Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 568 - 362: Chongliu Armor and Emperor Divine Blood
Chapter 568 -362: Chongliu Armor and Emperor Divine Blood
“1.35 million!”
“1.4 million!”
“1.5 million!”
In the Black Market auction hall of the Chu State Commerce, the bids resound one after another. Three to four dozen Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core Main Priests were red-faced and eager, throwing caution to the wind in their bidding war for a Magical Treasure.
After a Golden Core bidders spoke out the high price of 1.8 million, the hall abruptly fell silent, and no one dared to raise the bid further.
“It’s just a Blood Poison Shuttle, merely a low-grade magical treasure—there’s no need to spend so many spirit stones.”
“Ancestor, the family has already invited Master Wu to personally refine a suitable magical treasure for you. Why not just give up on this Blood Poison Shuttle?”
“Damn it, which fool dares to spend so lavishly!”
Inside the auction hall, the vast majority lost interest in bidding, many cultivators inwardly cursing, hating those big spenders the most.
Indeed, they knew that the price for a magical treasure was a bit high.
But that said, the Blood Poison Shuttle was a special magical treasure with attributes and Treasure Restrictions that were extremely compatible with the Blood Soul Scripture.
One must understand that the competition in the Netherworld was extremely fierce—to the point that at least nine out of ten cultivators practiced the Blood Soul Scripture.
One can imagine how in demand the Blood Poison Shuttle was.
“Since no one else is bidding, then the Blood Poison Shuttle goes to Elder Wu,” declared the middle-aged auctioneer, looking around the hall, seeing no further challenges, and loudly making the announcement.
Just as the Blood Poison Shuttle found a new owner, Zhao Sheng suddenly appeared in a private box on the second floor of the hall.
“Heh, just in time. 1.8 million, huh? Not a bad price.” Zhao Sheng took a seat at the table, his Divine Sense sweeping over the hall, murmuring with a smile, “It should be time for the final highlight treasure. Hope it won’t disappoint.”
Remembering the words of the Sect Leader, Zhao Sheng’s eyes twinkled with anticipation.
…
At this point, the middle-aged auctioneer on the stage became serious, his previously smiling face now solemn and dignified.
Upon seeing this, the bidders in the hall adjusted their postures and gazed eagerly topside.
Divine Senses surged through the air, blatantly displaying the sheer power of their owners.
“The next item, which is also the true highlight of this auction, I believe many Fellow Daoists have already heard some rumors,” the middle-aged host said, his face once again brimming with a confident smile.
He nodded slightly to the audience below and then waved his hand forward.
A green mist rose, and, in mid-air, a palm-sized deep-green Wood Armor materialized out of nowhere.
The Wood Armor’s spirit wood material was unrecognizable, its surface as smooth as a mirror, with a gentle green luster flowing like water. Within the green light, countless tiny runes flashed in and out of existence.
Embedded in the chest of the Wood Armor was a strikingly vibrant Green Pearl, which contained astonishing vitality—pulsing as if alive, expanding, and contracting constantly. With each pulse, rings of green light would slowly emanate.
On closer examination, one would notice the emanating light would quickly reintegrate into the Wood Armor, creating a perpetual cycle, mysterious and enigmatic.
“As seen by everyone, the final treasure is this Mid-grade Magical Treasure with a Four-layered Treasure Prohibition, the Chongliu Armor. This treasure has been refined from a ten-thousand-year-old willow wood, and the Green Pearl is its wood pith. The miraculous effects of this Treasure need not be elaborated upon by me. I trust all Fellow Daoists are well aware,” the middle-aged host spoke slowly.
“This is a defense-oriented Mid-grade Magical Treasure of the Wood Element, the first time I’ve seen one of its kind!”
“Such astonishing vitality. Just now, my Divine Sense sensed that the vitality within the wood core is a thousand times stronger than that of us Golden Cores. It seems that the speed of repair after damage to the armor will be equally astounding—a truly rare treasure! I must have this magical treasure,” said an onlooker decisively.
“If I could get my hands on it, I’d be close to invincible among my peers; probably no ordinary magical treasure would be able to breach its defense.”
In an instant, all cultivators in the hall were excitedly discussing, with many issuing surprised exclamations of admiration.
Some Golden Core Main Priests who already knew the details now saw the actual object and could not help but feel their hearts inflamed with desire.
“Without further ado, let’s start the bidding. The starting price is 1 million spirit stones, and each raise must be no less than 100,000,” declared the middle-aged host, evidently very pleased with the crowd’s reaction, promptly announcing the start without missing a beat.
“1 million spirit stones!” a nondescript old man in a black robe, sitting in a corner, spoke out immediately.
“1.5 million!” Another person followed with a loud bid.
Zhao Sheng cast a glance and recognized him as a Golden Core Ancestor from a large family in the city.
However, this bidding war had just begun, and without a potent financial backing, one simply couldn’t hope to acquire this precious magical treasure.
Zhao Sheng remained calm, knowing it wasn’t yet his time to enter the fray, letting others warm up the bidding first.
“1.6 million!”
At that moment, an aged voice suddenly came from one of the boxes on the eastern side of the second floor.
As soon as this bid was made, most people in the first-floor audience immediately lost their spirit, no longer daring to compete—the price was already beyond their reach.
“1.8 million!” Someone in another box immediately upped the bid by 200,000.
“1.9 million spirit stones!”
“2 million!”
After 2 million, anyone who dared to bid was either a ruler of a millennia-old great family or a Golden Core Main Priest, each of extraordinary status.
“2.22 million,” Zhao Sheng suddenly raised the bid by 200,000.
“Haha, so Brother Sanbao is here too, unfortunately, this old one is also very interested in this treasure. 2.3 million!” A smooth voice echoed throughout the hall, but its source was indiscernible. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
