Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 139: Chapter 103: Auction, Magic Item Appears_3

For the past few months, he has been frantically purchasing Calming Incense and Nourishing Origin Liquid, and replenishing his supply of Qi Nurturing Pills from time to time. Every month, his spendings amount to around five hundred Spirit Stones.

The dividends from the Broken Mountain Gang barely left him with any spare change each month.

The small fortune he still had was due to Yuan Xiaoyue’s snack stall.

Oh, it had a proper stall with a signboard now.

The name was simple—Chen Yue, which respectively took a character from Luo Chen’s and Yuan Xiaoyue’s names.

To motivate Yuan Xiaoyue to work hard, Luo Chen gave her a fixed wage and an additional five percent share of the profits.

Not because of Luo Chen’s generous nature, but because Yuan Xiaoyue was indeed conscientious and dedicated, single-handedly holding up the snack stall – Chen Yue.

In comparison, Luo Chen was now not managing sales nor production, leaving it all to the staff of Pill Hall.

His main responsibilities involved providing the recipe for the snacks, delivering goods every month, and then counting the Spirit Stones he earned. That was it.

This was such a good deal that Luo Chen once again was inspired with the idea of opening chain stores.

“It’s a pity that Pill Hall profits haven’t come down. Otherwise, with a sum of around two thousand Spirit Stones, I could buy an Ascendant Grade Magic Tool with offensive capabilities, which would be just enough for me,” Luo Chen sighed. In a couple of days, he would only be a spectator.

Expecting for something always makes time crawl.

But if you know you’re going to be a bystander, then time seems to fly.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Early in the morning, Luo Chen, braving the snow, hurried out of his home.

By the time he arrived at the Yu Ding Sword Pavilion, Mi Shuhua and others were already there.

A quick glance revealed familiar faces.

Mi Junping, Sikong Shoujia, Luo Wudi, and Wang Yuan.

Adding Luo Chen to the mix, it was predominantly Late Stage Qi Refinement Cultivators.

Seeing Luo Chen, Luo Wudi laughed, “You are quite the spectacle. We seem to be decidedly out of place by comparison.”

Dressed in a thick white fur coat, donned with the Cloud-Stepping Boots, and wearing a jade hairpin in his hair.

In Luo Chen’s hands was the folding fan gifted to him by Qin Liangchen.

Anyone would think that Luo Chen was from a noble family, or a highly distinguished member of a Sect.

Luo Chen clasped his hands and asked curiously, “What are you guys doing?”

Sikong Shoujia explained to him, and Luo Chen then understood that everyone was listing their resources for sale.

The Yu Ding Sword Sect initiated the auction, and the main auction items were from Yu Ding Sword Sect.

But that didn’t mean others were only there to buy and not sell.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivators like Mi Shuhua submitted their items for auction two days in advance to the Sword Pavilion.

But Qi Refinement Cultivators like themselves didn’t have such privileges.

Thus, they had to list their goods for sale before entering the venue.

Reportedly, this part of the resources would be quickly assessed and then auctioned separately at the auction.

And of course, as long as they were successfully auctioned, the Sword Pavilion would receive a handling fee.

At this, Luo Chen could only once again exclaim, “What sharp merchants.”

Luo Chen had nothing to sell at the auction, so all he could do was to watch as everyone submitted their items.

He hadn’t noticed before and always thought they were all living a hard life.

But to his surprise, they each managed to bring out some things worth selling.

Luo Wudi came out with a large amount of demon beast materials, some of which were top-quality materials from nearly Second Order Demon Beasts.

The sneaky old man Sikong Shoujia, who was usually low-key, unexpectedly revealed a Second Order Spirit Grass. Luo wondered where he had got it from.

Mi Junping had nothing remarkable as most of hers was some common stuff collected by the gang, but it was the quantity that mattered.

On the other hand, Wang Yuan had decided to sell items that astonished everyone.

Magic tools! Magic tools! Only magic tools!

The sight of one magic tool after another, either blood-spattered or devastated, made even Mi Shuhua’s eyelids twitch involuntarily.

Observing everyone’s astonishment, Wang Yuan only briefly explained,

“There are many Calamity Cultivators in the new waterway.”

In other words, these magic tools were essentially the spoils of war that he and his Jiao Hall had obtained from the waterway.

Luo Chen watched with great interest. While he maintained a bland existence in Pill Hall, others pursued a life of Immortal Cultivation, undoubtedly filled with many thrilling adventures.

Just by looking at the items they brought out, one could catch a glimpse of their stimulating Cultivation journeys.

“Alright, let’s go in!”

After everything was processed, Mi Shuhua waved his sleeve and led the way through the entrance.

The auction venue was set up within Luo Feng Mountain.

Not the Dao Debate Platform, not the Red Pillar Prison, but a colossal round palace, specially created for the occasion.

As soon as they entered the palace, the complexions of the five Qi Refinement Cultivators changed.

Waves of Spirit Consciousness swept over them without any restraint.

They, as lower order cultivators, usually wouldn’t be able to sense the existence of Spirit Consciousness.

However, these Spirit Consciousness owners were too unrestrained, and they were too many, causing them to inadvertently discover this.

“Elder Mi, your private room is in booth number eight, please follow me.”

Upon hearing the number “eight,” Mi Shuhua inadvertently wrinkled his brows.

Under the leadership of a cultivator dressed in the uniform of Sword Pavilion, Mi Shuhua and his group made their way into the booth.

Upon entering, the discomfort caused by the wild scanning of Spirit Consciousness from the outside world finally dissipated.

Everyone’s mood finally relaxed.

Luo Chen sighed with emotion, “The Yu Ding Sword Sect, indeed, even the disciples sent here are at the early stage of the Late Stage Qi Refinement.”

Being away from home made the members of the gang feel less distant from one another.

Mi Junping, too, sighed deeply, “Great Sect Disciples are like this. We, at the late stage of Qi Refinement, are regarded as influential people in The Great River District. But within the sect, we are no more than reserve disciples among the thousands and thousands. Without the hope of advancing to the Foundation Establishment, we can only go to the External Sect and serve as General Matters Staff..”