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Chapter 128: Dan Quan Pavilion's Thousand-Layered Wave, Hidden Murderous Intentions in the Deep Abyss
As he got closer, Tang Hao looked up at the name on the plaque: [Quanxing Pavilion].

He couldn't help but twitch his lips and stepped into the building with the name full of the flavor of steaming and bathing.

A servant came over and took a quick look. He saw that the man was about thirty years old and dressed as an alchemist. He was a cultivator.

The servant immediately asked respectfully, "Master, why are you here?"

When Tang Hao came to scout the place, he naturally changed his appearance and shape, and his robes were taken from the storage bag of a Hundred Flowers cultivator.

"Does your auction house accept consignments?" He stroked his beard and asked calmly.

This beard was grown using the [Shape-Changing Technique] and it felt very fresh to his touch.

"Of course I accept." The servant was delighted to hear this and quickly extended his hand to invite him, "Master, please follow me."

On the way, the servant explained a few more words: "Master, the items you want to auction need to be appraised by an appraiser. Only if they meet the requirements can they be qualified for auction. Please forgive me for this."

Tang Hao didn't say much, as this was pretty much the rule at auctions.

After turning around a few times, the two of them arrived outside a row of doors.

The servant checked it out and opened the door of a vacant appraisal room. "Master, please wait here. I will go get the appraiser."

This so-called appraisal room is just a small single room of several square meters.

There was a door at each end, separated by a table in the middle. He sensed that there was a shielding formation in the room.

Not long after he sat down, Tang Hao was looking at the layout of the room when the door opposite opened and an elderly man in his seventies who was at the Foundation Establishment stage walked in slowly.

As soon as the old man came in, his scrutinizing eyes immediately swept over.

Noticing that the person opposite him was indeed dressed like an alchemist as the servant had described, a look of lack of interest flashed across his face.

"I guess it's Cangnan again, reselling large quantities of low-level elixirs." The old man has lived for so many years and has seen a lot of this kind of thing.

Yuequan Island also has its own alchemists, but due to the limitations of their own level and the supply of spiritual medicines, their output is not high.

Some alchemists saw the business opportunity and teamed up with other alchemists to make pills, or collected large quantities of pills from Cangnan and sold them at auctions.

Then buy a large number of special products from the wild sea and bring them back, making a lot of money in one go.

This job is not difficult, but it is tiring. The old man sighed: "I have to work for a long time again."

"You, Daoist friend, want to appraise the items you sent for auction, right?" The old man looked glum. After bowing, he sat down and gestured towards the table, "Please come in!"

Tang Hao didn't waste any words. With a flick of his hand, a pill bottle appeared on the table. He gestured, "Daoyou, please!"

The old man was distracted. These alchemists came with countless bottles of pills. It would take a while just to sort them out.

Who would have thought it would happen so soon? Upon hearing this, he pinched his beard and agreed nonchalantly.

He retracted his wandering gaze, scanned the table, and asked in confusion, "Huh? Daoist friend, do you only have one bottle of pills?"

"Yes, this one bottle." Tang Hao was also a little puzzled, wondering why the other party asked this question.

Noticing his expression, the old man raised his eyebrows, laughed, and reached out to take the pill bottle.

As soon as he saw the appearance of the pill clearly, he cried out "ouch" and pulled out a lock of his beard.

Without even bothering to cry out in pain, he carefully examined the pill, which was very different from ordinary pills.

Its color is dark black, with scarlet, silver, and purple-gold patterns hidden inside.

The old man's throat moved, and he looked at Tang Hao in disbelief: "Daoyou want to sell [Foundation Building Pills]? Three?"

"That's right." Tang Hao still looked calm and composed. "Please check the quality and medicinal properties of this medicine."

"Oh oh oh, okay."

He nodded hurriedly, a blush flashing across the old man's face.

It's not that he hasn't identified the [Foundation Establishment Pill]. In his life, besides the one he ate, he has actually identified two.

Well, including the eating and identification, it’s just the same as this time.

This kind of thing wouldn't easily end up at an auction in their small town, especially with its quality: "Top quality?!"

The old man's voice cracked, and his hand, which was pinching the [Medicine Testing Formula], was shaking. He glanced at the spiritual light on his hand, dispersed it, pinched the formula, dispersed it again, and pinched the formula again. He did this three times in a row before he was finally sure that he was not mistaken.

He held the pill bottle, subconsciously stood up and turned around, then sat down awkwardly and said, "Fellow Daoist, could I send a message and ask the manager to come over?"

"Of course." Tang Hao raised the corners of his lips slightly. What he wants is your attention.

After sending the message, not long after, the door behind the old man was slammed open with a "bang", and a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance rushed in.

"My dear old man, where is the top-grade, top-grade [Foundation-Building Pill]?" As soon as the middle-aged man arrived, he couldn't wait to grab the old man's shoulder and ask.

The old man quickly handed it over: "Here."

The middle-aged man also tested it using the [Medicine Testing Technique].

Then he looked at Tang Hao and said, "I am Quan Zhixian, the manager of Quanxing Pavilion. Fellow Daoist, could you please sell these three elixirs to us directly?"

Tang Hao shook his head immediately after hearing this, without waiting for him to speak.

Quan Zhixian said again:
"Fellow Daoist, please don't rush to refuse. We can offer a price that is sincere enough, or you can make an offer. As long as it is not too outrageous, I will consider it."

It's no wonder he's like this. For cultivators on Yuequan Island, there have always been only three options for building a foundation.

The first choice is naturally to join the [Yaoyue Sect] and exchange [Foundation Building Pill] for contributions.

However, the [Yaoyue Sect] does not accept everyone, and contributions are not easily obtained.

The second thing is to go to Cangnan Region and look for that tiny opportunity in the auctions and black market transactions in various fairy cities and markets.

Finally, one can take sea beast demon pills to forcibly build the foundation. This method has an appallingly low success rate.

If you fail, exploding and dying is the end of it, but if you turn into a half-human, half-demon monster with no mind at all, that would be terrifying. Even if you succeed, there would be many sequelae.

As for the top-grade [Foundation-Building Pill], not to mention its nearly 100% success rate, it is said that those who have accumulated a lot of experience in the Qi Refining period can reach the level of the middle stage of the Foundation Building period after building the foundation.

The most important thing is that cultivators who build their foundation in this way will undergo a certain degree of transformation, and their future path will be smoother.

"I want the [Blood Shark Pearl]." Tang Hao said with a flash in his eyes.

If the other party was really willing to exchange it for the [Blood Shark Pearl], he would not bother to take the risk of seizing the Quan family's secret vault.

Quan Zhixian was originally expectant, waiting for Tang Hao to propose conditions, but after hearing about the [Blood Shark Pearl], his face suddenly turned cold.

He took a deep breath and said, "This is absolutely impossible. Fellow Daoist, why don't you change the conditions?"

"Is this what you call sincerity? Haha." Seeing that the other party was giving him the cold shoulder, Tang Hao didn't bother to say anything more.

His expression also turned cold: "In that case, I don't have anything I want, so just register and send it for the photo shoot."

"This..." The old man looked here and there, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Quan Zhixian narrowed his eyes, stared at Tang Hao for a moment, snorted lightly, and nodded to the old man.

"Wait!" Tang Hao suddenly spoke.

The two men's eyes suddenly lit up and they looked over with joy, thinking, has he changed his mind?

But Tang Hao said quietly, "The auction is still two days away. I wonder how you plan to preserve my precious elixir?"

Quan Zhixian changed his expression again, and his look was two points colder than before.

The old man glanced at him cautiously before answering, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. For valuable treasures like these, our pavilion always uses the secret vault to store them. They are absolutely safe."

"I'm not worried about it being in the secret vault, but I hope it won't be stolen during transportation?" Tang Hao nodded first, but then his expression turned hesitant.

The other party quickly assured: "That's impossible. When the time comes, there will naturally be secret vault guards to escort the treasures, and we will absolutely ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

"I see!" In other words, the secret vault might be left unguarded by then? Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction and said, "Then I'm relieved."

After he got the certificate, he left the appraisal room.

Quan Zhixian summoned two monks and ordered them, "Keep an eye on him. When you get a chance, bring him back!"

(End of this chapter)