Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan sat quietly in the corner, his eyes deep, as if he was weighing whether to participate in this final round of bidding.

His heart is full of determination and deep thinking.

The auctioneer stood on the stage, gently shaking the Earth Emperor's Essence Pill in his hand. His voice was full of temptation: "This Earth Emperor's Essence Pill will be the climax of tonight!"

As his words fell, the entire auction house became extremely quiet, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the next bidding war.

In the auction room, with the display of the Emperor's Essence Pills, the atmosphere became extremely heated.

The monks' eyes flashed with strong desire, and they were full of desire for this magical pill that could directly improve their cultivation.

Many monks present have been unable to break through in cultivation for many years. For them, this pill is nothing more than a glimmer of hope. Some are even ready to spend all their money to bid for it.

"What's the starting price?"

A monk asked impatiently, his voice full of urgency.

"Yeah, let's start quickly!"

Another monk urged, his eyes flashing with impatience.

The entire auction house was enveloped in this urgent atmosphere. Obviously, many people regarded this Emperor's Essence Pill as a must-win item.

In this lively atmosphere, Lin Fan seemed unusually calm.

He turned to look at Ximen Zhi, who was sitting next to him, and asked in a light tone: "Did you take it?"

Ximen Zhi's eyes were firm. He did not avoid Lin Fan's gaze and answered frankly: "Yes, practicing the formation requires a lot of spiritual stones. I don't want to use your spiritual stones all the time."

Lin Fan looked at Ximen Zhi's unusually calm expression and felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He really wanted to show Ximen Zhi the mountains of spiritual stones in the Chaos Tower and tell him that he could provide everything he needed.

As the middle-aged man announced the starting price of the Di Huang Jing Pills: "The starting price of the Di Huang Jing Pills is a mid-grade spiritual stone, and the price increase is 2000 mid-grade spiritual stones!"

The atmosphere in the auction room reached a boiling point. His voice echoed in the auction house, stirring up waves in people's hearts.

In an instant, quotations came and went, like a fierce battle.

The quotations quickly skyrocketed, from , to, and finally to mid-grade spiritual stones.

Every increase in price is like a bomb that explodes in the auction house, causing waves of exclamations.

When the price of 50,000 medium-grade spiritual stones was quoted, the scene suddenly fell into a brief silence.

This price is already the limit for many participants. Their faces are solemn, and their eyes flash with hesitation and struggle.

For them, bidding for the Emperor's Essence Pill is almost equivalent to investing all their savings. It is a gamble, betting on future cultivation and achievements.

In this tense atmosphere,

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

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, with a hint of challenge in his voice.

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

He continued shouting, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Just when he was about to shout for the third time, a thin young monk suddenly stood up. His voice was firm and decisive: "Mid-grade spiritual stone!"

His voice rang out in the auction room, like a thunder, breaking the silence.

The entire auction house was in an uproar, and everyone's eyes were focused on the young monk.

He had a determined expression on his face, and unquestionable determination in his eyes.

Everyone in the courtyard turned their attention to the young monk who bravely bid for the winning spiritual stone.

However, in front of everyone, the buyer who had just quoted 50,000 medium-grade spiritual stones called out for the medium-grade spiritual stones without any hesitation.

His voice was relaxed and confident, as if to show that no matter who bids, he has the determination and ability to continue to increase the price.

Lin Fan followed the sound and saw that the bidder was thin and wearing a black robe. His face was covered by a black gauze, making it difficult to identify his true face.

But even so, Lin Fan could feel his youth and confidence from his body shape and temperament.

He seemed to be around 20 years old, and his sharp outlines revealed his firmness and determination.

As soon as the price for these 60,000 medium-grade spiritual stones came out, no one else in the courtyard made a bid.

Obviously, this price is beyond the affordability of most people.

The atmosphere in the auction room became heavy, and the faces of the participants showed expressions of disappointment and helplessness. They understood that this Earth Emperor Essence Pill was no longer within their reach.

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

The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, with obvious excitement and satisfaction on his face. There was greed in his eyes, and he was obviously very satisfied with the price.

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

He continued to announce, with an unconcealable excitement in his voice.

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

When he announced the price for the last time, his voice almost reached a climax, and the entire auction house shook.

With the successful bidding for the last treasure of the auction - Dihuang Jingwan, the entire auction house was filled with an atmosphere of ending.

The middle-aged man's voice echoed throughout the venue, announcing: "Congratulations to buyer No. 3, who won an Earth Emperor's Essence Pill at the price of a medium-grade spiritual stone!"

There was a sense of satisfaction and excitement in his voice that the auction was undoubtedly a huge success.

Immediately, he announced that the auction was officially over, bringing an end to this exciting event.

The atmosphere in the auction house gradually calmed down, and people began to leave one after another, taking with them their own gains and feelings.

After the auction, Lin Fan was busy handling the procedures.

After deducting the spiritual stones and handling fees he deserved, he paid a large amount of spiritual stones before he could receive the treasures he won - the bronze mirror, the fire spirit bead and the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

His expression looked slightly tired, but his eyes shone with satisfaction.

These precious treasures are undoubtedly a great harvest for him.

At the same time, Ximen Yan also received one of the high-grade spiritual stones he obtained at the auction.

His face was filled with unconcealable joy, and his eyes were shining with light, as if he was thinking about how much improvement these spiritual stones would bring to his practice.

Among the casual cultivators of the Qingyun Sect, possessing such a large number of middle-grade spiritual stones is enough to make him the center of attention, and he can even be regarded as a slightly famous upstart.

Just as Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi were about to leave the auction house, a slightly urgent voice came: "Wait a minute, everyone!" the old man in charge of the appraisal shouted to them.