After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Chapter 250 Auction Begins

Three days later, the poisoned whip was produced.

Luo Huanzhen squatted in front of the alchemy furnace, staring intently at the crimson light inside, his eyes unblinking.

The light has faded.

She reached in and pulled the whip out.

Then she froze.

"...A low-grade spiritual weapon?"

Luo Huanzhen picked up the whip and shook it.

The whip was crimson, its joints gleaming with a dull sheen. Poisonous sand had seeped into each joint, making it slightly warm to the touch.

Her face fell.

The best quality one wasn't made.

It's not even top-grade.

It's just a low-grade product.

Luo Zhenhuan let out a small sigh and threw the whip on the ground.

"Smack."

The whip tip landed on the bluestone ground, leaving a faint red mark.

The red mark did not disappear.

It slowly, very slowly, seeped into the stone.

Luo Huanzhen blinked.

She squatted down and touched the mark with her little hand.

Still.

Moreover, it's a little deeper than before.

Luo Zhen picked up the whip and examined it from all angles, his eyes growing brighter with each look.

She suddenly jumped up and ran out of the cave.

"gorgeous!"

"Look at this!"

In her sea of consciousness, Banlan slowly opened her eyes.

[Low-grade spiritual weapon.]

"You've been practicing for three days, and this is all you've produced."

【Zhenzhen, your talent for weapon crafting is amazing!】

"It's a growth-oriented product!"

Luo Huanzhen held the whip, his face flushed red, and he stomped his feet excitedly.

"Did you see that clearly? It's a growth-oriented one!"

gorgeous:【……】

It moved closer to take a look.

I watched for three breaths.

Then it fell silent.

[...Growth-oriented?]

"Yes!"

Luo Huanzhen flicked his whip.

"Whoosh—"

A faint red trail remained in the air, lingering for a long time.

"Although it's considered inferior now, it will grow!"

"It grows because it eats poison!"

"It will grow as tall as I feed it poison!"

Banlan looked at the red mark, then at the excited, glowing little face, and remained silent for a long time.

"You're really lucky."

Luo really doesn't believe in luck.

She believed in experimentation.

So she shook it twice inside the cave.

First time.

The curtains have a hole burned in them.

The second time.

A piece of the table corner was chipped.

The third time—

Three pieces of plaster have fallen off the wall.

Luo Huanzhen stood amidst the mess, looking at the crimson whip in his hand, extremely satisfied.

She carefully rolled up the whip, held it in her arms, and strode out to deliver the goods.

When the shopkeeper of the weapon-refining workshop took the whip, he was initially nonchalant.

The junior sect leader of the Xuantian Sect took a job from him three months ago.

Five hundred thousand spirit stones, a top-grade spirit treasure.

He still hangs that bill on the wall as a signboard.

So he took the whip and asked with a smile, "What good stuff has Young Sect Master Luo refined this time?"

Then he looked down.

The smile disappeared.

He raised the whip and looked at it in the light.

Then I put it down.

He raised it again.

Finally, he grabbed the jade slip on the table, poured his spiritual power into it, and tested it three times.

"Growth-oriented?!"

The shopkeeper's voice cracked.

"Starting from the lowest grade, with an unknown growth potential?!"

Luo Huanzhen tiptoed and leaned over the counter, nodding very seriously.

"yes."

"I've tried it myself; it eats poison."

"The more poisonous it is, the faster it grows."

The shopkeeper looked at the whip, then at her, his expression quite interesting.

In his life, he has seen people refine top-grade items and even immortal artifacts.

He had never seen anyone sell a low-grade spiritual artifact so confidently.

But he couldn't find the words to refute it.

Because the concept of "growth potential" is priceless.

Even the most powerful top-grade spiritual treasures have their limits.

A low-grade spiritual weapon with a growth potential—no one knows how far it can grow.

The shopkeeper took a deep breath.

"Three hundred thousand."

"Young Sect Master Luo, I will offer 300,000."

Luo Huanzhen's small eyes suddenly curved into crescent moons.

"make a deal!"

Three hundred thousand spirit stones were all put into the Qiankun bag without missing a single one.

Luo Huanzhen, carrying the bag, jogged back to his cave.

The first thing to do upon entering is to empty the bag.

The ground was covered with white spirit stones, piled up into a small mountain.

She sat down in the hill and started counting on her chubby little hands.

One million.

Add 300,000.

One million three hundred thousand.

After Luo Zhen finished counting, he lay down on his back on the pile of spirit stones.

"Hahaha……"

She laughed so hard that her arms and legs were up in the air, and her two short legs were kicking wildly in mid-air.

One million three hundred thousand.

She had never seen so much money in her life, her past life, or even her life before that.

The combined treasury of the entire Xuantian Sect probably doesn't even amount to the amount of silver in the bag she's carrying.

She rolled over, buried her face in the pile of spirit stones, and took a deep breath.

The smell of the spirit stone is really good.

After laughing for half an incense stick's time, Luo Zhen actually sat up.

Her smile slowly faded.

She looked down at the pile of spirit stones, her brows furrowing slightly.

not enough.

That might still not be enough.

She remembered the incident at the Treasure Pavilion.

That bald-headed guy, just to spite her, spent 650,000 spirit stones on something worth 100,000 spirit stones without batting an eye.

Without even blinking.

How much money do those people actually have?

And the damaged artifact to be photographed three days later—

Luo Zhenzhen shivered.

That's not something worth 100,000.

That's something that can attract the entire cultivation world of the Eastern Continent.

How many "scratched heads" will be sitting in the private room then?

One million three hundred thousand, that sounds like a lot.

If it really comes down to a fight, they might not even be able to compete on a single price.

Luo Huanzhen sat in the pile of spirit stones, hugging his knees, and began to worry seriously.

Then she remembered.

She has one more thing.

It was a fruit.

It is purple, about the size of a thumb, and crystal clear. When placed in the palm of your hand, you can see fine lines inside, like feathers or the traces left by a swallow skimming across the water.

Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit.

She picked three of them from the Lingshan Secret Realm. She ate two, and couldn't bear to part with the last one.

She didn't take it out when she was in the Treasure Pavilion.

It's not that I don't want to sell.

She felt that a place like the Treasure Pavilion was not worthy of it.

Luo Zhen held the fruit in his palm and looked at it for a long time.

Then she tied the Qiankun bag and went out with her short legs.

This time, she didn't go to the Treasure Pavilion.

It's Liancheng Auction House.

"This, this is—"

The auction house butler held the fruit, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold it.

The old man next to him leaned over for a look, and his face turned pale instantly.

"Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit".

"It really is the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit."

The old man's voice was trembling.

"Young...Young Sect Master, where did you obtain this item?"

"It was picked from a secret place."

Luo Zhen actually stood on a chair—she was too short to reach the counter without standing on it—and answered very frankly.

"I picked three and ate two."

"The taste is so-so, I don't really like it, so I'll keep it."

deacon:"……"

Old man: "..."

The two of them shut their mouths at the same time.

I ate two.

Eat it like candy.

The old man took a deep breath, carefully placed the fruit back into the jade box, closed the lid, and then, still feeling uneasy, added another seal.

Then he raised his head and looked at Luo Huanzhen, his eyes now completely different.

"Young Sect Master."

"To be honest, three years ago, a secret realm was opened in Zhongzhou, and it is said that the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit appeared in it."

"That time, thirty-seven Nascent Soul cultivators and three Deity Transformation cultivators went."

"None of them came back."

Luo Huanzhen blinked.

"They're really stupid."

Old man: "..."

The deacon stood to the side, his face turning red with embarrassment.

The old man paused for a while before continuing.

"If even one of these items were to appear in the world, it would cause a bloodbath in the cultivation world."

"Young Master, you entrusted it to our auction house. I am deeply grateful."

"We plan to save it for last and make it the grand finale."

"The top-selling item will definitely fetch the highest price!"

Luo Huanzhen shook his head abruptly.

"No!"

The old man was taken aback.

"Young Sect Master?"

"It can't be last."

Luo Zhen stood ramrod straight, his two little hands resting on the counter, his face unusually serious.

"Before that broken artifact!"

The old man and the deacon exchanged a glance.

"Young Master, the final acts are always the most important; the prices increase as the show progresses!"

"I know!"

Luo was really anxious, and her voice rose.

"I want to buy that damaged artifact!"

"If the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit were ranked lower, the damaged artifact would be snatched up before I even got my money!"

"Then what use would I have for this fruit!"

As she spoke, her eyes became a little red.

One million three hundred thousand sounds like a lot, but she knew perfectly well that in that situation, that amount of money was really not enough.

She must first exchange the fruit for a spirit stone.

They exchanged it for piles and piles of spirit stones.

Only then would she be qualified to stand in front of that broken artifact and bid against those people.

The old man remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"it is good."

"Do as the young sect leader says."

"Place it before the damaged items."

The steward whispered a reminder from the side, "But Master, the seats for the stage are already occupied—"

"Change."

The old man waved his hand, his smile revealing a hint of excitement that he himself was unaware of.

"Since you brought something like this to film here, what's wrong with offering a small suggestion?"

"Give her what she wants."

Two days later, the auction began.

As dawn broke, the square outside Liancheng Auction House was already packed with people.

The white, hemispherical building gleamed softly in the morning light, with towering spires reaching into the clouds on either side.

Luo Huan, carrying the standing ticket numbered 1209, entered through the side door and followed the signs to the outermost circle.

Standing area.

He just stood there.

There were no seats, no tea, no waiters, and not even a railing to lean on.

But the view is actually not bad—the standing area is at the top of the outermost circle, in a stepped manner, with each row behind being half a body length higher than the row in front.

The cultivator had sharp hearing and eyesight, so standing a little further away didn't hinder his view.

Luo Zhen found a spot to stand on the side, put her hands behind her back, and waited obediently.

"Sect Leader Luo?!"

A voice, both surprised and delighted, rang out from the side.

Luo Huanzhen turned his head.

It's Liu Dongdong and Li Qiang.

Two teenagers were squeezed in the crowd, their faces flushed red.

Li Qiang was still holding that dark stone in his hand, facing the auction stage.

"Sect Leader Luo, what are you doing in the standing room section?!"

Liu Dongdong was even more excited than him.

"Aren't you the sect leader of the Xuantian Sect?! The Xuantian Sect is so rich! How come you—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.