Ye Xiaochuan of Cangyun Sect was short of money when he took Ma Zi shopping, so he auctioned a high-grade spiritual weapon in the Yunhai Tower. The news spread like wildfire.
When the diners on the upper two floors of Yunhai Building heard the news, they rushed in. They were initially suspicious, but these people were all masters of cultivation. Almost all of them had seen Ye Xiaochuan and naturally recognized him.
Seeing that Ye Xiaochuan was actually auctioning the magic weapon, these people felt incredible.
With Ye Xiaochuan's current reputation and status in Cangyun Sect, will he be short of money?
Ye Xiaochuan shouted: "There is no shop like this after passing this village. It is a top-grade spiritual weapon with fire attributes. It supports inspection. The base price is 300,000 taels. The one with the highest price will get it. Fellow Taoists who want to bid, please hurry up. I'll hurry up."
Time."
There are really many people interested in this sword, and many cultivators have stepped forward to inspect it.
After repeated verification by more than a dozen middle-aged monks, it is true that it is a magic weapon of the spiritual weapon level. Although it is not a top-grade magic weapon, it can still be considered a middle-grade one.
Among the attributes of the five elements, the fire magic weapon has the strongest attack power. This fire magic sword is indeed rare.
Not to mention the casual cultivators or the aristocratic families, even the cultivation sects want to keep this sword.
A middle-aged scribe said: "Shaoxia Ye is famous all over the world, and he has just been awarded the title of Six Heroes. I can trust him. My Jinling Chen family has three hundred thousand taels."
Ye Xiaochuan shouted: "Senior Chen offered three hundred thousand taels! Is there anything higher?"
A woman in yellow shouted: "Songshan Tianlin Sect, bid three hundred and fifty thousand taels!"
As soon as someone made a bid, other cultivators from all walks of life also followed suit.
A cultivator's magic weapon is very valuable, especially the magic weapon that is a spiritual weapon. It is definitely not measured by money.
Take the fire magic sword auctioned by Ye Xiaochuan as an example. It used at least five to six hundred kilograms of precious materials. If hundreds of thousands of taels of silver could buy a powerful fire magic weapon, then even a fool would buy it.
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The price kept rising, and in less than one cup of tea, it was pushed to 800,000 taels.
The bidder was Yang Huaian, the young master of Qianbo Palace in Wuyi Mountain. He bid for 800,000 taels.
Within a few breaths of shouting out this price, it was surpassed by Zhanyun Tower of Tianzhu Mountain with eighty-five taels.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't expect that a fairy sword of spiritual weapon grade could be so valuable!
There are more than 20,000 treasure-level magic weapons in his empty bracelet, hundreds of spiritual weapon-level magic weapons, and even several artifacts, all of which were originally stolen from the Northern Xinjiang arsenal.
One piece can be sold for millions of taels. If I have so many pieces on my body, wouldn’t it mean that I am as rich as the country? No, I should be as rich as the three worlds!
"One million taels!"
A woman's voice came from outside.
Now the outside of Yunhai Tower is crowded with cultivators, and everyone only hears the voices but does not see them.
Ye Xiaochuan heard the voice very familiar and shouted: "Who, who said one million taels?"
Upon hearing that it was Qin Fanzhen, Ye Xiaochuan trembled, grabbed the fairy sword and prepared to slip away.
But at this moment, the cultivators at the door had already made way for a path, and several people walked in from the outside, all wearing Tianshi Dao clothes.
Tianshi Dao's asking price is one million taels, which is not high. Many sects or aristocratic families can afford it, but at this moment no one dares to bid anymore.
Previous bids were mostly from casual cultivating families and small and medium-sized sects.
Tianshi Tao is different. Tianshi Tao is a major sect of righteousness. The entire Longhushan family is a disciple of Tianshi Tao. No one dares to offend.
Qin Fanzhen, dressed in black, walked up to Ye Xiaochuan, glanced at the cultivators talking around him, and said: "It seems that no one bids for it, this sword belongs to our Celestial Master. Junior brother, pay the price."
A young disciple of Tianshi Tao took out a stack of Jiuzhou Longtou silver notes, each worth ten thousand taels, and ordered one hundred to Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan took the banknote and said with a dry smile: "Zhen'er, if you are short of magic weapons, tell me and I will give you ten or eight. In our relationship, accepting money is too unreasonable!"
The words were beautiful, but they did not delay him at all as he stuffed the one million taels of silver notes into his arms. Qin Fanzhen said: "Friendship is friendship, business is business. If I wanted it myself, I would not give you a penny."
Well. This fire-type fairy sword is of good quality, enough for a cultivator in the Lingji realm. If measured in terms of money, it will not be lower than
It’s two million. If you sell it to us Tianshi Dao for one million taels, we’ve already made a profit.”
Ye Xiaochuan smiled and said: "We are all our own people. It doesn't matter if I lose a million taels. Now that we have met, let's go shopping together. Senior Sister Yun and the others are still waiting for me to pay."
Qin Fanzhen nodded, gave a few instructions to the Tianshi Dao disciples behind him, and then walked out of Yunhai Tower with Ye Xiaochuan.
Lu Changfeng regretted that he and Mo Shaolin would have spent money to buy the sword if they had known it. Based on his relationship with Ye Xiaochuan, it was definitely okay to sell it half and give it half. As a result, Tianshi Dao who was passing by picked up a big sword.
Cheap.
When Ye Xiaochuan was auctioning fairy swords at Yunhai Tower, thousands of miles away in the Qinling Mountains, a purple light fell on an inconspicuous small village at the foot of the Qinling Mountains.
In the yard surrounded by fences, Yang Juaner was walking with Dugu Changfeng in her arms, Tang Guichen was reading a thick book, and Abba, the man in the jar, was hanging his head on the mouth of the jar to bask in the sun.
The purple light fell on the fence yard and turned into a beautiful young woman. The man in the jar seemed to be very afraid of this girl and quickly retracted his head into the jar.
Tang Guichen raised his eyelids and continued reading, seemingly not surprised by the visitor.
Yang Juaner was very happy and said: "You are finally willing to come here. I thought you didn't want a son."
Yu Linglong said: "I left from Shenshan yesterday and reported to Master at Tianyu Mountain. I just found an excuse to sneak out today. Come on, come on, come on, show me my precious son. It's been two months. I really want to kill him."
Got it!"
Yang Juaner handed over the baby in her arms to Yu Linglong. Yu Linglong burst into tears when she saw the baby boy who was only a few months old in the swaddling clothes.
Kissing Dugu Changfeng's rosy cheek, he said: "Son, it's my mother's fault. I haven't come to see you for a long time. Once I'm done with the worldly alliance, my mother will stay with you every day!"
Yang Juaner did not disturb Yu Linglong, turned around and carried the big clay pot containing Abba into the house. After a while, when she came out again, Yu Linglong had stopped crying.
She then said: "Linglong, I have found out what you asked me to check before you left. There is indeed a big secret behind the death of Fairy Zuoyue."
Yu Linglong held her son in his arms and coaxed him, saying, "Oh, it seems that Fairy Zuo Yue really didn't commit suicide."
Yang Juaner said: "Qiankunzi killed her. Qiankunzi also cut off her head, put it in a box and gave it to Zuo Zongyuan of Wanjian Sect."
Yu Linglong's expression condensed and she said in shock: "What? Say it again!" Tang Guichen, who was reading quietly in the yard, couldn't help but put down the book when she heard Yang Juan'er's words, and stood up with a very surprised expression.
