"Oh no, it's the Cang Lang Sect's East-Pole Laozu!"
Tian Qin Laozu's expression changed, and his hands conjured twelve spells in an instant. However, before he could cast the spells, the divine consciousness of the black-cloaked man had already broken through the seals of the twenty-fourth pavilion. Immediately after, the seals that Tian Qin Laozu had set up earlier also began to crumble.
"Stop!"
"Who are you, sir? How dare you behave so atrociously in this auction!"
"…"
The order in the auction hall had been thrown into chaos by the sudden outburst of the black-cloaked man. The Dharma Power Laozu, who had been hiding in the dark to maintain order, had never expected that the one to act up on the spot would be a mid Dharma adept, whose level of practice was no lower than theirs. For a moment, it was too late for them to stop him.
However, just as the black-clad cultivator's divine sense was about to break into the tower, the black-clad cultivator suddenly grunted and his body shook violently. It seemed as though he was enduring a great deal of pain. At the same time, he had only just destroyed the restrictive arrays of the other three towers. Just as the identities of the cultivators inside the four towers were about to be exposed, the black-clad cultivator's divine sense abruptly retreated like a receding tide.
The green-cloaked cultivator stood up abruptly. At this moment, seven or eight auras that were no weaker than those of the black-cloaked cultivator suddenly shot out from the auction hall. They locked onto the black-cloaked cultivator and the green-cloaked cultivator who had suddenly stood up. If the two of them made any further moves, the hidden sects of the Phantom City would be suppressed by the Laozu.
For a moment, everyone in the auction hall felt insecure, especially the cultivators near the black-cloaked cultivator. Most of them had been shaken by the sudden outburst of his divine consciousness and were bleeding from their mouths and noses. They had been caught in the crossfire and had wanted to avoid it, but they had been suppressed by the divine consciousness of a few mid Dharma adepts. However, there were also a few who were not seriously affected. It was clear that the Dharma Power Laozu had also concealed his level of practice to participate in this auction.
The black-clothed Laozu reached out to stop the cultivator in the green mist, "Don't move, they are prepared, it's too late now."
The cultivator, whose face was covered by the green mist, raised his head and seemed to be looking at Pavilions No.7, No.17, No.24, and No.33 floating in the sky. Even though his face was covered by the green mist, Lu Ping and the others seemed to be able to sense the anger in his sharp eyes.
The masked cultivator in black said coldly, "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the cultivator in Room 24 would have the Thought Dissolving Powder. I wonder when the secret of the Central Plains' Lu Family fell into your sect's hands?"
Because of the words of the masked cultivator in black, Room 24 became the focus of everyone's attention. However, the reputation of the Thought Dissolving Powder made many curious cultivators give up on the idea of spying. As for those who had not heard of the Thought Dissolving Powder, seeing that even the mid Dharma adept Laozu had been defeated, they naturally would not ask for trouble.
In the room, Lu Ping's expression was as cold as still water. He did not feel the slightest bit of joy at being able to trick the mid Dharma adept Laozu. The words of the masked cultivator in black were obviously using someone else to do his dirty work. Fortunately, the various sects were randomly teleported into the attics. Just now, with the deterrence of the Thought Dissolving Powder, the cultivators who had the intention of spying on them gave up. Thus, there was no need to worry about others discovering Zhenling's identity.
Tianqin Laozu formed a seal with twelve different hand seals and set up an even more intricate seal outside the attic to prevent others from spying on them. However, the deterrence of the Thought Dissolving Powder was enough.
In a corner of the auction venue, two cultivators stared at Room 24 with bright eyes. After a long time, Liao Runjia, who was beside them, secretly asked the cultivator next to him, "Brother Runjian, when did the secret of the Thought Dissolving Powder of our family be leaked?"
The cultivator next to him had a serious expression, but he said hesitantly, "The family has sent out a few bottles of the Thought Dissolving Powder before, so it's hard to guarantee that it won't end up overseas. If the secret of the Thought Dissolving Powder was really leaked, then it should be that bastard Peng Shiyuan from the Crystal Palace. I didn't expect him to have even stolen the Thought Dissolving Powder. I wonder how many more secrets of the family have been stolen by him. Could it be that the cultivator in Room 24 is a cultivator from the Crystal Palace? "
Liao Runjia wasn't sure either. He thought for a moment and said, "It could also be Xuan Ling Sect. After all, Peng Shiyuan was ordered to go to the North Sea. Now that Xuan Ling Sect and the Crystal Palace are on good terms, maybe he won't give the Thought Dissolving Powder to Xuan Ling Sect, but it's hard to say that he won't give a bottle of the Thought Dissolving Powder to Xuan Ling Sect as a favor."
The cultivator next to him looked at the four rooms in the sky and said, "The key to the problem is probably the 'Thin Water Sword.' Those four rooms are obviously taking turns to raise the price. Every time, it's after the black-robed cultivator and the cultivator in the green mist bid. It's obvious that these four rooms don't care about the Thin Water Sword, but rather that these two people are determined to get the Thin Water Sword. That's why they've tacitly agreed to take turns to bid. It's obvious that they don't want the two people to get the Thin Water Sword so easily. As long as we know the origin of the Thin Water Sword, then we'll know who these two people are and the identity of the four rooms in the sky."
A faint voice came from an unknown direction in the auction hall. It was directed at the black-robed cultivator and the cultivator in the green mist. "If the two of you still want the Thin Water Sword, it's best that you abide by the rules of this auction hall. No matter what, the two of you are people of high status. This time, Phantom City will give you face, but if there's a next time, the two of you don't have to leave Phantom City anymore."
Laozu of the late Dharma stage!
This auction hall actually had a late Dharma adept, Laozu!
"Hmph!"
The black-robed cultivator snorted coldly. This time, he didn't use the power of his divine will. Then, he sat down on his seat and coldly bid again, "One thousand four hundred high-grade spirit stones!"
Seeing this, the cultivator in the green mist also sat back down. He just tilted his head slightly, as if looking coldly at the four rooms in the sky. The hundreds of cultivators in the auction hall who had regained their order also looked at the four rooms that had taken turns to bid.
In room 24, Tianqin Laozu's expression changed, but he didn't say a word. The other three rooms didn't bid either. On the stage, Dong Laozu chuckled and said, "Since no one else is bidding, this Thin Water Sword belongs to this friend."
A servant in the early Core Forging stage held a wooden tray in his hand. The black-robed cultivator threw a storage bag from the wooden tray. The servant scanned the storage bag with his divine will, but he looked hesitant.
The black-robed cultivator snorted coldly again and pointed at the cultivator in the green mist who was sitting not far from him. The servant looked at Dong Laozu on the stage. Dong Laozu nodded slightly, and the servant walked towards the cultivator in the green mist.
The cultivator in the green mist looked back at the black-robed cultivator, as if there was nothing he could do. He also threw a storage bag into the wooden tray. The servant bowed slightly to the two and handed the wooden tray to Dong Laozu.
Dong Laozu placed the Thin Water Sword on the wooden tray. After the servant brought the Thin Water Sword over, he hesitated again. This time, the cultivator in the green mist took the initiative to point at the black-robed cultivator, and the servant handed the Thin Water Sword to the black-robed cultivator.
Seeing that the Thin Water Sword was in the hands of the black-robed cultivator, Tianqin Laozu calmed down and said, "It seems that the two sects have really joined forces. The Cang Lang Sect sent Dongji Laozu, so the other cultivator in the green mist should be Dongyi Laozu from the Cang Lang Sect."
Lu Ping knew these two people, or rather, all the slightly accomplished cultivators in the North Sea knew them. Dongji Laozu was the only mid Dharma adept in the Cang Lang Sect, and the other cultivator, Dongyi Laozu, was the only mid Dharma adept in the Cang Lang Sect, and he was only one step away from advancing to the mid Dharma stage.
The Cang Lang Sect now had one mid Dharma Laozu and three early Dharma Laozu. Although the Cang Lang Sect only had one mid Dharma adept and two early Dharma adepts, the Cang Lang Sect was Zhenling's ally. They had once received help from Zhenling, allowing one of the early Dharma adepts to reach the peak of the early Dharma stage, and he was only one step away from advancing to the mid Dharma stage.
Once these two sects joined forces, with two mid Dharma Laozu and five early Dharma adepts, there would be a total of seven Laozu. Their strength would have long surpassed the Shuiyan Pavilion and the Haiyan Sect, and they would be on par with the Xuanling Sect. The power structure of the North Sea training world would instantly change.
Tianqin Laozu seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He glanced at Lu Ping and said to the crowd, "The matter of the Thought Melting Elixir will end here. The Lu family of Central Plains is not weaker than our sect, but the Lu family is an alchemy family, and their hidden power in the Central Plains training world is far from what our sect can compare to."
In the middle of the auction hall, Dong Laozu had already taken out another item and started to introduce it. This was actually a type of spirit beast called "Wind Apricot." There were a total of three of them, but they attracted a lot of Lu Ping's interest. After the spirit beasts were refined into elixirs, they had a great effect on the training of a practitioner's physical body. The Bone-Forging Elixir that Lu Ping had obtained from the Liao family was one of them.
However, before Lu Ping could make a bid, Tianqin Laozu, who was beside him, had already raised the price to 500 high-grade spirit stones. Lu Ping thought about it and did not make another bid. This was because he had already noticed that after the Wind Apricot started to bid, almost in an instant, almost half of the 40 pavilions had already made a bid. Furthermore, in the auction hall, including the black-cloaked Dongji Laozu and the fog-covered Dongyi Laozu, there were also a few practitioners who seemed to be in the Dharma stage who had placed their bids. The price of the three Wind Apricot instantly rose from the starting price of 300 high-grade spirit stones to 400 high-grade spirit stones. It exceeded 500 and directly reached 600 high-grade spirit stones.
Lu Ping patted his chest without anyone noticing and coughed slightly. There was a small house made of gold hanging below his neck, and there were ten large Spirit Demon Peaches on the Spirit Demon Peach Tree in the middle of the gold house, and each one of them was worth as much as the Wind Apricot.
Tianqin Laozu gave up when the price of the Wind Apricot exceeded 700 high-grade spirit stones. In the end, the three Wind Apricot were won by the fourth pavilion at the price of 800 high-grade spirit stones.
After the three Wind Apricots were auctioned off, Old Ancestor Dong finally took out a high-grade earth-step origin treasure. The entire auction hall abruptly went silent, as the appetizer of the Spirit Fantasy City's Grand Auction Meet had finally ended.
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