Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Lin Qi took out the last item from his storage ring.

He personally pushed this last item to the center of the table. The base of the item was cast from a single piece of black iron, thicker than the base of any of the previous items.

Furthermore, there were several layers of restrictive light screens all around, nested one after another. Each layer of light screen had a different color, with the outermost layer being light gold, then silver-white, and finally turning into a deep blue.

This setup shows that it is taken very seriously, with an ancient bronze tray placed inside the light screen.

A bead hangs in the center of the tray.

The bead is the size of a baby's fist, deep blue to almost black, with a thin layer of watery sheen on its surface, like a piece of sea that has been shaped into a ball and stuffed into a small space.

The bead, without any support, floated three inches above the tray, slowly rotating. With each rotation, a faint blue arc of light flashed deep within the bead, flickering silently.

The air in the venue changed its weight the instant the bead appeared. It wasn't a few wisps of pressure leaked by some powerful figure, but the presence of the object itself.

Sitting on the soft couch, Yi Yang could clearly discern that feeling. The thing didn't exude any aggressive aura, yet it made one want to look at it more.

That sense of "presence" was too strong.

Many of the martial artists in the hall had already stood up and were tiptoeing toward the table.

Yi Yang put the teacup he was holding back on the table, and probed the bead with his divine sense. It was bounced back when it touched the outermost layer of the barrier light screen.

It's several levels stronger than the previous Condensed Mystic Flower's restriction.

Lin Qi stood beside the tray, his businessman's smile, which had been on his face all day, completely gone, and began to introduce the product to the audience:

"This is the last item in the auction—a spiritual weapon, the 'Azure Sea Pearl'."

He paused for two breaths, giving everyone ample time to think, before continuing:

"The spiritual essence of this weapon is intact."

The hall fell silent for a moment, then suddenly erupted into a great discussion:

"A spirit weapon?! And a spirit weapon with intact spiritual power?"

"You heard me right...the spirit is intact!"

"I've lived for over fifty years and seen countless treasures and broken spiritual weapons in various prefectures, but I've only ever heard of flawless spiritual weapons with intact spiritual energy in stories..."

The murmurs spread like waves from the front row to the back of the hall, and even the first-floor private rooms became noisy. Someone pushed open the crystal window a crack and eagerly peeked out.

Yi Yang's fingers paused on his knee for a moment.

The words "spiritual weapon" and "fully imbued with spiritual essence" together are enough to prove the preciousness of this weapon, because it is a weapon that only a grandmaster can use.

Yi Yang's Xuan Yuan was a spirit weapon, and he knew better than anyone what a weapon of this level meant. But he also knew that he had less than two hundred spirit crystals left in his pocket, so this excitement had nothing to do with him.

After the commotion below the stage had mostly subsided, Lin Qi raised his hand to quell it and continued:

"The Canglan Sea Pearl is not in the form of a sword or blade."

"It is an artifact-type spirit weapon, and its killing power is inferior to that of swords and other spirit weapons of the same level. This is its weakness."

"but--"

Lynch raised his voice slightly.

"Artifact-type spiritual weapons are not picky about cultivation methods or sects. No matter whether a martial artist cultivates fist, palm, knife, or sword, they can control them."

"Think about it, everyone. If a spirit-grade sword falls into the hands of a swordsman, how much of its power can he wield? Three parts? Four parts? But this bead doesn't have that problem."

The murmurs in the hall subsided, and many people's expressions shifted from shock to deep thought. Yi Yang nodded in agreement; Lin Qi's words made sense.

If the user's martial arts style is not compatible with the weapon, the power of a spirit weapon will be greatly reduced. It is said that only grandmaster-level experts can fully unleash the power of a spirit weapon that is adapted to their own martial arts.

However, artifact-type spirit weapons bypass this limitation.

This is why it is more valuable than other swords and spirit weapons of the same level.

Lin Qi clearly knew that these weren't the most attractive things. He paused for a moment, then looked up as if addressing the people above him.

"More importantly—"

"A complete divine power is hidden within the Azure Sea Pearl."

"Canglan Prison".

The moment those words left his mouth, Yi Yang's divine sense clearly perceived that the energy in the four VIP rooms above him fluctuated simultaneously.

Four.

Not a single one was missing.

Lynch continued.

"Supernatural powers are different from martial arts techniques and moves; they are a higher level of power application beyond the Perfection of the Profound Realm. To enter the Grandmaster Realm, comprehending and mastering supernatural powers is an essential path."

"The 'Azure Prison' sealed within this sea pearl, once activated by the spiritual weapon, can expand into a domain within a radius of several dozen feet, imprisoning the enemy's movements and the circulation of true energy."

"For those who are striving to reach a higher realm and need to comprehend the power of supernatural abilities—"

"This bead is a key."

After he finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent.

The True Qi Realm martial artists in the hall exchanged bewildered glances. This level of skill was completely beyond their comprehension. Grandmasters and supernatural abilities were unimaginably distant from their understanding.

The martial artists at the Transcendent Realm in the second-floor private rooms also fell silent.

Han Ji sat on the soft couch, his right hand unconsciously gripping the scabbard of "Hanxiao," his knuckles bulging. His gaze passed through the crystal window, fixed on the deep blue bead on the platform that was slowly rotating, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

A spirit weapon with intact spirituality.

It also comes with a complete supernatural power.

He had been in the Tianxin Sect for over a hundred years and knew that there were a few items of that level in the sect's treasure pavilion, but he had never seen such an item before.

Han Ji didn't turn around, but lowered his voice and said to Xie Tinglan, "Next up are the four people upstairs. Let's just watch the show."

He paused and then added, "I only hope that Elder Chu can acquire this item and bring it back to the sect."

Xie Tinglan didn't reply; she knew this matter had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Yi Yang leaned back on the soft couch, a teacup beside him, untouched.

The starting bid of two thousand spirit crystals excluded him, but more importantly, it was the core value of this spirit weapon—assisting in comprehending supernatural powers.

He is currently only at the first level of the Profound Realm, far from that level, so there is no need to consider it. In addition, he also has a spiritual weapon on him.

Yi Yang gently probed upwards with his "Breaking Illusion" realm divine sense, attempting to capture every trace of energy fluctuation. This was a rare opportunity to observe the powerful figures on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

Lynch's voice rang out again:

Starting bid: 2,000 spirit crystals.

The first bidder at the top was Jiang Zhongtian, who casually offered a price: "Two thousand three hundred coins."

But before he could finish speaking, a second voice boomed down, this one deep and steady:

"Two thousand eight hundred."

This was the first powerful figure to speak up, Chu Tiankuo, an elder of the Enforcement Hall of the Heavenly Heart Sect.

Less than a breath later, a third voice drifted from another private room, offering a bid with a hint of coldness and sharpness:

"Three thousand five hundred."

Ten Thousand Swords Valley, Bai Yuchen.

Lu Zui spoke last: "Four thousand."

Four people, within five breaths, directly raised the price by a generation.

The price jumped from two thousand to four thousand.

Holding his teacup, Yi Yang caught the fluctuations in the spiritual senses of the four powerful figures amidst the exchange of their voices:

As the four experts at the peak of the Profound Realm made their bids, they simultaneously released their respective divine senses.

The four divine senses collided above the top-floor private room, squeezing, rubbing, and pushing each other.

The aftershocks swept across the first floor where Yi Yang was located.

The golden-haired giant ape sitting cross-legged in his sea of ​​consciousness opened its three eyes wide, its golden fur bristling. Yi Yang circulated the "Mind Ape Guarding Intent Technique" to suppress the giant ape's agitation, while simultaneously making rapid judgments in his mind.

None of the four divine senses were weaker than the "Breaking Illusion" realm.

Two of them have already faintly reached the perfection of "breaking through illusion".

As expected, none of the people on the Hidden Dragon List were just reckless brutes who only knew how to throw punches. They had all mastered everything: divine sense, martial arts techniques, physical body, and weapons.

Yi Yang silently kept this information in mind.

The bidding continued.

Jiang Zhongtian raised his stake to 4,300. Chu Tiankuo placed his bet at 4,500. Bai Yuchen followed with 4,600. These players weren't as generous as they had been at the beginning.

Lu Zui remained silent after the 4,600th coin.

Yi Yang noticed that the aura in the old man's private room had calmed down. He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice. It seemed that this powerful figure was still slightly inferior to the three on the Hidden Dragon List.

The bidding process turned into a three-way struggle.

Jiang Zhongtian raised the number to 4,800, paused for a few moments, and Bai Yuchen followed with 4,900. Chu Tiankuo didn't give anyone a chance to catch their breath, announcing 5,000 in one breath.

Integers, straightforward, and without unnecessary embellishment.

Bai Yuchen paused for three breaths before following up: "Five thousand three hundred."

Jiang Zhongtian remained silent, indicating that he had also withdrawn.

Only two voices remained on the field.

Chu Tiankuo and Bai Yuchen.

Tianxin Sect versus Wanjian Valley.

Yi Yang's lips twitched. These two families had been rivals outside Qingzhou City for hundreds of years, and today they had clashed again.

The bid of 4,100 coins from Bai Yuchen was displayed on the table, and Chu Tiankuo barely paused.

"Five thousand five hundred pieces."

He added two hundred more coins at the exorbitant price.

His voice came from the private room, deep and resonant as ever, with no indication of where the limit of his bid lay – this was the confidence only an elder of the Heavenly Heart Sect's Enforcement Hall possessed.

Bai Yuchen's private room fell silent, and after a few breaths, no sound came out.

Lin Qi raised his hand, the jade hammer hovering in mid-air. He waited three more breaths, making sure no one else spoke, before bringing the hammer down.

"clang!"

The hammer fell.

"Five thousand five hundred spirit crystals—sold!"

Congratulations to our VIP guest on the top floor!

There was no applause, no discussion, not a sound at all.

Five thousand five hundred spirit crystals—this is the highest single-item auction record since the establishment of Hengyue Town.

Yi Yang placed the empty teacup back on the table and mentally calculated the total sales. The combined sales of these six highlight items tonight would probably exceed twelve thousand spirit crystals.

This number is enough to support several prefecture cities. Yi Yang didn't have any particular feelings about it, because this was the reality of a country established on military strength, with resources concentrated at the top. So what he needed to do now was to go back to seclusion and successfully cultivate the "Divine Bone Blood Refinement" manual that he had acquired for 680 spirit crystals.

Money spent must be converted into strength; strength is the only true measure of success.

Lynch bowed and gestured to the audience in thanks, then announced the end of the auction and reminded all guests to leave in an orderly fashion.

The tense and exciting atmosphere that had lasted all night finally eased. The martial artists in the hall stood up and walked towards the door in groups of three or five, chattering about what they had seen and heard that night, such as the five thousand five hundred spirit crystals and Lu Zui taking the lotus seed. The more they talked, the more excited they became.

Yi Yang got up from the soft couch, placed the bidding paddle on the table, walked to the corner, picked up the Xuan Yuan Blade, and wrapped it with a strip of cloth several times. He planned to go to Jiang Zhongtian's private room after everyone had left to discuss the next steps.

He walked to the door of the private room and reached out to put his hand on the doorknob.

At this very moment.

His "Insightful Realm" divine sense detected five strange things in the hall.

Five people.

He mingled with the departing crowd, dressed in clothes no different from the martial artists around him, walking normally, and even having an expression on his face as if he were chatting with someone.

However, the circulation of qi and blood in their bodies malfunctioned during the same breath, causing the qi and blood flowing in their bodies to fluctuate violently and expand outwards, leading to the deformation of their flesh and blood.