After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

All eyes were fixed on the high platform in the center of the hall.

Lin Fengmian followed their gaze and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Something was suspended above the high platform.

That was a whip.

The entire whip glowed with a dark purple light. It was long and about seven feet long, and its body was covered with fine, scale-like patterns. Each scale had a faint flow of lightning.

At the handle of the whip, there is a fist-sized purple gemstone, inside which lightning seems to be rolling, radiating a chilling pressure.

The entire whip was wrapped in fine purple arcs of electricity, crackling as if it were about to explode at any moment.

It floated quietly above the platform, without any restrictions or protection.

But the overwhelming pressure made every cultivator present afraid to make a move.

Lin Fengmian only glanced at it, but his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

magic weapon!

This is a magic weapon!

The real magic weapon!

Lin Fengmian had once seen records about magical treasures in the sect's records.

Magic treasures are artifacts that can only be crafted and used by cultivators at the Core Formation stage or above. They contain fragments of the laws of heaven and earth and their power far surpasses that of spiritual artifacts.

The Taixiao Mirror Talisman in Lin Fengmian's possession was made from a Golden Core cultivator's magic weapon, and it could only unleash one-tenth of the original magic weapon's power.

But it was this one-tenth of its power that almost drove him and Nangong Li to the brink of despair!

Now, a complete magical artifact was placed in front of him, and his heart began to beat faster.

Moreover, the lightning crackling around the whip...

"Lightning attribute!"

Lin Fengmian gasped, a fiery glint flashing in his eyes.

Most magical artifacts are crafted using the five basic attributes of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

But in addition to the Five Elements, there are also variant attributes—wind, thunder, ice, darkness, light, and so on.

Among them, lightning-attribute offensive power is the strongest and also the rarest!

A magic weapon with the lightning attribute is worth at least 30% more than a magic weapon with the same base attribute!

If it were put at a major auction, it would be enough to make countless Golden Core cultivators fight tooth and nail for it!

Lin Fengmian took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and glanced at the hundreds of cultivators in the hall.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Although he wasn't skilled at using whips, he could give this magical artifact to Nangong Li or Chu Qingyi.

Those two girls are almost at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and they're not far from Core Formation.

With this magic weapon, our combat power will increase by at least one level.

Even if they don't like it, it would be an absolute treasure with a price that is hard to find if it were auctioned at a major auction.

Thinking of this, Lin Fengmian smiled.

"interesting."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall had reached its peak.

The magical artifact floated there quietly, without any restrictions, as if waiting for someone to take it away.

But it is precisely this "easy access" that makes everyone hesitate.

Everyone knows that in such an opportunity, whoever makes the first move is likely to become the target of everyone's criticism.

There were over a hundred cultivators, with varying levels of cultivation, ranging from the late stage of Qi Refining to the mid stage of Foundation Establishment.

But none of those who made it this far were ordinary people.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"Gentlemen!"

A rough voice rang out.

A burly man with a full beard stepped out from the crowd, looked around, and said loudly:

"Since this magical artifact has no protective restrictions, why don't we all share it and examine it together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of snickers erupted in the hall.

"Seeing is believing? Who do you think you are?"

A young cultivator dressed in brocade robes sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"Exactly! A mere late-stage Qi Refining cultivator dares to share with us?"

Another Foundation Establishment cultivator spoke in a sinister tone, his voice full of sarcasm.

The burly man's face flushed red, but he dared not refute.

His cultivation level was indeed among the lowest, and he had absolutely no say in this situation.

For a moment, the hall fell into a stalemate.

Some are eyeing the opportunity covetously, some are secretly gathering strength, and some are observing from all sides, each with their own ulterior motives.

Just then—

"Gentlemen, why don't you hear me out?"

A clear and melodious sound rang out.

The crowd automatically parted to form a passage.

A woman in red walked out gracefully.

She wore a gorgeous red palace dress, perfectly tailored, which accentuated her exquisite figure.

Her breasts were full and high, standing out even through the thin fabric, as if they might burst the clothes at any moment.

Her waist was slender and delicate, with a rounded hip line below. Her long legs were faintly visible under the hem of her skirt, and she swayed gracefully with every step she took.

Her dark hair was tied up high, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her eyes shone like stars, her nose was straight and elegant, and her lips were full and red.

What's most striking is the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, which adds a touch of allure to her already stunning face.

But what made everyone wary was not her beauty.

Rather, it was her cultivation level—

Late foundation building!

The spiritual pressure emanating from him was solid and heavy, pressing down on the hearts of everyone present like a mountain.

In this secret realm that can only accommodate cultivators at or below the Foundation Establishment stage, the late Foundation Establishment stage is considered the highest level of existence.

The woman in red surveyed the entire room, her beautiful eyes conveying a composure and authority befitting someone accustomed to a position of power.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice soft, yet clearly reaching every ear:

"Everyone, there are no restrictions around this magical artifact." She raised her hand, pointing to the whip wreathed in purple lightning on the high platform.

"This shows that its previous owner did not set up any protection at all."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"In other words, this magical artifact is choosing its master."

"Whoever can make it recognize its owner, it belongs to that person."

After these words were spoken, the hall fell silent for a moment.

The cultivators looked at each other and began to whisper among themselves.

After a moment, someone nodded.

That makes sense.

"Indeed, this is the fairest way."

"Since there are no restrictions, then it's all up to fate."

Seeing that no one objected, the woman in red smiled faintly and continued:

"Since everyone agrees on this point, how about this—"

She raised her hand and pointed to the high platform where the magic weapon was located:

"We will proceed in the order in which we discovered this object, attempting to claim it as our owner. Whoever can make it agree to be our owner will possess this magical treasure. No one else may renege on their agreement."

What do you all think?

A moment of silence fell over the hall.

Then, one by one, people nodded in agreement.

"Can!"

"That's what we'll do!"

"fair!"

Seeing that everyone agreed, the woman in red stepped back and gestured for them to proceed.

"Alright, then please have the first one come forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young cultivator dressed in brocade robes stepped out from the crowd.