Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Suddenly, a clear and firm quotation broke the silence, it was a young man from the corner, Lin Fan.

His offer immediately caused a small commotion.

Immediately afterwards, another middle-aged man in luxurious robes stood up, with a hint of arrogance on his face, and quoted the price of 6000 medium-grade spiritual stones.

There was an arrogant confidence in his voice, as if this auction was just his one-man show.

Subsequently, the price continued to rise, and each increase in price seemed to invisibly demonstrate the strength and heritage of the bidder.

7000, 8000, 9000 medium-grade spiritual stones, each number seemed like a blockbuster, thrown into the tense auction house.

Finally, the mysterious man bid for the middle-grade spiritual stone.

His voice was calm and cold, as if coming from the abyss of hell, making people feel chilled.

His identity is mysterious, his face is covered with black cloth, only his eyes are exposed, his eyes are cold and deep, as if he can see into people's hearts.

The other bidders saw this and fell into deep thought. They didn't know whether they were shocked by his voice or hesitant about the price.

The entire auction house fell into a brief silence.

"My first time with a medium-grade spiritual stone!"

The auctioneer's voice sounded again, breaking the silence. He deliberately drawled his voice, as if waiting for a higher offer.

"The second time with the middle grade spiritual stone!"

He shouted again, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

At this time, the atmosphere in the entire auction house reached its peak, and everyone's eyes were focused on the auction stage.

The auctioneer looked around, with a sly look in his eyes, seeming to encourage everyone to continue bidding, but no one in the room made a sound.

Lin Fan's voice sounded again, with an unmistakable coldness, like the biting cold wind in winter: "Mid-grade spiritual stone!"

His voice was not loud, but it echoed in the auction house, shocking people.

Previously, Lin Fan's python bone was sold at a high price for a medium-grade spiritual stone, becoming a highlight of the auction.

Lin Fan made a decision in his mind and decided that as long as the price did not exceed the mid-grade spiritual stone, this century-old Ganoderma lucidum must be his.

However, the mysterious man seems determined to get this Ganoderma lucidum.

His voice sounded again, cold and firm: "Mid-grade spiritual stone!"

His quotation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar.

Everyone present began to whisper and expressed surprise at the price.

After all, although century-old Ganoderma lucidum is precious, it is not extremely rare in this world, and the price of mid-grade Lingzhi is already astonishingly high.

When the discussion started, Lin Fan took action again and shouted without hesitation, "The price of medium-grade spiritual stones!"

There was firmness and determination in his voice, showing his firm attitude toward this auction.

With his bid, the atmosphere in the auction room reached a boiling point, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, full of curiosity and shock.

Lin Fan was sitting in the corner, his face was calm, but his eyes were shining with a light that should not be underestimated.

His hands were clasped, showing his inner tension and anticipation.

Despite facing high prices and fierce competition, he remains calm.

At the same time, the figure of the mysterious man appears even more elusive under the black cloth.

He was sitting in a corner of the auction room, his eyes cold and deep under the black cloth, as if he was calculating the next strategy.

The auctioneer stood on the auction stage, his eyes shining with excitement.

Every time he called out the price, he deliberately prolonged his voice to increase the suspense of the auction.

He looked around with a sly smile on his face, seemingly enjoying the excitement of the auction.

Some of the other participants in the auction showed surprised expressions, while others had complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

Everyone's emotions were intensified by the competition between Lin Fan and the mysterious man.

The participants had different expressions, some showed surprise, while others had complex emotions flashing in their eyes. They were discussing among themselves or silently watching the fierce bidding war.

In the center of the courtyard, everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan became the center of attention at this moment.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, the monks in the venue have classified him as the rich second generation of a mysterious family, thinking that he came here to seek a sense of existence.

They were full of curiosity and speculation about Lin Fan's appearance and bidding, and whispered about his identity and background.

The auctioneer raised his voice on the stage and shouted continuously:

"My first time with a medium-grade spiritual stone!"

"The second time with the middle grade spiritual stone!"

"The third time for the middle-grade spiritual stone!"

His voice was full of power and excitement, and each bid seemed to increase the tension of the auction.

He looked around, as if expecting someone to continue bidding, but the whole scene fell into a brief silence.

Participants began to weigh in their minds and consider whether to continue competing.

After all, competing with someone who is considered a "silly son of a landlord" could get you into unnecessary trouble.

What should I do if the items I obtained at a high price fall into my hands and become a burden?

In this psychological struggle, no one continued to bid.

The middle-aged man announced with satisfaction: "Congratulations on the 29th, for winning a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum at the price of a medium-grade spiritual stone!"

His voice was full of warm congratulations, while also revealing his satisfaction and exclamation for this fierce bidding.

Lin Fan's face remained calm, but his heart was full of satisfaction and excitement.

He glanced around and felt everyone's attention and comments, but he didn't care.

For him, being able to obtain this century-old Ganoderma lucidum has already achieved the purpose of his trip.

Although other participants failed to win, they seemed to express a sense of relief at the outcome of the bidding.

At this auction, Lin Fan won three rare items and instantly became the focus of the entire auction house.

His every move attracted great attention from people, and discussions filled this ancient and mysterious auction house one after another.

Everyone's eyes were full of curiosity and doubt, and they all speculated on Lin Fan's true identity.

Some people speculated that he was a child of a certain aristocratic family, while others thought he might be a royal prince from some kingdom.

In this world, identity and background often determine a person's strength and status, and Lin Fan's performance undoubtedly made him the center of attention.

While everyone was talking about it, the middle-aged man took out a mysterious pill.

His voice was sonorous and powerful: "This is the last item in this auction - the Emperor's Essence Pill!"

He deliberately lengthened his voice to add to the mystery of his announcement.

The auctioneer then explained: "The Earth Emperor Spirit blooms and bears fruit every 500 years! Seeing it once is a great opportunity!"

His words caused an uproar, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the precious Earth Emperor Essence Pill.

He continued: "As for the effect, after taking it with a cultivation level of Foundation Establishment or below, there is a high probability that it can increase your cultivation level by one level!"

These words undoubtedly dropped a bombshell on the auction floor.

The whole courtyard was immediately in uproar, and everyone's attention was firmly attracted by this "Emperor Essence Pill".

The monks' eyes shone with excitement, and some young monks even stood up excitedly. They were full of desire for this precious pill that could improve their cultivation.