Chapter 1219: Chapter 1219

"Even for Immortal Path cultivators, it can serve as the main material for a Breakthrough Pill!

"Treasures like these are usually internally consumed by major temples. It was through great difficulty that our Boss managed to acquire this as a gesture of appreciation for your patronage over the years.

"The price isn’t high, just sixty middle-grade Spirit Stones."

Sixty middle-grade Spirit Stones, which equals six thousand low-grade Spirit Stones. For most cultivators, that’s definitely considered a luxury item.

This is just the starting bid.

Chen Sansi did not hesitate and was the first to call out a price.

Immediately, seven or eight other cultivators started bidding.

It wasn’t until he raised the bid to eighty middle-grade Spirit Stones that the pavilion quieted down significantly.

But there was one exception.

The mysterious cultivator from box "Ninety-Eight" refused to give up the fight.

In the end, the two competed until the price reached a full one hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones.

Even Chen Sansi began to feel a bit of a toothache.

He is undeniably a wealthy man now, but the funds in the treasury are not just for him; they are needed to support the court’s expenditures.

Ten thousand low-grade Spirit Stones could pay the salaries of many Immortal Officials for a year.

Even using Emperor’s Breath Soil to cultivate Spirit Plants in exchange for Spirit Stones requires a lot of time...

But since he’s already here, how could Chen Sansi give up so easily? He had no choice but to continue bidding.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator from box "Ninety-Eight" was unfazed. Whatever price he offered, the other would match.

Chen Sansi came out this time with quite a few millennial Spirit Plants, but their total value was only about four hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones.

He could continue to raise the bid, but that would deplete his Spirit Stones.

After all, he not only wanted the "Brahma Heaven Twin Vine" but also needed the "Bodhi Bone," and the latter was likely even more expensive.

The Witch noticed his predicament and, toying with the flowing water on the tea tray to create ice lotuses one after another, teased, "What, do you want to just snatch it?"

Chen Sansi ignored her.

He summoned a maid and said, "May I speak privately with the Daoist from box ’Ninety-Eight’?"

The maid confirmed he could.

Such disputes often occur at auctions, so participants are allowed to communicate in private to avoid bigger conflicts.

With the maid’s help, he directly used a short-distance Communication Array to connect the two boxes.

Chen Sansi transmitted through the array, "I desperately need the Twin Vine, but I was in a hurry when I left and didn’t bring enough Spirit Stones. I wonder if you could let me have the Twin Vine? Name your price, just leave me your contact information, and I swear I will repay you."

The other end was silent.

Peering from afar, he saw the window of box "Ninety-Eight" opened, letting him spot those sitting inside.

Inside the box sat a male and a female cultivator.

Both wore masks, rendering their true appearances indiscernible.

The male cultivator wore a light gray cloud-patterned robe and had a mundane incense bag hanging from his waist.

Chen Sansi’s pupils showed a hint of surprise.

The mysterious cultivator met his gaze, holding a teacup, and harshly spat out, "Get out!"

Chen Sansi’s eye twitched, his fists clenched involuntarily, but he eventually restrained himself, closed the door and window, and slowly sat back down.

The Witch mocked, "Such a rude person, and you can tolerate it? Truly deserving of being Gui Mountain Lord’s disciple."

Chen Sansi spoke, "Can you track this person? After the auction, take me to follow them."

The Witch replied playfully, "Now you’re talking, if you can’t get it, you should take it, why bother?"

Chen Sansi remained silent.

He announced his withdrawal from bidding, and the auction continued.

The finale was a supreme Magic Artifact of the Incense Fire Divine Dao, attracting a lot of competition.

Surprisingly, it was again won by the cultivator from box "Ninety-Eight."

This caused many cultivators to curse, yet they had to adhere to auction rules and left disgruntled.

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It was soon Chen Sansi’s turn.

He entered a room and was greeted by a noble young master in luxurious clothes.

The person looked extraordinary, yet a hint of sinister Qi was hidden within.

"Daoist, the items you bid for are all here."

The young master tossed over a storage bag, "Please check carefully."

Chen Sansi secured the items and paid the Spirit Stones.

"Your invitation says you are a Loose Cultivator from out of town?"

The young master personally poured tea for him.

Chen Sansi’s invitation to the auction had been verified by the Baihua Pavilion shopkeeper.

"In recent years, many Heavenly Water cultivators have moved their entire clans to the Western Continent. We’ve welcomed quite a few in Xie Yue Dao alone."

The noble young master remarked casually, "I guess it’s really chaotic over there."

Chen Sansi made some perfunctory remarks, eager to leave quickly.

But the noble young master clearly had an ulterior motive.

He rambled on before coming to the point, "You being new here must find everything unfamiliar. Leasing a Cave Mansion for an entire family is enormously costly.

"I have a suggestion.

"Our Baihua Pavilion is planning to expand and urgently needs a Core Formation Cultivator like you to oversee.

"If you’re willing to join us, you can become a Tributor of the Baihua Pavilion. Not only would you get a free Spirit Vein residency, but you’d also receive annual dividends. What do you think?"

"That’s a possibility."

Chen Sansi didn’t reject the offer directly, "But relocating an entire family is a big deal, so I would need some time to consider."

The noble young master replied, "How should we contact you in the future?"

Chen Sansi was about to make up an address when suddenly the door burst open.

A Baihua Pavilion attendant rushed in urgently, "Young master, something’s wrong! The spirit stones given by the ’Ninety-Eight’ cultivator are all fake!"

The young master stood up abruptly, "Ninety-Eight, isn’t that Brother Zhang? How could he use fake spirit stones?"

The attendant replied, "I checked with the Zhang family and found out that Young Master Zhang has been missing for a while..."

The young master’s expression grew serious, "Quick, send someone to chase them, and also invite the Elder!"

He was about to rush out, but then noticed Chen and his companion.

"Dear Daoists, I have some urgent matters to attend to. Please consider my offer and contact me at Pu Jue Temple later."

With that, the young master dashed out.

Chen Sansi looked at the Witch, "Take me to pursue the people from box ’Ninety-Eight’!"

Above the wilderness.

A man and a woman were flying through the air.

"You’ve really got a knack."

The female cultivator, who looked only eighteen or nineteen, with a charming and cute appearance, praised her companion, "You actually thought of using refined Hidden Dragon Crystal Stones as counterfeit Middle-grade Spirit Stones."

The male cultivator stopped controlling the sky, looked at the gorge below, and said, "Hurry up with the Array Formation."

The female cultivator jumped off the Magical Artifact, her hands moving continuously to hide Array Flags into the rock walls.

"We must act quickly."

The male cultivator said, "Once we get what we want from Wang, we need to leave immediately, or it’ll be troublesome once the monks from Pu Jue Temple arrive."

The female cultivator continued with the array formation, adding, "Once in my Sword Array, he won’t last more than a cup of tea’s time."

The male glanced at her, saying in a cold tone, "After this is over, we will be even, and you will go your way while I go mine."

The girl rolled her eyes and replied peevishly, "I know, my True Monarch of Ten Thousand Spirits Candle Light."

Chen Duhe’s eyes perked up, and he looked into the distance.