Chapter 950: Chapter 950

The seventh-grade pill pellet is actually effective.

At this moment, the young woman beside the Taoist nun, her cultivation has clearly advanced to the Heavenly Level.

"This is incredible! If it can truly help someone advance from Earth-level peak to Heavenly Level, then thirty thousand crystal stones is really nothing."

"Spending thirty thousand crystal stones to obtain a Heavenly-level martial artist—totally worth it..."

People struggled to conceal their astonishment.

You must understand, advancing from Earth-level peak to Heavenly Level has always been an exceedingly difficult feat. Some people exhaust their entire lives but still fail to achieve it, ultimately stagnating at the peak of Earth-level cultivation.

With this pill pellet now, if someone can reach Earth-level peak before thirty, then they could become a Heavenly-level martial artist in their early thirties.

A thirty-year-old Heavenly-level martial artist holds so many future possibilities. Advancing to Profound Level before a hundred years old wouldn't even be far-fetched.

Thus, everyone marveled at the medicinal power of the seventh-grade Foundation Building Pill.

"Excuse me, are there any more of these seventh-grade pill pellets available?" someone shouted loudly from the side at this moment.

The elder on the platform responded calmly, "Of course, there are still more."

"Then I am willing to offer thirty thousand..." someone immediately shouted loudly.

"Let's stick to the rules for now. The Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror hasn't finished auctioning yet," the elder patiently explained.

Seeing the elder's response, the crowd momentarily refrained from saying anything further.

The elder then continued, "The Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror—thirty thousand spirit stones! Does anyone want to bid higher?"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, clearly no one was willing to bid further.

With the appearance of the seventh-grade Foundation Building Pill, some bidders who initially planned to compete reserved their strength, preparing to vie for the pill instead.

If a Heavenly-level martial artist could be cultivated before the age of fifty, their sect's power would undoubtedly rise to new heights.

Seeing no one raising their bids, the elder raised the wooden mallet. "Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror—thirty thousand spirit stones, first call... Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror—thirty thousand spirit stones, second call..."

Just as the elder was about to call the third time, a magnetic voice interrupted.

"For this bronze mirror, I bid thirty thousand one hundred spirit stones."

Ding Fan turned his gaze toward the bidder. The bidder was a withered old man—bald, with not a single strand of hair on his head. His cloudy eyes and labored movements made him appear feeble.

However, Ding Fan wasn't deceived by his appearance. Using his divine sense, Ding Fan discerned this person's cultivation was extraordinarily impressive—this elder was at Profound Level, third grade.

Originally, Ding Fan had planned to bid at the last second to secure the Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror. But unexpectedly, this disruptive competitor emerged halfway through.

After making his bid, the withered elder didn't pause long before Ding Fan immediately countered.

"I bid thirty thousand two hundred spirit stones."

Without hesitation, the withered elder replied, "Then I bid thirty thousand five hundred spirit stones."

"Thirty thousand six hundred spirit stones," Ding Fan did not flinch, refusing to back down.

"Thirty thousand eight hundred spirit stones."

"Forty thousand spirit stones."

"Forty thousand five hundred spirit stones."

Ding Fan spoke again, "I bid fifty thousand spirit stones."

The Emperor Pit Bronze Mirror could be used to cultivate divine consciousness. For this reason alone, even bidding one hundred million spirit stones wouldn't feel excessive. As long as the opponent raised the bid, Ding Fan followed suit.

Ding Fan was determined to obtain this bronze mirror.

The withered elder didn't show any intention of giving up; after pausing for a moment, he said, "For this bronze mirror, I bid sixty thousand crystal stones."

The crowd erupted in shock.

That was sixty thousand crystal stones!

What concept was this? Comparing it to the price of the seventh-grade Foundation Building Pill—thirty thousand crystal stones—it was enough to purchase two pills!

The people present began talking amongst themselves in fervent discussion.

"Are these two lunatics? Betting this much crystal stones on a mere bronze mirror whose purpose remains unknown."

"Even if it's an item from the Emperor Pit, it can't possibly be worth this much crystal stones."

"I think these two are simply trying to one-up each other."

Ding Fan ignored the chatter around him, fully focused on thinking of ways to secure the bronze mirror.

If he missed out on such a treasure, the regret would be unbearable. Ding Fan was resolute. Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱

The problem now, however, was that Ding Fan only had fifty thousand crystal stones—all of his assets combined.

Meanwhile, the withered elder had already bid sixty thousand crystal stones, a sum far surpassing the spirit stones Ding Fan had available.

After thinking carefully, Ding Fan steeled himself and finally spoke, "Senior, I currently do not have more spirit stones. However, I am willing to bid fifty thousand spirit stones along with one of those seventh-grade Foundation Building Pills. Would that suffice...?"

When Ding Fan finished speaking, the crowd turned their eyes toward him.

It was now clear from Ding Fan's words that the seventh-grade Foundation Building Pills belonged to him.

From the distance, Luo Li had been observing Ding Fan all along, but she hadn't anticipated that the seventh-grade pill pellet would turn out to be Ding Fan's.

Although Ding Fan had already surprised Luo Li numerous times throughout their journey, hearing that the seventh-grade Foundation Building Pill was his still left her momentarily stunned.

Sitting next to Xiao Wei, Song Jiacheng squinted his eyes at Ding Fan, his thoughts inscrutable.

Determined, Ding Fan risked everything to acquire the bronze mirror, even exposing himself to everyone present.

Treasure hunting is often ; without danger and bold moves, what's the point of striving to seize a treasure? Otherwise, one would merely be reduced to playing a supporting role for others.

"Senior, what is your response to my offer?" Ding Fan asked again.

"I need to consult someone about the matter," the elder replied to Ding Fan. "Stay here for a moment."

Having spoken to Ding Fan, the elder then addressed the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've encountered a slight issue, so I hope everyone can wait for a bit."

The crowd seemed agreeable.

The elder retreated backstage.

Behind the scenes, he glanced over the auction ledger. His expression sharpened as he noted that Ding Fan currently owned two seventh-grade Foundation Building Pills.

In addition to that, Ding Fan also owned a Spirit-level first-grade pill pellet.

Even for the seasoned elder, such information nearly left him dumbfounded.

Spirit-level pill pellets existed; the elder had seen them. But in his entire life, he'd only encountered one such instance—and that was over two hundred years ago...

Still holding the ledger, the elder hesitated. Feeling uncertain about the situation, he hurriedly proceeded to a small teleportation array nearby.

Activating the teleportation array, the elder vanished on the spot.

When the elder reopened his eyes, he found himself in a meticulously-arranged stone chamber.

Within, a white-haired elder woman sat cross-legged, her eyelids drooping, clearly deep in meditation.

The woman's appearance was strikingly beautiful. Despite her silver hair, her skin radiated a healthy glow, faintly rippling with vitality.

"Why are you here?" The elder woman asked softly without opening her eyes after a brief moment.

"Cave Master, an extraordinary person appeared at today's auction," the elder explained respectfully.

"An extraordinary person?" The woman chuckled lightly upon hearing this. "Extraordinary people are perhaps the most common thing I've encountered in my life. Tell me exactly what makes this person remarkable."

"The individual brought three seventh-grade pill pellets and also carries a Spirit-level pill pellet." The elder's statement caused the woman to snap her eyes open instantly.

"What did you say? A Spirit-level pill pellet?"

The elder nodded, "Indeed."

"Where is the pill pellet?" The woman asked.

With utmost reverence, the elder retrieved a pill pellet from his robes. "This is the Spirit-level pill pellet."

Holding the pill pellet, the woman trembled uncontrollably from sheer excitement. "It's genuine... It's truly a Spirit-level pill pellet."

"The person wants to use fifty thousand crystal stones plus one seventh-grade pill pellet to bid on the bronze mirror. Since we've never encountered a similar scenario before, I came to consult you," the elder said.

After a moment of contemplation, the woman finally instructed, "Agree to the deal."

The elder nodded. "Understood. I'll inform them immediately."

"Wait..." Just as the elder was preparing to leave, the woman stopped him.

"Cave Master, do you have any further instructions?"

"When the auction ends, make sure to bring that person directly to me, no matter what," the woman insisted. "Even if someone offers a higher price, still sell the item to them."

Once again, the elder nodded. "As you wish, Cave Master."

After issuing his response, the elder turned and departed. Watching his retreating figure, the woman muttered softly to herself.

"An alchemist?... Someone from the Cultivation World?..."

The audience waited for some time. At last, the elder returned. However, many had grown impatient during the delay, and the venue was slightly chaotic.

"Everyone, please calm down!" The elder's voice resonated clearly as he emerged from backstage.

The audience quieted upon noticing his return, restoring tranquility to the auction scene.

"To our friend here: after consulting, we have agreed to the exchange. Five thousand spirit stones plus the Foundation Building Pill for the bronze mirror—it's acceptable."

As applause erupted in the venue, the outcome was no surprise to Ding Fan. Unless the opposing party was irrational, they wouldn't have refused his offer.

Before the applause subsided, that deep magnetic voice interjected again.

"I request a reassessment of this young friend's offer, including the Foundation Pill, and I wish to continue bidding," said the withered elder.

This elicited a more focused gaze from Ding Fan toward the elder.

Divine consciousness and telekinesis differed. Ding Fan was certain the bronze mirror was useless for cultivating telekinesis; otherwise, its function wouldn't have remained unrecognized for this long.

Yet, the elder still insisted on fighting for this mirror...

Could it be this person was aware of the mirror's true value and purpose?

As Ding Fan pondered endlessly, the platform elder announced, "Apologies, my friend. We are no longer accepting further bids. The bronze mirror will be sold for fifty thousand spirit stones and one seventh-grade pill pellet to this friend."

The venue froze momentarily at this declaration.

No more bids accepted...

Luo Li stared at Ding Fan in disbelief.

What kind of person was this, who could make the auction house refuse any further competing offers just for him?!