Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique

”Ten jin of Six Yang Divine Soil, one Wu Earth Divine Bead, two hundred top-grade Spirit Stones.

Equivalent to three hundred and ten top-grade Spirit Stones, is there any higher bid?”

Zhang Daoyan’s tightly pressed lips revealed a slight smile. He had been operating in the Immortal City for many years and had dealings with every cultivator present except one.

In his opinion, this price was already extremely high, significantly exceeding previous transaction prices.

Twelve years ago, he too had successfully bid for a spot, spending two hundred and forty top-grade Spirit Stones. Unfortunately, he did not attain a deeper understanding in the Nine Netherworld.

He comprehended three elements of the Five Elements Mutual Generation, but due to his lifespan, he could not afford to wait slowly and could only grit his teeth and persevere.

This was his final gamble; if all went well, he still had a chance to break through to the Golden Core Stage. Otherwise, it was all for naught.

Wey Tianhua’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces, lingering a moment longer on Ji An.

He shouted inwardly, ’Clerk, it’s your turn now!’

Although this price far exceeded his expectations, who would complain about earning fewer spirit stones? Even earning one more top-grade Spirit Stone was excellent.

Ji An did not disappoint him, raising his hand lightly:

”Two hundred and ninety-five top-grade Spirit Stones, plus two segments of Top-grade Cyan Dragon Wood.”

He was very reluctant, not expecting the price to exceed his expectations so much. Initially, he estimated that the top-grade Spirit Stones in his hand would be sufficient.

After bidding, he took out the Cyan Dragon Wood. The fish scale patterns on the surface of the spirit wood sparkled, and a vague shadow of the Canglan Dragon could be seen at the cut.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wey Tianhua leaped down from the stage to appraise the spirit wood. As he probed with his Divine Sense, he immediately heard the majestic dragon’s roar.

Being an appraiser, he had an in-depth understanding of various spiritual materials. Though he had never encountered such a miraculous Cyan Dragon Wood, he had heard of its mystical properties.

The Wood Element signifies growth; even Tier Two Top-grade Cyan Dragon Wood possesses self-repair capabilities. Although weak and far inferior to Tier Three Spiritual Materials, it has this magical function nonetheless.

”Fellow Daoist, these two segments of Cyan Dragon Wood are appraised at thirty-five top-grade Spirit Stones, do you agree?”

”Agreed,” Ji An nodded, getting five more than he had estimated.

Zhang Daoyan expressed dissatisfaction:

”Heh heh, I’m a Puppet Master. Even if it’s Tier Two Top Grade, Cyan Dragon Wood doesn’t reach this price.”

He had handled a lot of top-grade Cyan Dragon Wood, and although the quality seemed better, the size was a limiting factor. He was only willing to pay twenty-five top-grade Spirit Stones at most for them.

He suspected the other party was a shill!

Wey Tianhua harshly retorted:

”Fellow Daoist, speak cautiously, you’re slandering the Wey Clan’s credibility.”

”I also have quite some knowledge regarding spirit wood; I request to participate in the appraisal.”

Wey Tianhua’s face turned somber; this was a blatant display of distrust.

Other cultivators started making a ruckus, ”We support Fellow Daoist Zhang.”

Spectators never thought too little of trouble. They wouldn’t get the spot, but they didn’t want anyone else to get it easily either.

”This is the only time; if fellow daoists continue like this in subsequent bids, I’ll cancel your qualification.”

Wey Tianhua stretched out his hand and said coldly:

”Please!”

Zhang Daoyan ignored the other’s unpleasant expression, as he himself was helpless with limited resources at hand.

He probed with his Divine Sense; when the majestic dragon’s roar echoed, his face showed shock. These materials were worth forty Spirit Stones, indeed!

Wey Tianhua watched the change in his opponent’s expression and spoke in a deep voice:

”Was my appraisal fair?”

Zhang Daoyan’s expression changed several times. He cast a fierce glance at Ji An and then left the venue.

He only had resources worth ten top-grade Spirit Stones, or he would have to sell off the puppets.

To gather auction resources, he had pawned refined puppets, leaving only one remaining, which was his last reliance.

Selling the puppet would make his adventures unsafe.

Wey Tianhua didn’t bother with the other’s premature departure, turned the hourglass, and said:

”Fellow Daoist Number Six bids an equivalent of three hundred and twenty top-grade Spirit Stones; is there any higher bid?”

He called three times, and the hourglass turned.

”Sold!”