Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

He earnestly reminded:

"You must think this through, some treasures here when converted into luck movement are indeed a loss. It's better to keep them for now and trade for needed resources with others later."

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Jing smiled and nodded, saying directly:

"Senior Brother guesses right, it is indeed from the predecessor's cave dwelling. Let's sell them all, Junior Brother has thought it through."

Hu——

Yan Chihong's breathing suddenly intensified.

With so many new treasures participating in the auction, it was undoubtedly a merit delivered to his doorstep, being responsible for this trade event.

"Junior Brother, rest assured, your Senior Brother will certainly auction these treasures properly!"

Yan Chihong solemnly clasped his hands towards Zhang Jing, treating him as a cultivator of equal status.

This one was now a major financier!

At the same time.

He couldn't help but compare the Junior Brother before him with that Qu Junhou from before. At this point, Yan Chihong dared not say whose fate and luck movement was higher or lower.

One's cultivation made astonishing progress, the other's wealth was astounding.

"These new generation youngsters, what kind of freaks are they all?" he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

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Several days later.

Room Ding You 005.

Zhang Jing sat cross-legged on the cushion, his eyes seemingly closed yet not fully so, appearing to be in a trance.

Before him.

An elder in fancy clothing, his ethereal figure, was currently calling loud and excitedly as if mad.

"For the supreme immortal treasure, the Scarlet Blood Demon-Slaying Flying Dagger, esteemed guest Ren Chen 288 bids 111 billion luck movement. Is there any other guest willing to offer a higher price? A supreme immortal treasure, unparalleled in slaughter, only requires 100 billion luck movement to take it into one's possession!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

Before the words fell, a dazzling fairy light flashed abruptly by the elder's side and then condensed into a row of seal characters:

Jia Yin 197, 115 billion!

Upon seeing this, the elder's voice rose eight octaves, nearly screaming hysterically:

"Guest Jia Yin 197 offers 115 billion—"

In an instant.

One after another, fairy lights exploded wildly by the elder's side, turning into rows of seal characters, as the bidding price kept refreshing.

Wu Xu 153, 115.5 billion!

Geng Wu 332, 118 billion!

Si Chou 507, 120 billion!

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Si Chou 507 room.

A man with red eyebrows stared fixedly at the scarlet flying dagger on the table in front of the elder, and large beads of sweat involuntarily broke out on his forehead.

"I hope no one else places a bid," he prayed continuously in his heart.

This immortal treasure was perfectly suited to his Cultivation Method, a rare and supreme immortal treasure that could significantly enhance his own combat power.

Especially with the unstable air that was recently permeating from various places in Qingxiao Xuanming Heaven, it seemed even more important.

However, what he feared might come, came.

Accompanied by the appearance of another fairy light: Wu Chen 003, 200 billion!

"Wu Chen 003," the man muttered the very front-numbered room to himself, so hopeless in his heart that he did not even pay attention to the opponent's bid.

It was all over; everything was finished.

He closed his eyes, giving up on competing for this supreme immortal treasure.

The man wasn't a first-timer at the Auction Field of All Worlds held by the True Immortal trading event; of course, he was aware of the unspoken rule inside:

The top ten rooms in each section all housed existences with fearsome strength and extraordinary origins.

To put it another way:

These people were in a league of their own; cultivators from other rooms had a very slim chance of success when competing against them.

As expected.

The area around the elder quietened down completely; no more fairy lights emerged.

At that moment.

Room Bing Zi 003.

"Yue Senior Brother, haven't you always been saying you wanted to refine a suitable immortal treasure for protection?" Qu Junhou looked at the thin, indifferent man and asked curiously.

He didn't understand why now, when there were available immortal treasures, his Senior Brother seemed to show no interest at all.

"Immortal treasures are indeed precious, but if you miss them, you miss them. It's merely a matter of spending more time, that's all."

"Before that thing comes out, let's just wait and see," he responded.

The slender man spoke slowly, his eyes flickering with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Fellow Yan, it's really unkind of you not to let us know about such a treasure sooner. Why wait until the auction officially starts to inform me?"

I wonder if I have enough luck movement on me now...

"That object?"

Qu Junhou asked in confusion.

"Junior Brother will know soon enough,"

the slender man did not explain, but an elusive look of longing surfaced on his face.

"Interesting."

Zhang Jing withdrew his gaze, no longer interested in the auction.

His only purpose for coming here was a high-grade primordial divine object. Beyond that, he had no other interest.

As time ticked away.

The atmosphere of the True Immortal auction stage grew increasingly fervent, with countless precious materials, divine weapons, and legacy of divine skills interspersed with the immortal radiance dazzling almost to the point of blindness even the assembly of True Immortals in attendance.

Even they, who prided themselves as True Immortals with extensive knowledge, couldn't help but feel waves of astonishment deep in their hearts.

The vastness of the world, the abundance of treasures, it was truly an eye-opening experience.

However, what puzzled the many True Immortals was why, this time, those beings with the top ten rankings in various regions had made so few bids.

Half a month passed unknowingly.

Bang!

The old man's magical hammer struck down hard, and the sound, like a massive bell or drum, resonated instantly to every room.

This time, the commotion was exceptionally big!

All attention was drawn to it.

Even Zhang Jing, who had been resting with closed eyes, slowly opened them unwittingly.

"Finally, it has arrived? Let's see just how big a splash this will make," he murmured.

"The next treasure, as many esteemed guests have long anticipated, I shall not waste words on. Ten strands of primordial purple Qi, starting bid — four trillion eight hundred billion luck movement!"

The old man shouted hysterically, his face showing an unprecedented frenzy.

The next moment.

A Liuli Bottle, nine feet in height and adorned with gluttonous patterns, appeared noiselessly on the table, through which the ten strands of mysterious purple Qi inside, wriggling like dragons, could be clearly seen.

Every leap of the purple Qi seemed to narrate the profound mysteries of the endless Dao.

In a certain room.

Two heavy breaths alternated.

A man and a woman looked at each other unwittingly, both seeing shock and disbelief on each other's faces.

"Primordial purple Qi, how could such a thing appear? Has the Auction Field of All Worlds gone mad, opting to auction it off rather than keeping it for themselves?"

"What are they after?"

The woman's voice trembled slightly, feeling as if she was dreaming.

To speak or not to speak.

This auction was indeed filled with an eerie atmosphere at every turn. The timing was moved up, an extraordinary number of treasures appeared, and now even a divine object like the primordial purple Qi!

Can't we live anymore?

"Damn it, why didn't they say earlier? If we had known before, we could have sold some treasures to gather more luck movement. Now we can only sigh with envy."

The man's voice was full of regret.

However.

The next words of the woman were like a bucket of cold water poured over the man's head, dousing his fiery eyes quickly.

"Don't dream. How could we possibly have a chance? Don't forget, these past two weeks, those people in the top ten rooms of each district, their presence has been very low. I was wondering why, but now it seems the reason is quite clear."

"The Auction Field of All Worlds is truly underhanded."

The man sobered up, chuckled sheepishly, and muttered a complaint under his breath.

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At this moment.

In rooms labeled Jiazi 001, Yichou 001, Bingzi 001, Dingmao 001, Gengwu 001...

Hundreds of rooms lit up simultaneously with terrifying gazes that were profound, fiery, cold, or majestic.

Powerful auras rose and fell like tidal waves.

Room Bingzi 003.

"It's here!"

The slender man who had appeared calm and indifferent suddenly sat up, his face growing solemn as he flashed a gleam of sharpness in his dark eyes.

And beside him.

"Primordial purple Qi, it's actually this thing, no wonder Senior Brother values it so highly. What a pity that my time in Combining Dao has been short, and I don't have much savings, otherwise, I would bid for it at any cost."

"Then, I would give half to Zhang Jing, to repay the help he offered in the Nether Night Realm."

Qu Junhou thought regretfully.

As he contemplated,

around the old man, immortal lights flickered non-stop, and rows of seal script rapidly changed, sharply driving the price ever higher.

The bidding frenzy had reached its peak.