Immortal Road

“Forty-five thousand spiritual stones.” Since Ishikawa was determined to take the Netherworld Sword, there was absolutely no possibility of giving up.

He suddenly added five thousand spiritual stones, which made everyone stunned, and then burst into exclamations.

“Young Master, you can’t add any more. This person is determined to get it. There is no point in us fighting with him.” The middle-aged man persuaded again.

“Brother Qin, I don’t need any earth-based magic tools, and the magic tools are enough now.” Qiu Yun also hurriedly persuaded.

Qin Yong’s face turned red and white. Forty-five thousand spiritual stones is definitely not a small number. He knew very well that he only had more than 50,000 spiritual stones on him. And these 50,000 spiritual stones are all useful.

And Qin Yong can use only more than a hundred spiritual stones a day. This is indeed very generous for ordinary cultivators, but it is nothing when you take it to the auction house.

Of course, if the Netherworld Sword can be taken for 30,000 spiritual stones, it doesn’t matter if it is given to Qiu Yun. As long as Qiu Yun is in hand, this sword will be the same as his own.

In this way, the remaining 20,000 spiritual stones combined with the spiritual stones on the middle-aged man are enough to bid for the treasure.

But if all the 50,000 spiritual stones on him are spent and any treasure is missed, the consequences will be serious.

The middle-aged man reminded Qin Yong, and he was shocked. He almost caused a big disaster. He sat down quickly without paying attention to the eyes of the crowd. Pretend that nothing happened.

The middle-aged man naturally saw what Qin Yong was thinking, and whispered: "Young Master, this man is rich and powerful, and it seems that he has an extraordinary origin. Everything he wants is determined to get. We don't need to be on the same level with him."

This sentence is naturally to save some face for Qin Yong. After all, just now, Qin Yong insisted that he would bid for this Hades Sword and give it to Qiu Yun.

"I can see it too, so I won't be on the same level with him." Qin Yong comforted himself.

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“Congratulations to this fellow Taoist for winning the Netherworld Sword at the price of 45,000 spiritual stones.” The white-bearded old man said with a smile.

The price of this Netherworld Sword was high enough, so his profit was naturally not cheap.

The following treasures were dazzling and dazzling, but they had two things in common, one was expensive, and the other was rare.

These treasures were either from ancient relics, treasures left by ancient monks, or made of precious and rare materials, or powerful.

Although Ishikawa was very interested, the spiritual stones in his pocket were only enough to buy a few pieces, so he would not easily bid unless he was very tempted by the treasure.

“The next treasure was obtained from the ancient relics. I don’t need to talk about the ancient relics, and everyone knows it. This treasure was obtained from the side of a Jindan-stage monk who passed away.”

The white-bearded old man took out a sword from the storage bag, but this sword was only half. The whole body was shining with silver light.

Ishikawa was attracted by the sword at first sight. He stared at it for a long time and suddenly said in shock: "Is this sword made of mithril?"

The cross section of the sword has no other colors. It is crystal silver and shines with soft light.

"I believe all Taoist friends have seen that this sword is made of mithril. I think you all know the value of mithril. The starting price is 50,000 spirit stones, and each increase must not be less than 1,000 spirit stones."

As soon as the white-bearded old man said this, the hall suddenly became silent.

Ishikawa thought secretly in his heart: "This sword has been abandoned, and it is so expensive. It must be because of the material of the sword. But looking at the degree of damage, it seems unlikely to be repaired. Moreover, if this sword can be repaired, the auction house will not repair it, and those foundation-building cultivators will not sit idly by and let these Qi training cultivators bid for it."

After thinking about it, Ishikawa concluded that this sword must be irreparable and useless. Otherwise, it would not be sold at the low price of 50,000 spiritual stones.

Just because it is useless to others does not mean that it is useless to Ishikawa. With the Immortal Palace, this half-broken sword can be easily transformed into the hot mithril.

Ishikawa estimated that such a large piece of mithril is far more than 100,000 spiritual stones.

Of course, it would be best to buy it at the lowest price. So Ishikawa was not in a hurry to bid, to see what others thought of this half-broken sword.

"Fifty-one thousand spiritual stones." Someone bid.

After a quarter of an hour, no one raised the price.

The white-bearded old man hesitated slightly and said, "Fifty-one thousand spiritual stones for the first time..."

"Fifty-two thousand spiritual stones." Ishikawa said.

"Okay, this fellow Taoist bids fifty-two thousand spiritual stones, is there a higher price?" The white-bearded old man asked happily.

There was silence. Even the cultivator who had just started bidding did not raise the price.

The white-bearded old man shook his head helplessly and said, "52,000 spiritual stones, the first time... the second time..."

"I'll offer 60,000 spiritual stones." Someone suddenly shouted.

Ishikawa's face changed slightly. The fat meat that was about to be eaten was suddenly taken by someone. Ishikawa couldn't help but look over.

The one bidding was Qin Yong again.

Qin Yong looked at Ishikawa with a smile.

"70,000 spiritual stones." Ishikawa raised the price by 10,000 without hesitation.

"80,000 spiritual stones." Qin Yong also didn't give in at all.

"Young Master, I didn't tell you well just now. Why did you suddenly auction this thing again? You must know that the spiritual stones in our bodies are all useful. Otherwise, I cannot bear the blame of the master."

"Okay, Old Liu, I won't really buy such a junk thing." Qin Yong leaned on the middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "Didn't you just say that this person is bound to win the thing when he bids for it? I really swallowed. Don’t give up. Since he is so wealthy, I will let him spend more spiritual stones and bid higher.”

The middle-aged man couldn't help but smile bitterly. He just said this to comfort Qin Yong. Should he be asked to tell the truth now?

"Ninety thousand spiritual stones." Ishikawa refused to give in. No matter what the person's mentality was in auctioning this treasure, as long as it was within a reasonable price, Ishikawa would not give in. Ninety thousand spiritual stones actually don't make much profit anymore.

The mithril decomposed from this half sword is only about a hundred thousand spiritual stones.

"Young master, it's almost enough. Ninety thousand yuan is a lot. Don't make any more money with him." The middle-aged man breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Ishikawa making another bid.

But before he finished spitting out, Qin Yong immediately shouted: "One hundred thousand spiritual stones."

Ishikawa shook his head and smiled helplessly. One hundred thousand spiritual stones are too expensive, and the profit is too low. Although it is not a loss-making business, it is not necessary.

If Qin Yong wants it, let him take it. Ishikawa really couldn't understand what the use of Qin Yong was for taking this thing.

A broken sword that no one wanted was instantly auctioned for 100,000 spiritual stones. This was the most amazing scene in today's auction.

Everyone is waiting for Ishikawa's movement.

Qin Yong became a little complacent and thought to himself: "Aren't you rich? Then I'll let you spend more, fifty thousand more spirit stones than you just spent. I think that's enough."

But after a while, Qin Yong felt something was wrong. Why didn't the monk with the black mask increase the price?

"Add it! Add it! Just add it one more time." Qin Yong said silently in his heart.

However, the monk with the black mask was talking about something with the monk next to him. Apparently, he had forgotten about the auction.

An ominous premonition came to Qin Yong's heart.

"Hey, let's put on a mask. Don't you have any spiritual stones? If you don't have any spiritual stones, I'll lend you two!" Qin Yong stood up and burst into laughter. "If you don't have any spiritual stones, don't slap the fat man in the face to attend." What auction?"

Ishikawa seemed not to have heard anything and was asking Yanshan about the cultivation sects and family power of Nanliang Kingdom.

It has to be said that Yanshan knows a lot of gossip. He knows all about the minor conflicts and marriages between a certain family.

A quarter of an hour later, the white-bearded old man said loudly: "The final auction price of the Mithril Sword is 100,000 spiritual stones. Congratulations to this fellow Taoist."

When Qin Yong heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.

"The following treasure was also obtained from ancient relics, and its specific use is unknown." The white-bearded old man took out a compass-like thing, but this compass had eight corners, and each corner was a hexagram. Very strange.

"The starting price of this treasure is 30,000 spiritual stones, and each increase in price will not be less than 1,000 spiritual stones."

Before the white-bearded old man finished speaking, he heard the boy who came to collect the spirit stones shout: "Steward, this senior brother can't get the spirit stones. I don't want the mithril sword either."

As soon as he said these words, the whole place suddenly burst into laughter.

The auction is held once every three years. In order to prevent monks from randomly bidding, extremely strict regulations are set. Especially the second half.

Before the auction, the white-bearded old man had emphasized that this situation would not happen, but now, it actually happened.

"Fellow Taoist, I don't want this broken sword, I want to bid for the Bagua Yi." Qin Yong shouted: "He bid 90,000, give it to him, I don't want it anymore."

The white-bearded old man's face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "You don't want it just because you said you don't want it? Are you treating the auction as a child's play?"

"I came here just for the Bagua Yi. I didn't want this broken sword in the first place." Qin Yong's face turned pale and his words were somewhat incoherent.

"One hundred thousand spiritual stones, not one less. If you can't get it out, I don't care which of your children you are, you will all be punished according to the rules of the auction house: abolish your cultivation!"

"No, no!" Qin Yong almost fainted when he heard this.

"Uncle Liu, go find my father and save me. I don't want to waste my cultivation."

The middle-aged man sighed, took the storage bag from Qin Yong, took out his own storage bag, and said respectfully to the white-bearded old man: "I'm Liu Zishan of Tulingmen, my nephew was abrupt today. I hope the steward can accept the 10,000 spirit stones first, and the remaining 20,000 spirit stones will be delivered in a few days.”

The white-bearded old man smiled coldly and said: "Twenty thousand spiritual stones, I really don't care about it. But if it spreads like this good nephew like you, how can my auction stand? This kind of wanton price increase Yes, it must be severely punished. It’s enough to produce one hundred thousand spiritual stones within a quarter of an hour. If you can’t produce it, your cultivation will be abolished!”

"Miss Qiu." The middle-aged man looked at Qiu Yun pleadingly.

Qiu Yun handed over a storage bag and whispered: "Ten thousand spiritual stones, that's all I have."

"Fellow Taoists, if anyone is willing to lend me 10,000 pieces of spiritual stones, our Tuling Sect will definitely double the amount of gratitude." No matter how much Liu Zishan begged, no one answered.

Liu Zishan suddenly saw Ishikawa, and hurried over, bowed and said: "My fellow Taoist, my nephew is ignorant, don't argue with him. How about giving you this mithril sword for 50,000 spiritual stones?"

Liu Zishan had no choice. 10,000 spiritual stones was really not a small amount. No one would be willing to lend it to him. Especially at this stage, the fine treasures are the last to appear.

He could only ask Ishikawa to buy this half of the mithril sword.

Ishikawa shook his head and said: "50,000 spiritual stones are really a bit expensive."

"50,000 spiritual stones is already low enough, not to mention that the Taoist was very interested in the item just now."

Ishikawa waved his hand and said: "I was interested just now, but I may not be interested now. Thank you, my dear nephew, otherwise I would have to spend so many spiritual stones to buy such a useless thing."

"You..." Liu Zishan looked at the wooden Qin Yong, feeling anxious and angry.

"There is still half an incense stick of time. If you can't take out 100,000 spiritual stones, don't blame me for being rude." The white-bearded old man urged.

"10,000 spiritual stones, Daoist friend, take it or not." Liu Zishan gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Now, there is no other way. If he doesn't collect 100,000 spiritual stones, Qin Yong's cultivation will be abolished, and he will never redeem it.

"Deal!" Ishikawa threw out a small storage bag and then put the half of the mithril sword into the immortal mansion.

Liu Zishan handed the 100,000 spiritual stones that he had finally collected to the servant, and his face turned pale. The purpose of this visit was to get the next auction item, the Bagua Instrument. Unexpectedly, before a single bid, all the spiritual stones on his body were used as wedding clothes for others.

But at least Qin Yong's cultivation was preserved. Liu Zishan sighed and whispered, "Young Master, let's go."

"Are you okay? Uncle Liu?" Qin Yong began to react now.

Qiu Yun came with them, so naturally they left together.

Walking to Ishikawa's side, Qin Yong suddenly said viciously: "Boy, wait, I will make you pay double."

"If you don't have spiritual stones, don't try to be rich by attending an auction." Ishikawa said indifferently: "Goodbye, I won't see you off!"

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