In the mortal world, gold was the most beautiful and valuable thing, but the Precious-Tree House dealt mostly with the Cultivation practitioners, so they were used to the style of the Cultivation circle.
The most common currency in the Cultivation circle wasn't gold or silver, but the rarer and more precious crystal stone.
Jing Jiu knew about the crystal stone, but he hadn't had much contact with it. It was because the crystal stone was only useful for the Cultivation practitioners below the Undefeated State, and its effect was far inferior to the magic pills he usually took.
As for Zhao Layue, Aoyama had provided her with a constant supply of magic pills since she was born, so she didn't have to worry about it. "Do you have it?" she asked Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu shook his head.
The manager still had a smile on his face, but the expression in his eyes grew colder.
Jing Jiu took out a magic pill from his sleeve and put it on the table.
The magic pill had a dark red color. It didn't look special, but it had a pungent smell similar to mugwort when smelled carefully.
The manager had been working in the Precious-Tree House, so he was experienced and knowledgeable. He was startled for a moment, but his eyes brightened when he realized that it was what he wanted.
He didn't have time to seal the box, so he found two teacups as quickly as he could and put the dark red magic pill into them, and then he wrapped it tightly with a thin cotton paper a few times.
His expression relaxed a bit after he had done all this.
The expression on Zhao Layue's face changed slightly. This magic pill should be the Xuancao Pill, not from Shiyue Peak of Aoyama Sect, but from Xuanhua Mountain in Zhongzhou.
The manager looked at Zhao Layue and Jing Jiu with a more respectful expression.
No matter where these weirdos came from, no matter if they were wanted in Chaonan City, as long as they could take out a Xuancao Pill, they were qualified to be respected by the Precious-Tree House.
The manager led the two of them to a private room on the seventh floor, and left quietly after instructing them in a low voice about the matters to be paid attention to during the auction.
This private room was one of the best in the Precious-Tree House. Those regular Cultivation sects wouldn't be arranged to have a room in this room unless they were the elders.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue didn't know this. They pushed the door open and entered the room. They scanned the surroundings with their Sword Discernment. After confirming that there was no aura of the tactical formation and no one was spying on them, they untied the gray cloth.
The furnishings in the private room could not be considered luxurious, but they were definitely exquisite. A pot of Sparrow Tongue Tea was placed on the table, still giving off steam. It must have been freshly brewed when they left the first floor. Next to the teapot were a few plates of fruits and snacks, as well as hot and cold towels. Two wooden tablets were placed on both sides of the table in Silence.
In terms of details, the Precious-Tree House was indeed good.
However, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were not satisfied with it, because it was Room B.
After all, they had stayed in the Heavenly Room A in the Shangzhou Inn last night.
"Why are we here?" Jing Jiu asked.
Zhao Layue didn't hide here to evade the pursuit of the guards of Chaonan City.
She said, "The current manager of the Precious-Tree House is Lei Poyun's grandnephew."
It turned out that the backer of this place was Bihu Peak.
"And?" Jing Jiu asked.
Zhao Layue thought, Why do you still ask when you already know the answer?
"Bihu Peak lost two Thunder-Soul Woods, and Lei Poyun died due to going mad, which must have something to do with Senior Grandmaster's ascension."
She said, "Even if he is dead, there will still be clues left behind. Lei Poyun wouldn't dare harm Senior Grandmaster alone, so he must have been lured by those big demons outside of Aoyama. The Precious-Tree House is one of the channels of communication between Aoyama and the outside world, and the manager is his grandnephew. I think there must be something fishy here."
Jing Jiu thought that the demons might not be the demons, and the people outside the mountain might be the ones inside the mountain.
He asked again, "Why don't we find the manager directly?"
Zhao Layue said, "Because he won't tell us, and he will even kill himself when he sees us. So we can only observe and see if we can find some clues."
Jing Jiu felt it was a troublesome matter.
He didn't think it was worth investigating.
He had calculated and deduced for a whole year in the mountain village, and he had figured out many things, but he didn't have any evidence.
There was no evidence for this kind of thing, only people.
Lei Poyun's state was stagnant, and he wanted to regain his strength with that sword, so he was persuaded by that person.
Since he had to ask, he might as well ask that person directly. Just like that summer night when he went to Bihu Peak to ask White Ghost.
The problem was how to find that person. He couldn't really go to all the hotpot restaurants in the world.
But Jing Jiu believed that as long as that person found out that he was still alive, he would definitely come to find him.
At that time, he could ask him directly why he did it.
But he didn't know when that day would come.
Would it be tomorrow, or countless years later?
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Cultivators usually meditated at night, so the auctions of the Precious-Tree House were always held during the day. However, there were no windows on the outer wall, so it looked like it was night. The auctioneer stood on the first floor, and his voice was accurately transmitted to every room through the sound-transmitting formation. The images of the items being auctioned would also be displayed in every room through the Virtual Mirror.
The guests who came to the Precious-Tree House for the first time were inevitably surprised, but Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue weren't interested at all. They had never attended an auction before, so they were curious about what would be auctioned. When they found that the items being auctioned were just some ordinary shanjing and elixirs, they felt even more bored.
Those who were willing to spend a lot of money to buy these should be ordinary rich businessmen or officials. For cultivators, these items were nothing special, but for them, they were the elixirs that could prolong their lives.
In the seventh round of the auction, the Precious-Tree House finally became lively. Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue still didn't care about it.
The item being auctioned this round was a box of Sedative Ice Tablets.
The Sedative Ice Tablets were produced in the North County, and there weren't many of them. Besides, most of them were controlled by the Northern Battlefront Army, which was hostile to the Windy-Broadsword Cult. Very few of them could be found in the cultivation world.
When the guests were about to start bidding, an old and gentle voice rang out.
"My fellow cultivators, we are the doctor monks from Moqiu. Today, I would like to ask for a favor …"
No one had expected to see the eminent monks of the Guocheng Temple in such an ordinary auction.
The sound of windows being opened was heard in the building, followed by countless greetings.
Zhao Layue felt surprised. She walked to the window and looked down. She saw two monks, one old and one young, standing downstairs. Their monk robes were old and clean, not like those Cultivation practitioners who exuded a natural and unworldly aura, but they gave off a feeling of stability and trustworthiness. … …
After a while, the people attending the auction learned that the two doctor monks of the Guocheng Temple were invited by the Aoyama Sect to deal with the big demon in the Muddy River. Now the big demon had been killed, and the Immortal Masters of the Aoyama Sect had gone back. However, the people who were frightened by the Dace Devil hadn't fully recovered yet.
The Sedative Ice Tablet was a precious medicine that was needed to treat those people.
The monks of the Guocheng Temple had no choice but to ask for help, because it was known to the world that they … were poor.
Many voices were heard, scrambling to be the first to speak.
"Don't worry, eminent monk. The Xuan Tian Sect will not participate in the bidding for this item."
"That's right. The Zihao School also agrees."
The manager of the auction house raised his hands, motioning for the guests to calm down. Then he turned to the old monk and said with a solemn expression, "You are a great monk. The Precious-Tree House can't just stand by and do nothing. The owner and the owner have just passed on the message that the Precious-Tree House will give this Sedative Icy Pill to the Fruit Formation Temple."
Hearing this, the people in the building applauded.
Suddenly, a cold voice was heard, completely different from the current atmosphere.
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