Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan

Chapter 333 - 339: Unlucky

”The use of Boundary Fixing Stone is well known to all, so there is no need for me to elaborate too much,” Lu Fengping said as she unveiled the red cloth in front of her, revealing a silver-white crystal around five to six inches in size that looked quite ordinary.

But merely resting there, it gave one the impression that the space around it had completely solidified.

This was Li Zhiruiʼs first time seeing a Boundary Fixing Stone in person. With such a distinctive feature, it was probably hard to forget.

”The value of the Boundary Fixing Stone cannot be measured by Spirit Stones, of course. That is unless someone is willing to offer tens of millions of Spirit Stones,” Lu Fengping said with a natural, light laugh, unknowingly captivating many cultivatorsʼ hearts and minds.

Itʼs not that Spirit Stones are insufficient, but that many high-level Spiritual Objects are so expensive that if one were to trade with Spirit Stones, the sheer volume would be too unwieldy.

”Therefore, esteemed fellow daoists and seniors who wish to bid for the Boundary Fixing Stone, it would be better to compete with precious Spiritual Objects.”

Upon hearing this, Li Zhirui started considering what valuable Spiritual Objects he had to offer. After much thought, he realized he had nothing but the Five Elements Jade Peach Tree!

Third-grade Spiritual Medicines were quite valuable indeed, but it all depended on the occasion. Offering third-grade Spiritual Medicines at this auction wouldnʼt be impressive enough, no matter their quantity.

After all, over time, Spiritual Medicines would gradually lose their efficacy and couldnʼt be stored for too long. If one were to use special methods to preserve them, the cost would be somewhat prohibitive.

Moreover, offloading too many at once not only would drive down the price but could also easily attract trouble.

But then again, that sickly Jade Peach Tree probably wouldnʼt catch Mountain and Sea Towerʼs eye, either.

As Li Zhirui was lost in his thoughts, the bidding had already begun. A Golden Core cultivator called out a bid: ”One clod of Great Earth Breathing Soil.”

The auction hall fell silent for a moment, only to be engulfed by an even more agitated chatter afterward.

”Did I hear that right? Is it Great Earth Breathing Soil, not Spirit Breathing Soil?”

”Is the value of the Boundary Fixing Stone actually higher than that of Breathing Soil?”

Even Li Zhirui was stunned by the item mentioned by the bidder. That was Breathing Soil, a top-tier Earth Attribute Spiritual Object, and someone was willing to trade it for a Boundary Fixing Stone that only stabilizes space?

However, this made him even more certain that the Boundary Fixing Stone must hold some unknown secrets; otherwise, why would someone exchange it for Breathing Soil?

But this did not cause the cultivators who had come for the Boundary Fixing Stone to back down. Their offers, though, were of value comparable to that of the Breathing Soil, vastly widening the eyes and horizons of Li Zhirui and others, as they came to know of so many precious Spiritual Objects in the world.

Mountain and Sea Tower had a very mature approach to handle such a situation, which was to let the Zhang Family choose for themselves and then provide compensation with Spirit Stones.

The discussion among the Zhang Family was not known to others, but before long, Lu Fengping announced their decision. They chose a set of Nascent Soul Realm Cultivation Technique with cultivation insights, the ”Heavenly River Reflection Star Tao Scripture.”

It was said that the Zhang Familyʼs Counterfeit Pill cultivator had formed a Counterfeit Pill due to issues with his cultivation technique. He had no choice but to take a step back to at least save his life.

Li Zhirui was quite envious. If the Li family had the Nascent Soul Realm ”Wanling Sutra,” he wouldnʼt have to run around everywhere, only to return empty-handed in the end.

With that, the auction came to a close. Li Zhirui followed the crowd out of Mountain and Sea Tower, planning to stay in town for a few more days before continuing his journey.

After all, with the auction just ended, there were unknown numbers of cultivators lying in ambush outside, and one could easily fall into a trap if not careful.

As he left the private room, he noticed several Golden Core cultivators radiating killing intent. This was no isolated case, and it would probably take several days before the vicinity of Immortal City would settle down.

Because he had checked out of the previous inn, Li Zhirui randomly found another one that seemed decent enough and prepared to go into seclusion for a few days of cultivation.

However, sometimes when one is down on their luck, trouble has a way of seeking them out.

Just as Li Zhirui entered the room and hadnʼt yet set up his formation, a sudden figure appeared at his side.

Feeling the faint oppressive aura and the subtle scent of blood, Li Zhiruiʼs face stiffened, and he was greatly annoyed. What rotten luck! Out of so many inns, why did he have to choose this one?

”Donʼt worry, Iʼll just stay in the room for one night and then leave, as long as you donʼt speak of seeing me, nothing will happen to you,” a voice, indifferent and indistinguishable between male and female, echoed in his mind.

What could Li Zhirui do? He just nodded obediently! Did he even dare to think about calling for help?

By the time help would come, it would be too late; as soon as he even hinted at calling out, he would likely be killed by this person at his side.

”I will heed Seniorʼs instructions,” said Li Zhirui sensibly, moving aside to give up the bed and placing a meditation cushion at the farthest corner, ready to spend the night just like that.

As he sat down, he stole a glance and noticed that the bed was shrouded in a layer of spirit light, making it impossible to detect any presence at all.

This made Li Zhirui let out a sigh of relief; hopefully, they wouldnʼt be discovered, right?

No sooner had the thought arisen than he keenly sensed a streak of divine sense sweep past quickly, thankfully not lingering.

He didnʼt need to guess to know that the chaos was caused by todayʼs auction; he just didnʼt know what valuable item the injured Nascent Soul True Lord had on her that made someone so desperate to strike in Immortal City.

Could it be the Boundary Fixing Stone?

Li Zhirui shook his head, clearing the various speculations from his mind. The more he knew, the quicker heʼd die. It was better not to dwell on it.

What he didnʼt know was that his every move had been observed by Yun Qingrou on the bed.

”Quite honest,” she thought, which allowed her to relax a bit and focus on healing her wounds. If nothing went wrong, a tough battle awaited her the next day.

The night passed without incident, and as dawn began to break, Yun Qingrou left the room silently.

When Li Zhirui awoke, he saw the empty bed and the small jade bottle on the table.

”Doing good deeds still pays off,” muttered Li Zhirui with a wry smile, reaching for the jade bottle and probing inside with his divine sense, only to widen his eyes and breathe raggedly.

”Is this the Hundred Vermilion Pill?”

Inside the small jade bottle was a single, bright red spirit pill, exuding an extremely enticing fragrance. Just one pill was valued at tens of thousands of Spirit Stones!

The Hundred Vermilion Pill, a famous third-rank spirit pill, was made from ten Vermilion Fruits, ten Vermilion Spirit Flowers, ten pieces of Crimson Ginseng, and a total of ten kinds, one hundred stalks of third-rank Spiritual Medicine.

The reason Li Zhirui knew this so clearly was that this pill recipe was public knowledge; after all, the ingredients required for crafting the Hundred Vermilion Pills were too numerous and expensive.

A typical third-rank spirit pill would use one or two stalks of third-rank Spiritual Medicine as the main ingredient, at most around a dozen, but the Hundred Vermilion Pill needed a full hundred stalks!

The cost to produce it was almost as much as a fourth-rank spirit pill; what third-rank alchemist would be so foolish—or wealthy—to attempt to learn how to make Hundred Vermilion Pills!