At noon, cultivators came back from outside one after another. When it was time to eat, low-level cultivators were not allowed to fast. The food was provided free of charge by the post house, and it tasted good.
Lin Xuan finished his meal early and had nothing to do. He did not go back to his room, but sat in the dining hall drinking tea.
Firstly, you can kill time while waiting for the afternoon trade fair to start. Secondly, after dinner, people will also talk about their own experiences. As long as you are willing, it is easy to hear useful information in the restaurant.
This is the second floor. Lin Xuan is sitting by the window, sipping tea with a casual expression, his head facing the window, seeming to be admiring the scenery, but in fact he is listening attentively.
Although the sound is noisy, it is nothing to a cultivator with strong spiritual consciousness. As long as the other party does not use magic to transmit the sound, every word can be heard clearly.
"Hey, did you go to the auction this morning?"
A sound like a broken gong successfully attracted everyone's attention. Lin Xuan also turned around and glanced. He was a tall and thick man, wearing coarse clothes and dressed as a casual cultivator.
"Why, your brother also participated in the bidding?" A chubby young man next to him asked, his face full of admiration.
The big man blushed: "We casual cultivators don't have the strength to participate. I won't go over to watch the excitement."
"Oh." Everyone looked like this and immediately lost interest. Some drank tea and some ate.
"Hey, listen to me." The big man was obviously very expressive. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he became anxious and said, "Do you know that the items participating in the auction are real treasures? Just this morning, they appeared
I got three low-grade spiritual weapons, two medium-grade spiritual weapons, and one high-grade spiritual weapon.”
Mentioning the spiritual weapon, the minds of the surrounding monks were attracted again. Although the spiritual weapon is a simple version of a magic weapon, it also has vast magical powers, which many monks in the foundation-building stage do not have. They, the casual cultivators in the spiritual stage, do not need to have wishful thinking.
Although most of the people present had not seen it with their own eyes, they had heard elders describe how powerful the spiritual weapon was.
"Hey, I didn't expect a spiritual weapon to be released. If I had known it, I wouldn't have gone to the stalls and watched the auction. Although I can't afford it, at least it's an eye-opener to see it."
"Hmph, you think it's so easy to just watch. If you want to enter the auction, you have to pay a ticket for a marrow-cleansing pill." In the corner, an old man-looking cultivator said coldly.
Hearing this, the casual cultivators were dumbfounded and asked for a magic pill. Suddenly everyone looked at the big man with very wonderful eyes. Some admired him, some despised him. He wasted precious pills just to broaden his horizons. It was a standard example of being taken advantage of and a prodigal son.
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But no matter what kind of mentality they had, everyone became more and more interested in the spiritual weapon and rushed to inquire first, while the big man explained it with foaming at the mouth.
"You haven't seen the power of the spiritual weapon. With just one blow, a boulder weighing ten thousand kilograms was reduced to powder. This is only a middle-grade spiritual weapon..."
Not to mention, although this big man's character is a bit sensational, his eloquence is still very good. After describing it, everyone listened leisurely and fascinated.
"Then who photographed these spiritual weapons?"
"Who else, of course, are those powerful sects. None of the middle-grade and high-grade spiritual weapons have been lost, while the low-grade spiritual weapons belong to the wealthy cultivator families. Will we, the casual cultivators, still have a chance?"
"That's right. Not to mention that we don't have that many elixirs to participate in the auction. Even if we do buy them, it will still be a hot potato. If we don't do it right, we will be killed."
This was a bit straightforward to say, but everyone knew the truth. They were all sighing and their interest dropped. As the big man said later, the treasures in the afternoon auction were even more precious, including the top-grade spiritual weapons used by the real master of Lingyun Sect.
Not many people listened to the news about several precious beast eggs.
Lin Xuan picked up the cup and drank tea to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth. Hum, his luck is really good. For other monks in the spiritual stage, low-grade spiritual weapons are rare but rare. However, he has three of them.
There are many, and the worst among them are all middle-grade, and there are even top-grade ones.
Just wanting to fully unleash their power requires spiritual control. Thinking of this, Lin Xuan is even more determined to acquire the intermediate skills.
The atmosphere in the hall was obviously a little low. At this moment, a cold word came into my ears: "Humph, in the eyes of those sects and cultivation families, we casual cultivators are nothing. Not to mention that we have no share in the auction, even if we get
The items that come out for trading are also done behind the scenes and are reserved in advance.”
"Behind-the-scenes operation, booked in advance?" The monks present were shocked, and Lin Xuan also paid attention. He followed the voice and looked over, and it was the old man who was drinking alone in the corner.
"Fellow Taoist, what did you mean by what you just said?" Lin Xuan didn't need to speak, a curious cultivator would naturally do it for him.
The old man took a sip of wine and said, "Lingyun Sect has five mid-level Kung Fu books. Except for the most precious "Jade Cloud Kung Fu", which is auctioned, the other four books are sold at trade fairs."
Everyone nodded. The jade tube slip contained a mention of the treasure trade fair.
"But do you know that three of the four intermediate-level exercises that I took out have been reserved by the cultivation family?"
"Isn't it against the rules to book in advance?"
"Huh, rules?" The old man laughed sarcastically: "Everyone who has come to attend the conference must not be a newcomer to the world of cultivation. When did you hear that in the world of cultivation, things must be done according to the rules? You have to be reasonable, those sects and families
Will you tell me? I am not just relying on my power to act arrogantly."
Everyone was silent. Everyone here was a casual cultivator. They were often bullied by sects and families, but what could they do? This was a world where force was used to convince people.
Even if I am dissatisfied with the behind-the-scenes operations, I still have nothing to do.
"If you make a reservation in advance, make a reservation in advance. Anyway, we monks in the agile stage won't be able to use those intermediate skills!"
"Fellow Taoist is right. There are a few casual cultivators who can successfully build the foundation. Even if the intermediate skills are given to us, they are nothing more than waste."
"Yeah, don't worry about it, just drink and drink."