The Indomitable Master of Elixirs

Linghe wiped his face, while Yichen awkwardly shifted his gaze.

“What’s the matter? If there’s not enough money, get Yichen to go fetch another two stone pieces?” Ji Fengyan remained uncomprehending.

Linghe quickly shook his head and looked in exasperation at Ji Fengyan. He tediously repeated what the auctioneer had said about the special bidding procedure.

Ji Fengyan blinked, she had not expected that this auction could be so strange.

“I used money in all my previous bids.” Ji Fengyan frowned in distress.

Linghe had no words left to say.

Ji Fengyan gazed toward the Tree of the Flowing Bloodshed on the auction stage, her eyes nearly glowing green.

Due to the unusual auction method, the auctioneer had allowed the crowd a certain amount of preparation time before starting the bidding process—so that they could review which treasures back home could be used for the exchange.

Ji Fengyan rubbed her chin, appearing deep in thought as she passed a sweeping glance across the congregation. She subconsciously stroked the empty Space Soul Jade with her other hand.

To be fair, her Grandmaster and Master had left her a sizable number of premium quality items. Any of those articles could suppress an immortal cultivator.

But…

Ji Fengyan was reluctant to use the “legacies” left behind by those two old folks.

After stroking for some time, Ji Fengyan retrieved a palm-sized Eight Trigrams mirror. The mirror looked exceptionally bright, its back made of a special material and divided into distinct black and white parts—representing yin and yang. Showing the Eight Trigrams mirror to Linghe, she said, “Brother Linghe, does this item look valuable to you?”

Linghe glanced at the old and broken mirror in Ji Fengyan’s hands, the corners of his mouth twitching… however, as it was Ji Fengyan who had asked him, Linghe had no choice but to take up the Eight Trigrams mirror and scrutinize it.

But…

“Mistress, allow me to be honest: your mirror… is completely out of place alongside precious jewelry and ornaments.” Linghe cautiously returned the Eight Trigrams mirror to Ji Fengyan.

Ji Fengyan wrinkled her brow slightly. Perplexed, she looked at the mirror in her hands.

“This Eight Trigrams mirror won’t do?”

This was the very magical weapon that her Grandmaster had used to suppress the Demon King. Bearing the ability to absorb and seal souls – who knew how many immortal cultivators had fight tooth and nail in order to possess it! Although it had not been in use for many years… it was nonetheless once a legend within the immortal cultivation world!

Linghe had no idea what the hell was that “Eight Trigrams mirror”. But looking at Ji Fengyan’s perturbed little face, he could not bear to speak too bluntly.

Undeterred, Ji Fengyan brought out several more Dharma treasures from the immortal cultivation world. However, thousands of years of existence had left its marks on these instruments – they all appeared old and battered, with absolutely no distinguishing or special quality to them.

Linghe had to resolutely reject each and every one of them.

There was no choice but to drench Ji Fengyan’s fiery enthusiasm with cold hard reality.

Just as Ji Fengyan was enduring Linghe’s repeated rebuffs, the auction process for the Tree of the Flowing Bloodshed officially started. Having twiddled their thumbs for a long while, the masses could finally unleash their madness!

“The starting bid for the Tree of the Flowing Bloodshed is a four-star magical weapon. Please begin your bids.” The auctioneer’s words immediately took out a majority of the bidders from the running.

There existed many magical weapons in this world—every one of them valuable. Most people owned some, while every major family clan would usually possess one or two magical weapons as family heirlooms. Passed down from generation to generation, they were the symbols of power for each of the major family clans.