Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

"Sister, do you think the person in the adjacent private room got ripped off?"

From the next room, a voice as melodious as a lark's could be heard.

"I think so too. That shabby wooden box doesn't seem worth it..."

The group whispered among themselves, and Chen Feng took a deep breath.

Quietly retracting his divine sense, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man who laughed like a chrysanthemum.

Chen Feng fell silent and glanced at the wooden box that had been delivered to him.

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

Chen Feng whispered softly.

Placing his hand on the treasure chest, he activated his mana.

The power of water surged intensely in all directions.

"Crack..."

A muffled sound, and the wooden box broke open.

Chen Feng's face turned completely dark.

This water spirit wooden box had been tampered with on the outside.

The inside was even more decayed.

There was still mana flowing above.

Obviously, the auction house did not expect Chen Feng to open the box at this moment.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the flames in his heart.

He looked at the thing in the middle of the box.

A long-lost treasure sword.

"Crack!"

The stone slab under his feet exploded.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Chen Feng took another deep breath and picked up the rusty sword.

"Hmm?"

As soon as he held it, Chen Feng felt that it was different. Although the sword was extremely decayed and covered in rust, the texture in his hand was different for a fourth-level refiner.

Chen Feng immediately determined that this sword was made of high-level materials.

At least, this sword was also a Spiritual Treasure.

With a thought, the sword engraved with the characters "Big Cloud" flew out of the storage ring and landed in Chen Feng's hand.

Without hesitation, he raised the Spiritual Treasure long sword and slashed at the rusty blade.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound, followed by a huge recoil force.

Chen Feng felt a tingling sensation in the hand holding the Big Cloud sword.

Looking closely, the blade of the Big Cloud sword in Chen Feng's hand had already curled up after striking the rusty sword.

A gleam flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

"Good stuff!"

After putting away the Big Cloud sword in his hand, Chen Feng carefully examined the rusty sword.

All traces on the surface had been concealed, and at the base of the hilt, there was a large rune.

"Above Spiritual Treasure!"

Chen Feng immediately concluded that this sword was at least one level higher than the Big Cloud sword.

Otherwise, the Big Cloud sword wouldn't have its blade curled up so easily with a simple collision.

After all, the Big Cloud sword was a Spiritual Treasure.

The main weapon of a Soul Formation cultivator, a treasure refined day and night.

How could it be so fragile?

Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to the rust.

He infused mana into the rusty sword.

Feeling that his mana was being devoured like a mud cow entering the sea, he slightly stunned and increased the input of mana.

After a long time, he reluctantly carved a few runes on the rusty sword that belonged to him.

"Let's call you Rusty Sword."

Chen Feng whispered softly, picking up the scattered fragments of the water spirit wood.

"Hmm? What's this..."

A yellowed animal skin scroll slipped out of one of the fragments.

Chen Feng caught it.

He carefully covered it with mana to prevent it from decaying and turning into ashes.

He cautiously opened it, thinking it might be a treasure map or some kind of mysterious inheritance token.

Upon opening it, he was dumbfounded.

Chen Feng fell silent and rolled it up silently, then opened it again.

The result was the same, a blank piece.

"I refuse to believe this!"

A drop of blood was forced out and fell onto the animal skin.

After waiting for a while, there was still no reaction.

"Could it be just an ordinary animal skin?"

Chen Feng was still a bit unwilling and ignited the mana attached to the animal skin.

However, he found that the animal skin remained unchanged, without any signs of being burned.

"It's a bit strange."

After studying it for a while, he still couldn't find anything. What secrets were hidden above?

However, even the Soul Formation animal skin couldn't withstand his true fire.

Chen Feng concluded that this thing must have specific conditions to unlock the information above.

He wasn't in a hurry and silently put it away in his storage ring.

"I need to find the Elder of the Heavenly Talisman Sect and learn about this box, where it came from."

Chen Feng's attention was now focused, determined not to give up easily.

Since he couldn't find any information now, he would find the location of this treasure chest.

"It seems like I need to ask some questions."

Chen Feng hung the rusty sword on his waist and casually crafted a scabbard to hold it.

His mood was quite good. Getting this rusty sword was definitely a gain for him.

A Spiritual Treasure, worth at least a hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones.

And this rusty sword was at least above a Spiritual Treasure, its value immeasurable.

After the auction of the Infant Transformation Pill ended, Chen Feng didn't rush to leave.

The Elder of the Heavenly Talisman Sect had cultivation at the peak of the Gold Core stage.

A third-grade talisman master.

When most people had left, Number One quietly appeared and disappeared into the crowd with the royal entourage.

"We made a big profit this time. It's the highest income we've had in twenty years!"

Behind the scenes, the Heavenly Talisman Sect group and the auction house staff were counting their gains.

"There are ninety thousand high-grade spirit stones, five hundred and seventy thousand medium-grade ones, and the combined value of the low-grade ones is four million medium-grade spirit stones!"

Among them, the auction house manager's face was filled with excitement as he greedily looked at the storage ring in front of him.

He would also get a good share from it.

The middle-aged man who presided over the auction also had an excited expression.

"I didn't expect that the Elder picked up that worthless box and someone actually bought it."

"Thirty thousand medium-grade spirit stones, tsk tsk."

"What picked up? It was clearly the harvest I risked my life to obtain!"

On the side, the Elder of the Heavenly Talisman Sect snorted lightly, unable to hide his joy in his eyes.

Even if he had to share it with the sect, he would still have at least twenty-five thousand high-grade spirit stones in income.

Thinking of this, he was also extremely excited.

"Yes, yes, I misspoke." The middle-aged man realized he had misspoken and quickly corrected himself.

Fortunately, the Elder was in a very good mood and didn't mind.

After counting, the Elder spoke up.

"This time, the total harvest is one hundred and eighty-seven thousand high-grade spirit stones. I'll take thirty-seven thousand, and you can take three thousand."

"The rest will be handed over to the sect's treasury."

"Is that appropriate?" The auction house manager spoke up, his eyes showing some dissatisfaction.

"What's inappropriate about it?" The Elder glanced at him.

"You take two thousand, and the rest will be divided among a few stewards. That should be enough."

The Elder continued, silently taking out a storage ring, counting it, and putting the income into it.

The manager glanced at the Elder and reluctantly took out three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

He took one thousand for himself and gave five hundred to the middle-aged man who presided over the auction.

The rest was divided among the two people beside him.

The distribution was complete.

However, the expressions of the few people were clearly not very good, and their gazes kept glancing towards the Elder.

They seemed hesitant to speak, their eyes filled with a hint of greed.

"What's wrong? Not enough?"