Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

"Thirty-five million? Humph! Fellow Daoist Chi, I doubt that this Daoist does not have so many spirit stones and is just causing trouble. Fellow Daoist, shouldn't you test this person to see if he can really come up with so much wealth?" The owner of the lazy voice suddenly said these words coldly, his tone full of anger and doubt.

"After the bidding ends, I will personally inspect the matter. But before that, I will not interrupt the auction. Please continue bidding, my two fellow Taoists." The old man surnamed Chi did not waver, but said with a calm face and a faint smile.

His eyes were firm and calm, he didn't care about what the other person said, and his steady posture made people feel at ease.

Obviously, he would not offend any of the two bidders easily before knowing their identities.

"Since Brother Chi thinks so, I will stop bidding and see if this fellow Taoist can really come up with 35 million in collateral." The owner of the lazy voice was a little angry and embarrassed, and there was a sarcastic tone in his words, and he really stopped bidding.

As a result, after the numbers on the first-class magic disk turned into red gold, the old man in white robe immediately announced that the three true spirit scales belonged to Yang Qian.

Then the old man in white robe really brought the woman holding the wooden box, with her clothes fluttering, and flew towards the flying house where Yang Qian was.

The old man paused, and then stopped steadily in front of the house.

Without saying a word, he flipped his hand and a green token appeared in his hand.

He gently shook the flying house wrapped in runes, moved his body, and went directly into the house. The woman in plain clothes followed him in without making a sound.

As soon as he entered the house, the old man surnamed Chi first looked at Yang Qian who was in the white light with a steady gaze, smiled slightly, and then calmly said with a fist: "Chi has delivered the treasure, and you should pay the spiritual stones. If you have collateral, Daoist He and I will assess the value and convert it to you. If you feel that it is underestimated, I can ask the other two Daoists to come over."

The old man in white robe behaved very politely, and his every move showed steadiness and magnanimity.

"How could I not trust the judgment of Brother Chi and Fellow Daoist He? Please identify this item." Yang Qian's eyes gently moved on the wooden box in the woman's hand. Then he shook his sleeves elegantly and took out a half-foot-sized brocade box that had been prepared in advance. He said with a grin on his face.

Although he scoffed at the Long family's actions in his heart, the treasure was right in front of him and he naturally would not refuse it.

As for the old man in white robe, he must have seen countless treasures. He just nodded and took it, gently opened the lid and looked through it casually.

A fresh fragrance emanated.

The old man surnamed Chi just glanced at it lightly, and his body shook violently, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force and could no longer move his gaze away from that place.

"Ten thousand year old spiritual herb!"

The old man in white robe took a deep breath, which was long and heavy. He finally moved his gaze away from the things in the box with difficulty, but the look he showed when he looked at Yang Qian became a little strange, with surprise, confusion and disbelief mixed in his eyes.

When the woman surnamed He heard the words "millennium magical herb", her heart was struck by lightning and shook violently.

She raised her eyebrows, took two quick steps over as fast as the wind, and looked into the jade box impatiently.

In a ball of milky white light, a snow-white spiritual herb several inches long was lying quietly in the box like a sleeping fairy.

And on the surface of this grass, there are rune-like patterns that appear and flash faintly, as if telling the vicissitudes and mystery of time.

“Ten thousand year old spiritual pattern! It really looks like a ten thousand year old spiritual herb. However, its authenticity still needs to be carefully identified.” The woman surnamed He stared for a long time before speaking slowly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

"I am not as good as you, Daoist Fellow, in identifying spiritual herbs and other things. I'd like to trouble you to identify this thing." The old man in white robe had regained his normal composure at this moment, with a kind face and spoke to the woman in an unusually polite tone.

Mrs. He nodded slightly, carefully put away the brocade box in her hand, and then turned it over with one hand. Suddenly, a slender green jade ruler appeared in her hand.

This jade ruler is about a foot long, and is engraved with more than twenty circles of strange spiral-like patterns. The lines of the patterns are smooth and mysterious, emitting a faint spiritual fluctuation.

With a flash of her eyes, the woman surnamed He slowly raised the ruler and pointed at the spiritual herbs in the jade box very cautiously.

As a result, as soon as the green ruler came into contact with the milky white light emitted by the spiritual herbs in the jade box, it began to emit a low humming sound as if in response, and the sound seemed to be the whispers between spiritual creatures.

At the same time, circles of strange spiritual patterns on the jade ruler lit up one after another like lit lamps.

The emerald green light burst out instantly, so dazzling that the whole room was illuminated like a green fairyland.

When the green light finally stopped at the eleventh circle of patterns, Mrs. He's usually calm face could no longer remain calm and was slightly moved.

She carefully looked at the spiritual herbs in the jade box again, took a deep breath, and then said with certainty:

"It is indeed a ten thousand year old spiritual herb! And it is Snow Dragon Grass which is about 11,000 years old! Snow Dragon Grass is originally a rare spiritual medicine. After ten thousand years, its value is at least half as much as that of ordinary ten thousand year old spiritual herbs. I estimate that it can be converted into about seven million spiritual stones."

"Seven million! Hmm, that's about the same as what I estimated. What do you think of our estimated price? If you have any objections, please feel free to raise them." The old man in white robe pondered for a moment, then turned to Yang Qian and said.

"I have no objection to this price. Fellow Daoist, please accept these things. They should be enough to mortgage the bidding price I have offered." A purple light flashed on Yang Qian's wrist, and he took out four jade boxes one after another and threw them to the other side without any hesitation.

He had also anticipated the price, so naturally he wouldn't say anything in rebuttal.

The old man in white robe waved his arm lightly, and an invisible but extremely powerful force surged out instantly, like an invisible hurricane, and firmly took all the jade boxes into his hands.

Then, he began to open the lids of the boxes one by one with great skill, and each movement seemed steady and orderly.

This time, even though the old man in white robe tried his best to remain calm and composed deep down in his heart, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, and that moment of loss of control seemed to be an outward expression of his inner shock.

Then, the corners of his eyes twitched rapidly, as if telling of his difficult mood at the moment.

"Are they all thousand-year-old spiritual herbs?" The old man in white robe suddenly raised his head. His voice was not only slightly hoarse, but also trembling with an undisguised sound. The trembling tail tone echoed in the air, revealing his extreme astonishment.

"Why, your city doesn't accept this kind of elixir?" Upon hearing this, Yang Qian couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled. There seemed to be some amusement in that smile.

There was a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes, as if he was testing something.

"You are joking, fellow Daoist!" The old man in white robe forced a smile and laughed.

However, when he looked towards Yang Qian, his eyes were filled with undisguised astonishment, as if he had seen an unimaginable and astonishingly rare treasure, full of disbelief and shock.

Mrs. He was also full of doubts at this moment, half believing and half doubting. She knew the importance of this matter very well, and dared not be careless in the slightest. She concentrated on carefully identifying the spiritual herbs in the jade box one by one.

She observed every spiritual herb very carefully, not missing any tiny details.

As a result, the face of the woman surnamed He was also filled with disbelief, her mouth slightly open, and she was so surprised that she couldn't speak for a while. That expression seemed to be frozen at that moment, fully showing her extreme shock in her heart.

A single thousand-year-old spiritual herb is naturally far less precious than the rare treasure in the world, such as the True Spirit Scale.

However, from the perspective of use and demand alone, the wide range of uses of the Wannian Lingcao is simply beyond imagination.

It is the essential medicinal ingredient or auxiliary material for refining all elixirs of the divine level, without a doubt.

In the mysterious world of high-level cultivators, thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are almost always the most scarce things.

For those high-level monks who are wholeheartedly pursuing a higher level of cultivation, the existence of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs is like an oasis in the desert, precious and scarce.

In addition, this item itself is extremely precious, and its value and rarity are almost the best circulating item in the market second only to spirit stones.

Among the many trading items, perhaps some shops may refuse to accept other things for various reasons, but no shop will refuse the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Because its value and use are so clear and irreplaceable.

"Since Fellow Daoist He has already confirmed it, there is naturally no problem with these spiritual herbs. The three scales of the True Spirit Black Qilin belong to you, please keep them carefully." A strange light flashed in the eyes of the old man in white robe, and then he took out the brocade box again, smiling, and handed it to Yang Qian very enthusiastically.

"Then I won't be polite! Well... yes, there is indeed no problem with the things." Yang Qian looked calm and composed.

He just waved his arm lightly, his movements were smooth and natural, and he grabbed the air without making any sound.

Suddenly, the brocade box seemed to be attracted by an invisible and powerful suction force. It had no power to resist and was quickly sucked into the silver haze.

Yang Qian lowered his head slightly and moved closer, his eyes focused and careful, as if he was examining a priceless treasure, his eyes were sharp and keen.

After a brief inspection, Yang Qian's face gradually revealed a satisfied expression, which was relaxed and soothing. Then he nodded gently, as if everything was within his expectations.

The reason why the Long family was willing to spend so much money and use this rare material this time was to carefully set up a trap, so they would never take the risk of using the so-called fake unicorn scales at this critical moment.

After all, this situation is of vital importance to the Long family and cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Therefore, Yang Qian's inspection was just a formality. In fact, he already had a firm judgment in his mind.

He knew very well that the Long family would not dare to be negligent or deceitful in this matter, otherwise the whole plan would fail.

Although the old man in white robe was very curious about the fact that Yang Qian had so many thousand-year-old elixirs and his mind was filled with countless questions, he knew very well that there were some things he should not ask too much about, so he did not say much. He immediately collected the elixirs, cast a spell quickly with his hands, took the woman out of the Flying House, and returned to the auction table like lightning.

The monks outside had only waited for a meal. Considering their patience as they could meditate for months or even years at a time, this delay was naturally nothing.

They either closed their eyes to rest or talked in low voices, and their expressions seemed very calm.

However, as soon as they saw the two old men surnamed Chi flying out, they immediately swept their eyes over with anticipation and curiosity, and they all wanted to know whether the transaction of the true spirit scales was really successful.

"My fellow Taoists, don't worry about anything. The items have been delivered successfully. Now we will start the auction of the next treasure. This item is a spiritual treasure on the Chaos Ten Thousand Spirits List. Its value is second only to the True Spirit Scales. This is the Lingtongtian spiritual treasure 'Pinghai Ge'. The reserve price is 20 million!" The old man in white robe did not say much about Yang Qian. He knew very well that everyone's attention had shifted to the new treasure. He immediately announced the auction of the next treasure with a loud and clear voice, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The old man with a ruddy face walked out at the right time, his steps steady and powerful.

He looked solemn as he carefully took out a short spear with blue rays of light from his storage bracelet.

As the short spear came out, it shone with light instantly. The brilliant blue light spread in all directions like a surging tide, illuminating the entire hall like a dream.

The enthusiasm of the practitioners in the hall for this thing was instantly ignited, as hot as a burning fire.

The old man in white robe showed some of the incredible powers of the short spear, such as a light wave of the short spear, which would set off a violent whirlwind of spiritual power. Wherever it passed, tables and chairs flew over and people's clothes rustled; or a flash of light could instantly shatter an extremely hard boulder, with gravel scattering everywhere, which was amazing.

This magical sight made the monks present even more excited, and someone immediately couldn't wait to shout out the price.

"Twenty-five million!" A rough voice sounded first. The voice came from a burly man. His eyes were wide open and his face was flushed, as if he was determined to get it.

"Twenty-eight million!" Another sharp voice followed closely. It was that of an old man in gorgeous brocade robes. He had sharp eyes and slammed the folding fan in his hand, showing his determination.

"Thirty million!" A steady voice also joined the competition. The owner of this voice was a middle-aged man with a stern face. He crossed his arms across his chest with a confident look.

"Thirty-two million!"

"Thirty-five million!"

The price kept soaring, and everyone was unwilling to give in. The bidding sounds continued one after another, one wave higher than the other.

Some monks stood up, waved their arms and shouted out prices; some monks looked nervous with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads; and some monks whispered to each other, discussing countermeasures with their companions.

The entire hall was plunged into a frenzy, as if the air had become hot and scorching.

At this time, Yang Qian was holding a black-green scale in one hand, observing it intently, and seemed to have no interest in the magical treasure outside.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze focused, as if he wanted to see through all the secrets in the scales.

the other side.

After a fierce competition, in the end, the short spear was successfully bought by a strange monk who had remained silent and mysterious for the same price of 35 million.

Finally, the auction of the last item in the auction is about to begin. (End of this chapter)