Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 145 Scorpion admires the moon and sniffs the wind

Are there foundation-building monks present?

Wu Meng glanced around and found no trace of it, but the person presiding over it unabashedly displayed his powerful cultivation skills.

He then introduced how to participate in the auction.

Following his explanation, Wu Meng saw that among the bamboo bushes where he was, there was a sound-transmitting bamboo and a sliding rattan bamboo growing.

The former allows for private quotations, while the latter allows for monetary transactions.

Seeing this, Wu Meng nodded slightly.

The specifications of the auction are not yet clear, but the facilities should at least be complete.

If it is reliable, you can participate regularly in the future. The more often, the higher the probability of finding what you need.

Without saying much, the person presiding over took out a piece of gavel. The spiritual energy in it was flowing. It was an out-and-out magical weapon.

Snapped!

The sound of the wind and the chirping of insects suddenly fell silent.

Only the loud and crisp slapping sound was clearly transmitted to everyone's minds.

Wu Meng couldn't help but tremble.

"The auction has officially begun. In the first step, there are ten items to be auctioned. The list and starting price have been sent to everyone. After a cup of tea, the auction will officially begin!"

Following the words, a jade slip wrapped in bamboo and rattan came to the front.

He took off his concentration machine and explored it for a moment, then touched the tip of his nose in slight surprise.

As luck would have it, I just came across something useful tonight.

This thing is called ‘Huayang Spring Water’.

It contains strong vitality and is often used as a key spiritual material in the refining of wood elixirs.

Wu Meng wanted this for body training.

It is not a natural spiritual material.

Rather, it requires late-stage water cultivators to spend a lot of time condensing the purifying water through a special method.

Immediately, he put some purifying water on the core of Huayang flower that was more than three hundred years old. After five years, he only got a drop in early spring.

The cultivation of the Wanyou Corrosion Spirit Body requires extremely strong corrosive spiritual materials to refine the body, and Yang Spring Water can be used for recovery.

There are ten drops of this bottle being auctioned today, and the starting price is seven hundred spirit stones.

In addition, there are four magic weapons, three spells, and two fragments of alchemy recipes.

Wu Mengjie didn't have much demand for magic weapons and spells, but he did have a middle-grade alchemy furnace. If the price was right, it wouldn't be impossible to get it.

Thinking of this, he leaned back on the bamboo chair and waited quietly for the auction.

At the same time, in another bamboo forest about seven or eight feet away from him, two people were talking in a low voice.

"The elder sent a message saying that we have been looking for him for so long. If it doesn't work this time, we should return to the sect as soon as possible!"

"...Man is at the end of his strength. If he misses this opportunity, it will be difficult to contain him again."

"But you're not wrong?"

"I have my measure."

"Okay... the news I just received is that among the healing products that can be found in the past month, the best quality one is tonight's Huayang Spring Water."

"Well, please keep an eye on me. If he still wants to survive, he won't have many chances to take action..."

"Don't worry, we can still do these things well..."

The sound gradually faded away.

……

Ten miles away from the auction venue, there is a giant red sky bamboo forest.

This bamboo is the same species as the bamboo that Wu Meng opened the cave that day.

Normally, it is as thick as ten people can hug it, and can be thirty to forty feet tall. Every winter and spring, when the miasma is low, it will appear to tower into the clouds.

It is autumn at this time, the wind is high and the clouds are clear, and the view is wide.

On the top of the tallest tree in the bamboo forest, two figures stood side by side, looking out in all directions under the moonlight.

"Xie Mo, this is the first scene tonight, did you see it?" The male cultivator known as 'Xie Mo' turned his head and pointed at his eyes.

There was a blood-colored cloth belt wrapped around the eyebrows, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. The two eye sockets were the weirdest. From time to time, strange things were writhing and gushing blood underneath, as if they were about to burst out.

"I can't see, can you hurry up?"

"Xiemo, listen to this trend."

Xie Mo tilted his ears, and as soon as the breeze picked up, a ferocious bloody ghost face came out of his ear canal.

"Roar!! I heard it! I heard it!"

The ghost figure only got out half of the way, and seemed to be dragged back by something, leaving only an unwilling roar that resounded among the bamboos.

Xie Mo shrugged: "Old Demon Yan heard it, I heard Old Demon Yan's voice."

"Xiemo, I mean, the wind direction is okay."

Xie Mo sniffed the wind and twisted his head. There was a dense bamboo forest downwind of his eyes.

If Wu Meng were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this was the auction venue he was attending.

Scorpion Mo Yujue, pointed towards the left eye, a bloody vortex rolled up on the blindfold, and bits and pieces of blood scattered with the wind. Under the moonlight, it looked like a hazy red ribbon, spreading wider and wider. Roll towards the auction venue.

"It's so beautiful! Let's go, it's time to catch the next show."

In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared into the bright moonlight, leaving only dots of blood.

……

Wu Meng was 'raising a sign' at this time.

The starting price for the mid-grade magic weapon-level alchemy furnace was three hundred spirit stones. After only two rounds of bidding, it stopped at five hundred and stopped moving forward.

He quoted five hundred and fifty.

To be honest, he didn't like this alchemy furnace very much, but it was not easy to find a high-quality alchemy furnace, so it would be good to get it for transitional purposes.

But if the price exceeds 700, he will give up.

The two reported for another round.

The final price was set at six hundred and fifty spirit stones, which he successfully pocketed.

He took out a storage bag, packed the spiritual stones and placed them in the slippery rattan bamboo leaves.

He tilted it slightly, and the bamboo leaves came back again. It was still his storage bag, but the spiritual stone was missing, replaced by a misty round-belly pill furnace.

This furnace is called the Cloud Incense Furnace. It can accumulate the fragrance of elixirs and turn them into clouds, slightly improving the quality of the elixirs.

The effect should be worse than the alchemy technique. It can help condense inferior elixirs into low-grade ones, but it is not very effective at the mid-grade level.

Of course, if the two work together, the effect should be much better.

He played with it for a moment, then took a closer look.

I didn't think it would matter if I didn't look at it. When I saw it, my eyebrows were raised in shock.

On top of the alchemy furnace and within his own body, there is a layer of blood-red bugs crawling up. Their shape is like a needle-pointed wheat awn, which is no different from the Xiaoyan spirit bugs back then.

But the number has increased a thousand times!

He raised his head, the sky was high and the clouds were pale. There seemed to be nothing but a crescent moon.

He then released his spiritual consciousness again, but still couldn't detect it.

However, in the non-physical perception, the bugs are still entering the internal organs with breathing.

Could it be that the auction is up to something? !

Or are there special circumstances?

Wu Meng was not in a hurry. He tried to expel it with spiritual energy, and saw the small blood-colored insects forming a circle and clinging tightly to his veins, motionless under the wash of spiritual energy.

When the spiritual energy faded, the bug did not disperse, but turned into a unique mark, which seemed like a incomplete blood-colored eye socket.

Has it become a brand?

Wu Meng quickly removed the spiritual energy.

He thought for a while, unfolded the restriction, and then his fingertips pulled out a group of small spiritual insects the size of a fingernail.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it.

(End of this chapter)