Chapter 83 Aunt Mu, I can’t breathe

An hour later, a beautiful woman in a red dress appeared on the central high platform.

She had a curvy figure, skin like snow, and her beautiful face exuded alluring charm with every gesture and smile.

Wanxiang Hall had already closed its doors, preparing to begin the auction.

As the beautiful woman in red ascended the stage, the many Cultivators sitting outside also quietly settled down, their gazes fixed on her.

The beautiful woman smiled faintly, standing gracefully, her beautiful eyes sweeping across the crowd, and her soft, charming voice echoed in all directions.

"Fellow Daoists, Wanxiang Hall is deeply honored that you have come to participate in this auction."

Fu Huaian looked towards the high platform; being so close, he could clearly see her graceful figure not far away.

He nodded slightly, realizing that Wanxiang Hall had put a lot of thought into finding such a beautiful woman to host.

After the beautiful woman in red said a few simple words, she did not delay; with a flash of light, a long wooden box floated onto the high platform.

She walked gracefully, standing beside the long wooden box, and gently opened it, revealing a pitch-black long sword inside.

Her smile deepened as she looked around.

"Esteemed guests, please look at the first item for auction: the Moyun Sword, a Spirit Treasure-grade Spiritual Artifact, containing the remnant soul of a wolf demon, with considerable power.

The starting bid is three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and each bid increment must not be less than fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Below the stage, gazes immediately swept towards the Moyun Sword; a few Sword Cultivators were delighted, not expecting the first item to be a Spiritual Sword.

"Four hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

A young Sword Cultivator below the stage was the first to call out a price, but several people immediately followed, shouting:

"Five hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Seven hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

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The Undergoing Tribulation Realm Cultivators in the private rooms and the important figures in the small halls above had no interest in speaking, looking down with boredom.

Fu Huaian glanced at the sword, finding it uninteresting, and sat on the soft chair, chatting with his wives.

A quarter of an hour later, the Moyun Sword was bought by a Cultivator below the stage for two million five hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Compared to the sword itself, the price was not too high; it was considered good value for money.

After the item was auctioned, the wooden box disappeared silently.

Once the auction ends, the Cultivators who won bids will go to the side hall to pay Spirit Stones and retrieve their items.

The second item for auction was a Medicinal Pill that could significantly help Tai Xu Realm Cultivators Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm.

In Si Yang City, such Medicinal Pills were quite precious.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators below the stage fought fiercely for it!

The Medicinal Pill, with a starting bid of eight hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, was finally auctioned off for four million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Fu Huaian frowned slightly, feeling a bit bored waiting; everything seemed to be useless.

For the remaining hour, the auction items were varied, with starting bids all within a million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

The Undergoing Tribulation Realm Cultivators in the private rooms and the important figures above still had no interest in speaking.

When the eighth item appeared on the high platform, Fu Huaian, who was resting his head on Yao Qi's lap, his eyes lit up, and he gained some energy.

He sat up straight, his gaze fixed on the miniature flying shuttle.

The beautiful woman in red looked at the flying shuttle and introduced it with a soft, charming voice:

"This is a top-grade Spirit Rank flying Spiritual Artifact; at full speed, it is comparable to a Land Immortal Realm expert, crafted by a fifth-grade Artifact Refining Great Master over three years, using countless precious Materials!

The starting bid is five million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and each bid increment must not be less than two hundred thousand."

Fu Huaian waited for a moment, then a deep voice came from the adjacent private room:

"Ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Fu Huaian looked sideways towards that direction, but his naked eye could only see the wall, unable to discern who was inside, unless he forcefully used his Divine Sense to probe.

That would obviously be impolite.

Presumably, people outside also couldn't see the appearances of Fu Huaian and his party.

"Twenty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Fu Huaian condensed his Spiritual Qi, and his clear voice rang out.

He was too lazy to slowly compete; he just wanted to make a sufficiently high bid to acquire it quickly and cleanly.

He happened to be lacking a top-grade flying Spiritual Artifact!

The Cultivators below the stage all looked surprised and did not participate in the bidding; as expected of Undergoing Tribulation Realm Cultivators, their bids started in the tens of millions of Spirit Stones.

"Thirty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Clearly, a top-grade Spiritual Artifact whose speed was comparable to a Land Immortal could not be acquired for twenty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

"Fifty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Fu Huaian remained unhurried, calling out the price casually.

The value of any ordinary Spiritual Vein in his Secret Realm was nearly ten billion Low-Grade Spirit Stones; now, Spirit Stones were truly just a string of numbers to him.

Ji Nan Yuan glanced at him, her eyes sparkling; fifty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones was not a small sum even for the entire Great Yan Dynasty, and now her Fu Huanghou (Empress Fu) was so wealthy.

She was happy just watching.

After waiting for a moment, the beautiful woman in red robes saw that no one was continuing to bid, and her voice spread throughout the area:

"Fifty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, are there any other esteemed guests who wish to bid?"

Five breaths later, no one bid.

The beautiful woman in red turned towards the private room where Fu Huaian was staying, a charming smile on her beautiful face.

"Congratulations to the esteemed guest for winning the top-grade flying Spiritual Artifact!"

As soon as the beautiful woman in red finished speaking, the exquisite miniature flying shuttle disappeared, and the next auction item appeared on the high platform.

The item was three translucent white fruits.

A faint, rich Spiritual Qi drifted around the fruits.

The three fruits were neatly placed in a wooden box, which was lined with soft red cloth.

"Esteemed guests, this auction item is extraordinary; it is called Yinling Daoguo! It surpasses Immortal Rank and has reached Dao-Grade! Its effect can shape top-grade Spiritual Roots for those without Spiritual Roots!

The starting bid is fifty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and each bid increment must not be less than one million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Even though the Yinling Daoguo had been advertised for over half a month, the Cultivators below the stage still gasped in admiration.

Its grade had reached Dao-Grade!

It could be said to be a top-tier Heaven And Earth Treasure.

But after their exclamations, the only interest left in their hearts was to see something rare; they were quite indifferent to the Yinling Daoguo itself.

After all, most of the people sitting here were capable of cultivating immortality.

This Yinling Daoguo was of no use to them.

Presumably, this was also the reason Yu Long Sect brought it out for auction.

Those who were extremely eager for the Yinling Daoguo were mostly the emperors of Dynasties or top aristocratic families who could not cultivate.

Some Cultivators on the mountains who had children but no Spiritual Roots also had a high probability of participating in the bidding.

"Sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

The bidder was a Nascent Soul Realm Cultivator below the stage; his expression was solemn as he sat quietly.

Most people glanced at him and knew that this young man was definitely sent by some force; he didn't need this item personally!

"One hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

This time, the bid came from a certain woman in the small hall above, her voice light and ethereal, likely quite young.

In the small hall above, Han Jianqing looked at the young girl not far away, a gentle smile appearing on his face, and his voice soft:

"If Miss Nangong wants this Yinling Daoguo, just tell me, and my Yu Long Sect will respectfully deliver it to your Immortal Cave."

Nangong Qingwu's pretty face furrowed slightly, she shot Han Jianqing a glance, rolled her eyes, and said coquettishly:

"Stop fawning!"

Beside her, a beautiful woman in a black long dress smiled and dotingly pulled her into her embrace.

Her bosom was even larger than the little girl's head…

Nangong Qingwu wiggled, and said in a muffled, coquettish voice:

"Aunt Mu, I can't breathe!"

Mu Yaoxiang was startled, pulled the little girl out of her embrace, and chuckled softly, pinching her delicate nose.

Mu Yaoxiang's eyebrows were like distant mountains, her skin like congealed fat, a subtle fragrance floated around her, and her eyes were like autumn water on her gentle and beautiful face.

"Qingwu, what do you want that fruit for?"

"Hmm~ It looks delicious!"

Mu Yaoxiang was helpless, and smiled gently.

Han Jianqing had already withdrawn his gaze.

Neither Nangong Qingwu nor Aunt Mu were people he could afford to provoke!