Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"These three things are carried by Fellow Daoist Qin and his companions! The first one is three scales shed from the Wilderness by the True Spirit Black Qilin!
This material can be used to refine the rumored "Sunflower Water True Spirit Pill", and can also be used as the top-level material for refining water-attributed spiritual treasures. The spiritual treasures refined with this material have a certain chance of becoming one of the Chaos Ten Thousand Spiritual Treasures.

And after taking one pill of the refined Kuishui Zhenling Pill, a cultivator in the early stage of the Spiritualization Realm can advance to the middle stage without any hindrance.

Of course, whether it is the refining of Lingbao or Kuishui Zhenlingdan, even if you find a master-level figure, the success rate will not be very high.

But if any Taoist friend really takes this item and intends to refine a spiritual treasure, I can refine it for him for free. Hehe, this is also a little selfish of me. "

The old man in white robe said the above words with a smile, and then retreated behind the three people in a casual manner.

When the cultivators in the Feitian House heard the words "black unicorn scales", most of them couldn't help but gasp. They all looked at the three appraisers on the auction table in shock and were speechless in an instant.

Those monks who were wealthy and had originally come for the final treasure immediately became ecstatic again.

Their faces lit up with excitement and their eyes were filled with anticipation and desire.

It seems that they really did the right thing by waiting this time.

Regardless of the latter two things, just the black unicorn's true spirit scales are enough to make them give it a try.

However, most of them had the idea of ​​​​Kui Shui True Spirit Pill, and probably less than 10% of them wanted to use it to refine weapons.

And most of these adults are monks who practice water-attribute techniques.

When Yang Qian heard the name Kuishui Zhenlingdan, he also took a deep breath. His eyes were like burning torches, flashing with brilliance, and the excitement in his heart was hard to suppress.

But after hearing what the old man in white robe said, he who was in the house couldn't help but sneer. This old man surnamed Chi was from the Long family. If he gave the materials to him to refine the elixir, he was afraid that both the man and the materials would be taken back by the Long family.

But then again.

This miraculous elixir that can allow a cultivator to advance overnight is exactly what everyone dreams of. It can save hundreds or even thousands of years of hard training. Now that there is a chance to obtain it, Yang Qian must get these three black unicorn scales no matter what.

If it weren't for the Long family's plan, the other party would never have taken out such a rare thing in the world. This is a rare opportunity, and it is worth it even if there are some risks involved.

Yang Qian's eyes flashed and his expression became resolute.

At this time, the middle-aged woman among the three appraisers took a step forward gracefully as if she was walking on the breeze.

She gently raised her snow-white wrist and brushed the storage bracelet with one hand like a dragonfly touching the water. A crystal jade box about a foot in size appeared out of thin air like a dream.

On this jade box, the runes are like mysterious elves, looming and flashing slowly.

A misty white light emanated from the box; the light was soft and mysterious, like a dream, and seemed to contain endless mysteries. One could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary thing.

The middle-aged female cultivator did not need much introduction from the old man in white robe. She just used one finger, as slender and tender as a green onion, to lightly touch the jade box like a spring breeze blowing on a willow.

After a crisp "bang" sound, the lid of the box popped open by itself, followed by a few sharp "whoosh" sounds of breaking through the air. Three black lights shot out like arrows from a bow, flying rapidly towards the high and vast sky.

But the middle-aged woman seemed to be fully prepared. She just reached up into the air with her delicate hand as lightly as a leisurely cloud.

Suddenly, an invisible force emerged out of nowhere, like an invisible yet extremely tough net, which tightly covered the three black lights and then pulled them down suddenly.

Three black lights swirled and danced, and in the wild flashing of light, they turned into fist-sized black-green scales. They were forced to fall down, and were instantly caught in the slender and tender hands of the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged female cultivator carefully placed two of them back into the jade box as if they were precious treasures, and then carefully sealed it with a forbidden talisman.

She then gently pinched the remaining scale between her fingers and showed it to the other cultivators elegantly and gracefully, while she said leisurely:
“As everyone knows, the Black Qilin is a natural water-attributed spirit!
The scales that fall off are the world's top-level water-attributed materials. For those Daoists who mainly practice water-attributed techniques, they are of the greatest use. However, if you want to test the authenticity of the scales, there are only two ways. The first way is that although the scales are shed, the water spirit power contained in them is amazing. Even without careful refinement, they are comparable to top-level water-attributed treasures. "

As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she immediately poured her spiritual power into the scales in her hands like a surging tide, and then gently shook them in the air.

Suddenly, a hazy blue light shone and lit up, and a blue lotus of light suddenly bloomed on the surface of the scales. The lotus of light was crystal clear and dazzling, sparkling like a diamond, emitting a dazzling light.

As the middle-aged woman cast a spell, the lotus spun rapidly, and its size grew wildly. In the deep blue light, it turned into the size of a head.

As the lotus petals swayed slightly, countless blue points of light shot out like stars, and the unusually rich water spirit spread to the entire hall like a tide in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qian, who was in the flying house, flashed his eyes slightly. He raised one hand, and suddenly clasped his five fingers together. A blue light spot instantly fell into it and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qian closed his eyes slightly, feeling the slight chill with his heart.

This coolness was like a lively stream, first seeping in from the skin of his palm like a trickle, and then spreading rapidly, its force like a surging wave, hitting his meridians one after another, and spreading to his entire body in an instant.

This powerful and pure force made his body and mind tremble uncontrollably, and his limbs seemed to be baptized by a cool force.

When he opened his eyes again, they were full of satisfaction.

"As expected, the scales of a true black unicorn are truly extraordinary!" Yang Qian murmured to himself, his face full of excitement.

He first mobilized the spiritual power in his body, gathering it into a tiny vortex in the palm of his hand, and then introduced the blue light into it.

As soon as the light spot touched the vortex of spiritual power, it was instantly integrated into it. A powerful and pure water spiritual power quickly transmitted along the spiritual power veins to his entire body.

Yang Qian carefully sensed the characteristics and fluctuations of this power. Its purity far exceeded the spiritual power contained in ordinary water-attributed materials, and the mysterious aura contained in it was even more unique.

After such an in-depth investigation, he was certain that the thing that could emit such powerful power must be the true spirit scales of the black unicorn.

This kind of heaven-defying material, let alone a Spiritualization cultivator or a Void Refining cultivator, even a being in the Fusion stage would need a tremendous opportunity to obtain it!

Not only Yang Qian, but the other cultivators all believed it 70% after feeling the pure spiritual power contained in the blue light.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman shook her wrist lightly, and the blue lotus that unfolded on the scales in her hand "popped" and shattered and disappeared like a dream bubble.

The blue spots of light that filled the hall disappeared without a trace in an instant like smoke.

The woman spoke again and said calmly, "Among all the true spirits in the world, the hardness of the Qilin's scales is not inferior to that of the most powerful true spirits, such as the True Dragon. Although the hardness of the scales will be reduced by half after falling off, it is still wishful thinking to destroy it with ordinary attacks."

The middle-aged woman said this, then raised her hand and gently threw the scales in her hand into the air.

Suddenly, a ball of black light appeared in the air with a humming sound and hovered there motionlessly.

At this moment, a golden light flashed in the middle-aged woman's hand, and a foot-sized axe appeared out of thin air, shining brightly and chillingly. The woman's face darkened, and the golden axe trembled slightly, then turned into a sharp golden light and flew into the air, aiming at the scale and slashing it down.

A loud "bang" sounded, and the surface of the scales flashed with a black light, which actually bounced the extremely sharp axe back, but the scales themselves were not damaged at all.

The middle-aged woman didn't care about it at all and continued to mutter to herself.

A pillar of green fire roared and shot up into the sky from out of nowhere under the scales, instantly sucking them in and completely submerging them.

"Three-color green calamity fire!"

Several exclamations were heard from the hall, causing many monks to show expressions of extreme envy.

But when the woman made hand gestures again and dispersed the fire, the scales remaining in the void glowed with a faint green light and were still safe and sound, as if they had never experienced this attack.

Afterwards, the middle-aged woman looked solemn, with determination in her eyes, and launched attacks with various attributes such as lightning strikes and freezing.

Every attack she made was extremely sharp. Her expression was sometimes tense, sometimes focused, but it had no effect on the scale.

Finally, the woman used a magic treasure to release a blood mist, which spread out, revealing a strange aura. But even so, it could not erode the scales in the slightest.

Eventually, she stopped the test.

The next moment, the middle-aged woman raised her hand, called back the Qilin scale, put it back into the jade box, and sealed it with a talisman. Then she held the jade box in one hand, stepped back a few steps, with a trace of fatigue on her face, but she looked leisurely and calm, and did not move.

At this time, the old man in white robes walked to the front of the stage again, with a meaningful smile on his face. After smiling at the group of cultivators, he said briefly: "Three scales of the True Spirit Black Qilin, the starting price is 15 million spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 1 million. Bid now!"

"Seventeen million!" The first person to bid appeared immediately.

"Eighteen million!" another woman followed closely.

"Twenty million spirit stones!" The man's voice was loud and clear, revealing a determination to win.

……

The price of the scales skyrocketed from one to two million at the beginning, causing many monks present who were experiencing this kind of treasure auction for the first time to change their faces.

Some of them were dumbfounded, some gasped, and in an instant they completely gave up the desire to fight for it. They could only shake their heads helplessly, their eyes full of loss and frustration.

Although Yang Qian's face was calm as water without any ripples, he couldn't help but frown when his eyes flashed. He didn't expect that at the end of the auction, there were still so many cultivators with astonishing wealth as recorded in the original book.

However, he did not rush to bid. Instead, he looked coldly at the astronomical figures rising all the way above the auction table and in the huge auction plate. His lips were slightly pursed, a little dry, and his eyes showed calmness and thinking.

Tens of millions of spirit stones are just a simple number to the three true spirit scales at this moment.

Everyone has the delusion that their cultivation level can be upgraded out of thin air overnight.

After all, once your cultivation reaches the level of becoming a god, each level of promotion is extremely difficult.

Most of the cultivators who transform themselves into gods are trapped in the early stage for their entire lives.

At this moment, this dream is right in front of them, no wonder the group of cultivators went crazy without hesitation. But no matter how crazy people are, there is always a limit that they have to be clear about.

When the bidding price suddenly exceeded 25 million spirit stones, the number of cultivators who still had the strength to dare to participate in the bidding had become very small.

Now, only three people are left fighting fiercely in the final battle.

One of them was the cultivator who had previously bid for the real toad spirit blood. His voice was still lazy, as if he didn't care about the high price at all.

The other two people, one had an extremely old voice, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life; the other had a clear and pleasant voice, and they seemed to be an old man and a young female cultivator respectively.

The three of them competed with each other, and each of them raised the price by a million. In a blink of an eye, the price was close to the staggering 30 million.

When the owner of the lazy voice really called out the shocking price of 30 million, the voices of the female cultivator and the old man stopped abruptly.

It seemed that this price was far beyond their affordability, and they could only remain silent with reluctance.

The monks had different expressions, some were nervous, some were excited, some were envious, and they all stared at the sky above the auction table.

There, the numbers on the huge magic plate were constantly changing colors. When they completely turned into red gold, it meant that the ownership of the items was settled.

"Thirty-one million!"

An unusually calm voice suddenly spoke in this tense atmosphere.

As soon as these strange words were uttered, all the monks in the hall were stunned, and then they all began to gloat over his misfortune.

It seems that even at such a high price, the final winner of the True Spirit Scale is still uncertain.

The eyes of many monks immediately turned to another flying house in the sky.

In that room, Yang Qian sat there leisurely and calmly, as if everything was under his control.

"Thirty-two million!" There was a hint of surprise in the lazy voice.

"Thirty-three million!" Yang Qian raised the price without hesitation, his tone firm and without the slightest hesitation.

"Thirty-four million!" The lazy voice hesitated for a long time before speaking again slowly, seeming a little undecided.

"Thirty-five million!" Yang Qian raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth and spoke directly.

"hiss--"

Many monks in the field began to gasp, shocked by the rising prices and speechless.

Even for True Spirit Scales, the price is a bit too crazy.

The spiritual treasure at the bottom of the Chaos Spirit Ranking is probably only worth this much. (End of this chapter)