Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Harvesting the Talents of Demonic Beasts

Chapter 117 A Withered Root

"I don't know, but could you please explain?"

Lin Changheng looked at the middle-aged man wearing a cow-face mask and shook his head.

"Hehe, it's quite simple. Sir, please take out the item you wish to auction. Our professional appraisers will appraise it. If it is genuine and has a certain value, it can proceed to the auction process at a price of fifty low-grade spirit stones or more."

The man with the bull-faced man smiled and gave a brief introduction, then looked at an elderly man with a horse-faced mask and a beard and hair of about 50 years old standing to the side.

"If this item fails to attract any bidders and is therefore not sold, a bidding fee of five spirit stones will be charged; if this item is sold normally, one-tenth of the final auction price in spirit stones will be deducted as the bidding fee."

"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

"It's truly a highly profitable venture."

Lin Changheng thought to himself, but still chose to agree.

The reason is that no matter how ruthless the auction is, it can't be as ruthless as the buyback prices offered by shops outside, which are often 50% or 60% of the original price.

He immediately took out the high-grade defensive magic artifact shaped like a golden seal.

"Hmm? This is a high-grade magic artifact?"

The bull-faced man was somewhat surprised, but he didn't ask any questions and directly handed the magic artifact to the horse-faced appraiser.

"good."

After a brief moment of work, the horse-faced appraiser gave his assessment: "This is a top-grade Buddhist artifact, in excellent condition, and suitable for auction."

"I suggest a starting bid of 300 low-grade spirit stones. Each bid should be at least 10 spirit stones higher."

The ox-faced man then asked Lin Changheng for his opinion: "What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

Lin Changheng pondered for a moment: "The starting price is three hundred and fifty."

"can."

"can."

Both agreed, and the item was immediately sent to the front desk for auction.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you go to the front desk and check out the auction? Perhaps you'll find something you like?"

After completing his task, the bull-faced man laughed directly.

Lin Changheng did not move. The bull-faced man's questioning "What?" had just been uttered when the man in the bamboo hat in front of him silently took out two more magical artifacts.

A black scythe, a black shield.

"Hmm? They're all mid-grade magic artifacts?"

The ox-faced man was taken aback, but fortunately, he was quite professional and quickly recovered, getting back to work with the horse-faced appraiser.

After finishing everything, Lin Changheng put away the receipts and left the room. He casually walked to the auction stage and found a seat.

Clearly, this auction is just starting out and cannot compare to the large-scale auctions in Huangxufang. At the same time, the value of the auctioned items is also far inferior, but there are still quite a few bids.

This means that the demand exists.

Soon, Lin Changheng saw the golden seal magic artifact he had provided in the hands of the auctioneer.

As soon as the description "a top-grade magic weapon in perfect condition" was published, three cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining actually started bidding.

Lin Changheng stood there silently watching, making no attempt to raise the price for himself.

Because of one mistake, they lost dozens of spirit stones.

Lin Changheng would never do something so foolish.

"Four hundred and ninety spirit stones!"

I'll offer five hundred!

"Five hundred and one!"

……

Lin Changheng had never felt this way before, and he only hoped that the bid would be as high as possible.

Ultimately, the price for this high-grade magic artifact fell to over 530.

"good."

Although Lin Changheng regretted that there weren't any higher bids, he was quite satisfied with the price. No matter how perfect a secondhand magical artifact is, it is still a secondhand magical artifact.

Since it's not a rare item, a price reduction is inevitable.

Otherwise, why wouldn't people just buy a brand new one? They might be taking on some kind of risk.

But at this price, after deducting the auction house's cut, Lin Changheng would only get 10% off, which is 477 coins!

Even so, it's still 107 stones higher than the highest price of 370 low-grade spirit stones in those shops!

Fragrant!
Before long, Lin Changheng's two mid-grade magic artifacts were also auctioned off.

Because of its severe wear and tear, although it was auctioned off, the price was not high.

In total, it amounted to less than two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

In total, we harvested approximately 650 spirit stones.

After the three items were handed over, Lin Changheng got up and went to the side hut to retrieve the auctioned spirit stones.

Just as they had achieved their goal and were about to leave, they heard a gasp from below the auction stage.

"What kind of auction item could have caused such a strong reaction?"

Lin Changheng immediately became interested and quickly walked over to take a look.

To the side, an old man held up a jade box, tilting it slightly to show it to the outside, revealing the root of a spiritual herb.

It's said to be the root of the "Nine-Leaf Purple Ganoderma," which is one of the three main ingredients for refining Foundation Establishment Pills.

This is also the source of the gasps from the audience!

It is perfectly reasonable for things related to foundation building to elicit this reaction.

But as everyone saw it clearly, some disheartened and questioning voices quickly emerged from the audience.

"If it were a living root, that would be fine. I could take it back and plant it. Perhaps decades later, I could actually obtain a main ingredient for the Foundation Establishment Pill, though the probability is not high! But this root is so withered and indescribable, I'm afraid it's not a dead root, is it?"

"Haha, even if it's a complete, normal root, you might not get a single Foundation Establishment Pill ingredient even after a hundred years. This thing can't even be grown in the upper sects; it needs to be harvested from secret realms. Otherwise, why would the number of Foundation Establishment Pills be so scarce? And why would its price be so abnormally high?"

“Fellow Daoist is right. You are knowledgeable. These withered roots must have come from somewhere and have been stored for at least ten years. Although you tried to lock the spirit, you could not stop the loss of life. This state is not something that will last for just one or two days.”

"However, what that fellow Daoist said at the beginning was slightly flawed. If it can really be saved and this root can be successfully planted, it will not take a hundred or several decades, but only twenty years to obtain a usable main ingredient for Foundation Establishment Pills."

"Perhaps we could use a magic elixir for irrigation, hahaha."

"..."

Among the cultivators present were many knowledgeable individuals who offered their opinions.

He spoke with such conviction and conviction that it seemed undeniable, which extinguished the fervor in the hearts of the others.

Lin Changheng listened intently and looked directly at the root, which lay quietly in the jade box. It was a dull purplish-brown color, and its surface was covered with cracked patterns, like the bark of an old tree that had weathered a thousand years of wind and frost.

Several fine, hair-like silver lines meander across its surface, but they have lost their luster, like a dried-up river.

Although still covered in old soil, the signs of lifelessness were already visible to the naked eye.

It's a dead root.

Fortunately, the price of this root is set quite low: "Thirty low-grade spirit stones, starting at five spirit stones".

It's not that no one spoke up.

Forty-five!

"Fifty low-grade spirit stones."

"Fifty-five pieces."

Just as the price was about to approach that of a low-grade magic artifact, the bidding suddenly stopped.

The masked host on stage wisely refrained from speaking up to stop the discussion, so the cultivators did not direct their accusations of fraud and deception at the organizers.

Just as he was about to announce the results, a voice quietly rang out, "Seventy."

"Ok?"

Are there still people who don't believe in superstition?

(End of this chapter)