Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 70 Water Drops
"Am I trapped in an illusion?"

This was the middle-aged monk’s first reaction.

He looked around. The cargo hold that was once crowded with monks was now empty, with only him left.

The brilliance stone used for lighting seemed slightly dimmer than before.

"drop--!"

The sound of falling water was particularly harsh in the silence.

The middle-aged monk instinctively activated his magic power, trying to shake off the drop of water, but his magic power was out of control and he failed.

The water droplets silently seeped into his sleeves, and the water stains quickly squirmed, forming a dark stain.

The middle-aged monk's pupils suddenly contracted and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He remembered that the tall and thin monk had also been affected by this water stain...

His throat tightened and an indescribable uneasiness surged in his heart.

Without any hesitation, he immediately mobilized all his magic power, trying to destroy the cabin or fly into the air.

However, his Dantian was empty, as if there had never been any magic power, and he could do nothing.

"Which senior is teasing me?" He lowered his eyebrows and looked polite, his voice respectful, but with a hint of trembling that was hard to conceal. "If I have been disrespectful, or if you need anything, I will obey you."

no respond.

only--

"drop--!"

Another drop of water fell.

The middle-aged monk resisted the urge to hide, telling himself that this was a test from his seniors.

He let the drop of water fall on his head, and the cold water droplets slid down his hair and soaked into his scalp.

Suddenly, he felt a biting chill spreading from the top of his head to his whole body, as if something had seeped into his body along the drop of water.

A whisper sounded in his ears, as if countless people were whispering at the same time, and the sound was getting closer and clearer.

"Kid, it's time to go home."

"mom?"

A line of tears rolled down from the corner of the middle-aged monk's eyes.

He remembered that when he was young, he left his hometown in pursuit of immortality, due to his mother's expectations.

Twenty years have passed since then without any achievements.

He was unwilling to give up, so he worked hard, regarded the war outside the world as an opportunity, and seized the time to work and practice.

Until a letter came from a monk in his hometown.

The letter was sent half a year ago.

There is only one message on it.

That was the news of his mother's death.

From then on, he suddenly realized that his obsession with cultivating immortality had become a demon, and he had forgotten his mother who was waiting for his return at home.

In fact, his inaction is only relative to other monks.

But at least he was already a monk.

It has allowed my mother to live a good life in the mortal world.

He should have returned ten years ago when he entered the first level of Qi Refining, and returned to his home in the mortal world to become a free and easy immortal.

With his skills as a monk, his mother may not be able to live out her life in peace.

After realizing this, the middle-aged monk no longer hesitated. He secretly found someone to buy a ticket and boarded the smuggling passenger ship.

This was the real reason why he wanted to go home.

He did not lie, but he also did not tell the truth to the tall and thin monk.

"Kid, it's time to go home."

The call came again.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were dull as he muttered, "I'll go home now."

After saying this, he took a staggering step forward.

As he advanced, a crowd of people began to appear around him, bustling about and shouting at the middle-aged monk who was pushing his way out of the way.

But the middle-aged monk ignored them and just kept moving forward.

Seeing this, a monk became curious and wondered how a monk could be so unstable. What happened?

So I followed him.

The surrounding sounds disappeared again, and the surrounding crowd disappeared again.

The moment the monk noticed it, he immediately shouted in panic, "Which senior is teasing me?"

"drop--!"

He was greeted by the usual drops of water.

……

On the upper floor of No. 36 Ding, there is a spacious hall, brightly lit and magnificent.

There was a faint fragrance in the air.

This is a kind of spiritual incense of great value. If used in cultivation, it can enhance the concentration of the cultivator and thus improve the efficiency of the cultivator's cultivation.

And the money used in the auction was actually used to improve the air quality, which is enough to show the extravagance of the organizers.

In the center of the hall, a high platform stood tall, covered with brocade embroidered with intricate runes, and the lustrous stones inlaid above illuminated the platform as bright as day.

Below the platform, hundreds of carved wooden chairs were neatly arranged, with a monk sitting on each chair.

Their attire varied, some wore ornate robes, while others were plain and simple, but without exception, their cultivation was no lower than the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Around the hall, dozens of low-level Qi-refining servants were walking around, holding jade plates with spiritual tea and spiritual fruits on them for the monks to enjoy.

Although its actual value is not high, it is produced by monks after all.

Fang Jun sat in seat No. Ding 39, which was at the back and inconspicuous.

However, he was still a little bit expectant, after all, this was his first time attending an auction in his past and present life.

In fact, in cities like Hongsha City and Anxi City.

All supplies are managed by the local sects, and there is no such thing as an auction.

There is only an outlet like Fuchi City that connects to the weak points of the boundary barrier.

The auction is jointly governed by the three major sects, creating a strong business atmosphere and generating commercial demand.

After Fang Jun arrived at the auction, he did not see Chu Ning. He guessed that he was probably dealing with other businessmen.

However, Fang Jun didn't care. It made no difference to him whether Chu Ning was there or not.

A servant walked up to Fang Jun and said respectfully, "Sir, the auction is about to begin. Please don't leave to avoid missing it."

After all the servants informed the guests one by one.

An auctioneer dressed in a gorgeous Taoist robe walked up to the stage with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

He held a purple wake-up stick in his hand and knocked it gently. The crisp sound instantly suppressed the noise in the hall.

"Fellow Daoists, welcome to this auction." The auctioneer's voice was deep and powerful. "Today's auction items are all rare and precious. I hope you will seize the opportunity and don't miss it."

“First, the first lot.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a maid came onto the stage holding a jade box.

The auctioneer took the jade box and gently opened it, and immediately a strong medicinal fragrance hit his face.

In the box lay a crystal clear pill, with a faint golden light flowing on its surface.

"The first lot is the first-grade Ningyuan Pill, which can help mid-level Qi Refining cultivators break through bottlenecks. The starting price is one hundred low-grade spirit stones." The auctioneer said loudly.

In an instant, bidding sounds came from the audience.

"one hundred and ten!"

"one hundred twenty!"

"one hundred fifty!"

Fang Jun watched quietly and did not participate in the bidding for these items.

As each item was sold, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became lively.

Finally, the auctioneer's voice rang out again: "The next lot is a Guixin Fruit, one of the three foundation-building medicines. The starting price is 300 low-grade spirit stones."

(End of this chapter)