Volume 1 Chapter 38: Fighting for the Pill
Chapter 38: Fighting for the Pill
The cultivator who had just won an advanced pill wanted to leave, but was stopped by Duanmu Leng, who said to him, "Please wait a moment, and leave in an hour." The cultivator was a little angry and asked, "Why?" Duanmu Leng replied, "Is this your first time here? This is the rule of the auction. As long as the price of the item is higher than 500,000, both parties can leave early for safety. No one can leave within an hour of their exit."
The cultivator argued, "The advanced pill I won is worth more than 500,000, so I can leave." Duanmu Leng said, "You can leave, but you have to wait for a while. I can guarantee that no one in the tent will leave within an hour of your departure." The cultivator was not satisfied and wanted to be stubborn, but Duanmu Leng smiled and said, "If you don't believe me and want to force your way in, you can try it." As soon as he finished speaking. Several figures suddenly appeared around the tent. Zhang Pawei looked around and recognized three of them: Fang Chengzi from Lingshan Sect, Wu Laoguai from Lianqigu Valley, and Yuan Zhijie from Wanfa Sect. Seeing that the others were of the same level as them, they were probably members of the Law Enforcement Hall of the three major sects.
The cultivator stopped talking and sat down. Duanmu Leng continued the auction. The third precious treasure appeared, a fifth-grade monster egg. Monsters have a longer lifespan than humans. Adult monsters are difficult to capture, but killing them is easier. Therefore, if a cultivator wants to sign a contract with a monster, unless the monster is confused, it must be cultivated from childhood. A fifth-grade monster, if it is raised, will definitely be a good helper. The people below the stage started bidding again. Although they failed to bid the sky-high price of the Changsheng Fan, they sold it at a high price of 1.5 million spirit stones.
From then on, every hour, a cultivator who won a high-priced item or got a large amount of spirit stones would leave alone. The auction began to become boring, and no one wanted to stay for long. Duanmu Leng looked around the field and said with a smile: "So many Taoist friends have brought out treasures for everyone to see, Duanmu Leng can't help but express his appreciation. So, I will sell three advanced pills, which are the pills that can be used to upgrade from the middle stage of Qi Refining to the high stage, from the high stage to the top stage, and from the top stage of Qi Refining to the initial stage of Foundation Building. As a prize, if there are no more Taoist friends bidding, please stay for a while and watch the excitement. All disciples of the same level who are suitable for taking pills can compete on the field. As long as you win ten games in a row or no one is willing to compete with you, the advanced pill will be yours. I wonder if Taoist friends are interested in watching this excitement?"
Everyone in the audience understood that it was nothing more than buying time for the cultivators who got the high-level items so that they could leave safely, but they couldn't offend the three major sects for no reason, so they had to sit on the spot and watch the competition. Besides, if anyone left at this time, it would be obvious to tell everyone that I am going to rob and no one can stop me. How stupid must a cultivator be to do such a thing?
First, the mid-level Qi Refining disciples competed. Generally speaking, disciples of this level practiced at home, and few went out to practice, so not many disciples competed. The three major sects had selected the best disciples of the same level long before the auction, sneaked into the auction, and waited for this competition to win the advanced pill.
The low-level disciples competed, and there were masters like Duanmu Leng to watch over them, so there was no danger to their lives. In less than an hour, the final winner was decided, and the Lingshan Sect disciple won the advanced pill from the mid-level Qi Refining to the high-level.
Next was the competition of the high-level Qi Refining disciples. The three major sects also sent three people. This competition was more exciting than the previous one, with more people, and they had a lot of fun fighting each other. Unexpectedly, a young master who was extremely skilled in using magic appeared, easily won ten games in a row, and won the pill that could upgrade from high-level to top-level.
Finally, the top-level Qi Refining disciples competed, and Wang Miao and Wang Ying, who Zhang Pa knew, competed. Originally, Zhenyi could also participate in the competition. According to his previous advanced cultivation and years of experience in using magic against the enemy, it would be very easy for him to win ten games in a row, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thirteen monks of the Purple Light Pavilion were once well-known in the Yue Kingdom's cultivation world, but now they have to compete with a group of Qi Refining disciples for elixirs? Wouldn't they be laughed to death if it got out? Zhenyi would rather not upgrade than lose this person.
Wang Miao coveted the advanced elixir and jumped onto the round stage early, waiting for the challenge from his opponent. At this time, the display stand in the center of the auction stage disappeared, and Duanmu Leng floated in the air as a judge. Anyway, winning ten games in a row will get the elixir, and going early will definitely be more advantageous than going late, so the top Qi Refining disciples are eager to try.
The disciple of the Refining Valley jumped onto the stage first, clasped his fists and said, "Lian Ping of the Refining Valley." Wang Miao replied, "Wang Miao of the Xianyun Valley." After the two sides introduced themselves, they each stepped back half a step and offered their magic weapons. Lian Ping's magic weapon is a broadsword, with a black blade and no light. Wang Miao's magic weapon is a blue formation flag. He holds the flag handle and the flag moves automatically without wind.
Lian Ping whispered, "Excuse me." He pointed at Wang Miao with his right hand, and the black broadsword flew into the air. During the flight, it split into three and slashed towards Wang Miao. Wang Miao waved the blue flag slowly and gently, and a thick white mist appeared in front of him. The three broadswords slashed into the thick white mist as they flew down. The mist seemed to be sticky and could not be cut. Not only could the broadsword not cut through the white mist, but it seemed to be pulled by something, slowing down and struggling to move forward in the mist. Lian Ping's face changed, and he pinched the Dao Fa Jue with his right hand and hit one of the swords. Then, the three swords simultaneously grew larger and sped up.
Wang Miao let go and threw the formation flag. The small flag flipped and the white mist rolled with it, as if there was a strong gravitational force, desperately pulling the giant knife. Lian Ping saw that the three big knives were ineffective, and he chanted a formula, and the three knives became one, and he quickly retreated and pulled away from the white mist. Wang Miao would naturally not let him succeed so easily. He moved his hands in the air, and the magic flag flipped again. A strong gravitational force surged from Wang Miao and sucked the big knife. Wang Miao took the risk to gain merit and actually wanted to take away the opponent's magic weapon. Lian Ping was overjoyed when he saw it. You want a knife, I will give it to you. Under the urging of the magic formula, the big knife flew towards Wang Miao again. Just as he was about to hit, Wang Miao suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared next to Lian Ping. A fine iron flying sword in the air trembled slightly at Lian Ping's head. Lian Ping's face was ashen. He didn't expect Wang Miao to be so fast, nor did he expect that he had a second magic weapon. He was careless and quickly defeated. Duanmu Leng announced loudly: "Wang Miao of Xianyun Valley wins. Next contestant, please come on stage."
Zhang Pa didn't expect Wang Miao to be so powerful, and was a little surprised. Zhenkong said on the side: "That's your friend, right? His cloud flag is good. The natural protective barrier of Xianyun Valley, the cloud barrier, is actually refined into the flag. It's really good, but the flying sword is better. The sword is invisible and thin as silk. It can be regarded as a good magic weapon. The most powerful thing is that it is used properly. The ability to use magic weapons and spells is good." Zhenmu was dissatisfied and said: "He is just a Qi Refining disciple. There are hundreds of people in Ziguang Pavilion. Isn't it easy to find someone who can defeat him?" Zhenkong smiled and didn't refute. Zhang Pa was a little excited and a little uneasy when he heard his uncle praising the flying sword. He didn't dare to respond casually.
The next one to come on stage was a disciple of Lingshan Sect. He had enough cultivation, but his magic was not as good as Wang Miao. He only lasted for a while and then lost. Wang Miao was polite and bowed and said: "Admit it." The disciple of Lingshan Sect stepped down in shame.
The third one to come on stage was more interesting. He held the same fine sword as Wang Miao. Zhenkong looked at it and wondered: "Another one? How can such a good magic weapon be produced at the same time? The materials, temperature and shape are the same?
When he saw the fourth disciple who came to compete, Zhenkong was completely depressed: "Mass production? Magic weapons of this level are actually mass-produced? It must be a master of refining."
The more Zhang Pa watched the competition, the more worried he became. At that time, he made more than 30 fine swords, and he couldn't use them all to compete. Fortunately, no one used fine swords in the subsequent competitions.
Zhang Pa watched the competition while worried. Wang Miao actually made it to the ninth game. After winning with difficulty, Wang Hezun hurriedly pushed Wang Ying onto the stage. The brothers and sisters fought a little fake boxing, and Wang Ying lost. The third advanced pill was obtained by Wang Miao.
After the competition, no more monks auctioned items, and the monks with valuables had already left, so the auction ended. Everyone filed out.