely overshadow him in momentum. One hundred and forty thousand was already his bottom line.

"One hundred and fifty thousand!" Wang Hong continued to nibble on the spirit fruit, not bothering to look up, seemingly casually quoting a price.

After a while, Old Man Feng Qing's voice was heard, "One hundred and fifty thousand, once!"

"One hundred and fifty thousand, twice!" Feng Qing paused for a moment, scanning the entire venue and seeing no further bids.

"One hundred and fifty thousand, thrice, sold! Congratulations to this Fellow Daoist for winning the auction item, Little Three Elements Formation." Feng Qing, satisfied with the price, decisively concluded the deal with a bang of his gavel.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Qing enthusiastically began introducing the next auction item.

"Dear friends, as Qi Cultivation cultivators, our ultimate goal is to one day reach Foundation Building and become experts in the Foundation Building stage.

If unable to achieve Foundation Building, after a hundred years, we will eventually become nothing more than Yellow Soil, no different from mortals.

However, Foundation Building Pills are rarely seen. I believe many cultivators join sects with the hope of obtaining a Foundation Building Pill.

However, even after joining a major sect, Foundation Building Pills remain scarce and hard to obtain.

Next, we will auction a genuine Foundation Building Pill. I hope you all seize the opportunity and break through to new heights!"

Feng Qing's words stirred up excitement among the crowd. Everyone was eager to try, wishing they could snatch the Foundation Building Pill directly.

After a frenzied competition among various cultivators, the Foundation Building Pill was finally sold for four hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

The auction concluded amid the madness of the crowd.

Zhexian Residence Restaurant in Azure Void City was quite well-known, with a constant flow of customers, thriving in business.

At this moment, He Yuan sat alone on the third floor near a window, glancing around anxiously.

Previously, he had searched tirelessly for Spiritual Objects that could restore essence blood, but such items were scarce. Even when occasionally finding some, their effects were not very noticeable.

After decades of effort, his essence blood had only recovered less than ten percent.

Since the damage to his essence blood, he had fallen from being a genius to a waste. The immense gap was hard for him to accept.

What saddened him even more was the attitude of his clan. Formerly a genius, all the clan's resources were inclined towards him, and everyone flattered and respected him.

However, when they learned about his lost essence blood and inability to recover, those who once flattered him now avoided him. Those who merely spoke cold words or mocked him were considered kind.

The clan's resources no longer reached him. Yet, whenever there was a dangerous or undesirable task, it always fell on his shoulders.

He understood that the clan wanted to squeeze out his final value, even if it meant using him as cannon fodder.

He had already given up hope and was ready to live the rest of his life in despair. However, he suddenly discovered a Spiritual Medicine that could restore him. Just a small piece of its root could noticeably accelerate his essence blood recovery, making him almost tremble with excitement.

Unfortunately, his Spirit Stones were still too few, extinguishing the faint hope that had just emerged.

So, he made a determined decision. Instead of living like a walking corpse, he would take a risk for a chance. Even if it meant death, it was better than passively enduring life.

Upon hearing the message at the auction, he decisively followed the agreement and waited here. As long as there was a glimmer of opportunity, he wouldn't give up.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A red-faced old man in a black robe walked up the stairs. After reaching the top, he walked straight toward He Yuan. He Yuan hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist He, you've waited for a long time!" the red-faced old man greeted, clasping his hands.

"Not at all, not at all, Fellow Daoist is too polite. I just arrived a moment ago."

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