Two days later, the Harmonious Bond Sect's once-in-a-century trade fair officially began.
Devil Dao cultivators from the State of Qi, as well as the neighboring countries, poured into Tianluo City.
At this time, Wang Changsheng was standing in front of a magnificent golden palace. A silver plaque hung above the entrance with the words "Jin Xin Palace" written on it. The entire palace was shrouded in a layer of pink light, making it appear very mysterious.
Dozens of Harmonious Bond Sect disciples patrolled the palace to ensure that nothing went wrong during the trade fair.
Two black-clothed cultivators stood guard at the entrance of the palace. Core Formation cultivators who entered paid them a mid-grade spirit stone and took a ghost mask from them before entering.
"We'll take three." The grey-clothed old man threw three mid-grade spirit stones to the guard.
The guard immediately took out three ghost masks and handed them to Wang Changsheng and the other two.
The grey-clothed old man and the middle-aged man took the masks and immediately put them on before walking in.
When Wang Changsheng saw this, he also put on a ghost mask and walked in.
After entering the palace, they were greeted by a large hall that was about an acre in size.
At the center of the hall was a circular platform that was about thirty meters wide. A white wooden table was placed on top of the platform.
Around the circular platform were several hundred ancient wooden chairs. A small half of them were already occupied. Judging from their clothes and hair, there were men and women of all ages.
Most of them were wearing ghost masks. Even though Wang Changsheng's spiritual sense was much stronger than other cultivators of the same level, he couldn't clearly see their faces. However, from the spiritual Qi fluctuations on their bodies, he could tell that they were all Core Formation cultivators. There wasn't a single Yuanying cultivator among them.
The hall was brightly lit. The ceiling and surrounding walls were inlaid with hundreds of fist-sized moonstones, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.
Wang Changsheng counted them and found that there were more than fifty Core Formation cultivators in the hall. There were still more Core Formation cultivators coming in from the back.
The fact that more than fifty Core Formation cultivators had gathered at a single trade fair was quite shocking.
This was the first time that Wang Changsheng had seen so many Core Formation cultivators gathered in one place. He couldn't help but feel shocked.
Wang Changsheng and the other two sat down near the front and closed their eyes to rest, waiting for the trade fair to begin.
Four hours later, more than a hundred Core Formation Stage cultivators had entered the Golden Vigor Palace.
After three loud rings of the bell, the trade fair began.
Over a hundred Core Formation stage cultivators stared at the white-robed man with a resolute expression on his face as he stood on the round platform.
The auctioneer was a mid Core Formation stage cultivator.
The white-robed man cupped his hands to the crowd and said with a smile, "Welcome Fellow Daoists to the trade fair held by our He Huan Sect. I won't say much about the rules, as I'm sure all Fellow Daoists are well aware of them. Once the trade fair is over, it will be time for Fellow Daoists to freely trade. If there is anything you want to trade or sell, you can come forward and display it. We won't interfere, and we won't charge any fees. Alright, back to the topic, the trade fair will officially begin!"
After he finished speaking, he flipped his hand and a foot-long rectangular jade box appeared in his hand. He opened the jade box to reveal a foot-long blood-red ginseng.
"The first auction item is a thousand-year-old Blood Qi Ginseng. Fellow Daoists who cultivate the Blood Dao shouldn't miss this opportunity. The starting price is three thousand spirit stones, and each bid must be at least five hundred spirit stones." The white-robed man said word by word.
Although this thousand-year-old Blood Qi Ginseng contained a large amount of Blood Qi, there weren't many people who bid for it. Only five or six people bid for it. In the end, it was won by a cultivator for ten thousand spirit stones.
The next few auction items also didn't have many bidders.
Wang Changsheng didn't find this strange.
The trade fair would last for two or three days. The items that were put up for auction at the beginning were naturally not of high quality. These items were considered precious to most Core Formation cultivators, but as long as they were willing to spend some time, they could collect them by going to several large markets and participating in several large auctions.
Thus, most of the Core Formation cultivators didn't participate in the auction. Instead, they kept their spirit stones for the items that were put up for auction at the end. It was said that one of the final auction items was a magic treasure, but no one knew if this was true or not.
As time passed, one item after another was sold. The atmosphere of the auction hall gradually heated up.
At this time, the white-robed man took out a fist-sized cyan crystal. On the surface of the crystal, there was a flame-like cyan light that was constantly flowing. It was quite peculiar.
"One piece of Cyan Firestone. It weighs three kilograms and is a rare material for refining tools. It can contain wood attribute spirit qi and is an excellent material for refining wood attribute magic treasures. The starting price is five thousand spirit stones, and each bid must be at least a thousand spirit stones."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Changsheng's face lit up with joy. He hastily shouted, "Six thousand."
"I bid eight thousand."
"The Old Man bids nine thousand."
"Ten thousand spirit stones."
… …
There were quite a few people who knew the value of the item. One after another, people bid. The price quickly reached ten thousand spirit stones, doubling the starting price.
Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng frowned and shouted, "Twenty thousand."
If the bidding continued, the price would very likely exceed twenty thousand. Instead of that, Wang Changsheng directly raised the price to twenty thousand, hoping to scare off some people who didn't really need this item.
Sure enough, as Wang Changsheng expected, when the price of twenty thousand was raised, the number of people who bid decreased by a lot.
"Twenty thousand." A somewhat low male voice sounded.
"Twenty five thousand." Wang Changsheng's voice was emotionless.
In order to refine the Spiritual Transformation Talisman, Wang Changsheng was determined to get this piece of Cyan Firestone.
"Twenty six thousand."
"Thirty thousand."
This time, no one bid. The price of thirty thousand spirit stones was indeed a bit high. Right now, the auction was only halfway through and there were still many good items to be auctioned. It was better to save the spirit stones for the later auction.
"Thirty thousand spirit stones going once, going twice, going thrice. Sold. This Cyan Firestone belongs to this fellow daoist. Fellow daoist can take this Cyan Firestone away after paying the spirit stones." The middle-aged man who hosted the auction repeated the item three times as usual to confirm the ownership of this item. Then, he said to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng nodded and quickly walked to the front of the round platform. He took out a heavy storage bag and threw it to the white-robed man.
The white-robed man opened the storage bag and glanced at it. He nodded with satisfaction and threw the Cyan Firestone to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng put away the Cyan Firestone and returned to his seat.
The white-robed man flipped his palm and a piece of cyan wood that was about a foot long appeared in his hand.
He said, "Five-hundred-year-old Cyan Mulberry Wood. It weighs five kilograms and is an excellent material for refining wood-attribute defensive magic treasures. The starting price is six thousand spirit stones. Each bid must be at least one thousand spirit stones."
"Twenty thousand." As soon as the white-robed man's voice fell, Wang Changsheng raised the price to twenty thousand, hoping to scare off other bidders.
"Twenty-two thousand."
"Twenty-five thousand."
"Twenty-seven thousand spirit stones."
Although Immortal Wang raised the price to twenty thousand spirit stones as soon as he arrived, there were still three people who participated in the auction.
"Thirty thousand." Wang Changsheng added three thousand spirit stones.
"Thirty-three thousand." A somewhat rough voice sounded.
"I bid thirty-five thousand." A pleasant woman's voice sounded.
Wang Changsheng heard this and his face sank. He said a price that shocked the cultivators present.
"Fifty thousand spirit stones."
As soon as this price was said, the hall was silent. This price was the highest bid since the beginning of the auction.
After a wave of commotion, quite a few people looked towards Immortal Wang's direction.
Anyway, the mask could block the detection of Divine Sense. Wang Changsheng was not worried that he would be recognized.
Hearing the bid of fifty thousand spirit stones, the man and woman who bid before were silent. The white-robed man who presided over the auction repeated three times in a row and announced that this piece of Cyan Mulberry Wood belonged to Wang Changsheng.
After paying the spirit stones, Wang Changsheng put away the Cyan Mulberry Wood and returned to his seat.
"Brother Wang, although the Cyan Mulberry Wood is rare, you bid fifty thousand spirit stones for this item. It has attracted some people's attention. You'd better restrain yourself." The grey-robed old man suggested.
Wang Changsheng nodded and thanked him through voice transmission.
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