Chapter 411
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"It's just a high-class auction, yet so many factions have gathered here. It can't be that all of them are here to show off their strength, right? Could it be that there are some rare items to be auctioned?! "Long Bufan muttered to himself in puzzlement.
While Long Bufan was pondering, Mogen from the Devil Yuan Sect tilted his head and glanced at You Huanhuan. With a faint smile, he said, "Huanhuan, it has been two months since we last met."
His voice was gentle and full of magnetism, and his evil and handsome face held a wisp of a licentious and unrestrained smile.
"Yes, it has been a long time."
You Huanhuan smiled and nodded. Her frown and smile were neither too cold nor too intimate. She had a rather good grasp of her emotions.
"Buzz —!"
As the auction house was filled to the brim, the sound of a bell finally rang out in the spacious hall.
Soon after, a grey-haired old man suddenly appeared on the one meter tall auction stage.
Long Bufan took a closer look and realized that this person was Old Song from the Treasure Inspection Room in the morning.
"Today's auction is a great honor to all of you. This old man would like to thank everyone on behalf of my Purple Moon Sect." Old Song chuckled. His vigorous voice, supported by Yuan Power, resounded throughout the hall and into everyone's ears.
"Those who are able to come here are no ordinary people. I believe that I do not need to explain the rules. Next, let's begin the auction. "
Old Song directly skipped the pleasantries before the auction began. Evidently, he was a straightforward person. He stretched out his hand and pressed a bell on the table in front of him.
Immediately, two young and beautiful female attendants gracefully walked onto the auction stage with a golden plate in their hands. The golden plate was covered with a black cloth, making it impossible to see what was inside.
Old Song received the golden plate and lifted the cloth.
In an instant, a blood fruit the size of an egg appeared in everyone's line of sight.
The blood fruit faintly emitted a frightening bloody smell. Its shape was also extremely strange. It was like the shape of a beast, but it was impossible to tell what kind of Magical Beast it was. At a closer look, it felt more like it was pieced together by many different Magical Beasts. At a glance, it made one's hair stand on end!
"This is … Thousand Beast Fruit!"
Long Bufan looked at the blood-colored beast fruit in astonishment, his heart was full of shock.
He had once read about this in the Sect's Four Seas Pavilion. This Thousand Beast Fruit was not an innate ability, but a kind of evil artifact that was refined by humans. The refining method was very cruel.
This was because the refining method of the Thousand Beast Fruit required the condensation of countless Demonic Beasts' blood essence. This fruit had the miraculous effect of condensing the blood essence of a cultivator's physical body. Although it was impossible for a cultivator to have a breakthrough in their cultivation level, it was still very effective in increasing their blood essence.
It had to be known that if a martial artist's vitality was strong, it also meant that the physical body's capacity for True Essence would increase, and their physical strength would also be stronger. Even if they were seriously injured, their recovery speed would be faster than ordinary people. When their blood essence reached the limit, they could even regrow broken limbs and possess an indestructible body.
Therefore, when one reached a high level, blood essence was often more important than True Essence.
Long Bufan had previously absorbed a blood essence at the last level of the Disciplinary Tower. Compared to other cultivators of the same level, his blood essence was much more vigorous.
"The first item, Thousand Beast Fruit, the starting price is twenty thousand yuan crystal stones!"
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