Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 90 Immortal Spirit City Auction 5

As the bidding for the Frost Abyss Ice Marrow intensified, a mysterious man in black robes suddenly spoke up: "Three million taels. This Frost Abyss Ice Marrow complements the extreme cold cultivation technique I am currently practicing. I am determined to obtain it." His voice seemed to come from the endless dark abyss, icy and chilling, making people shiver involuntarily.

The ice-elemental female cultivator was extremely anxious and shouted, "Three million one hundred thousand taels! I have put in so much effort for this ice marrow, I can't give up."

The Ice Elder frowned, pondered for a moment, and then raised the price: "Three million three hundred thousand taels. The rise and fall of our sect depends on this. Please understand my situation."

The burly man gritted his teeth: "Three and a half million taels! My brother's future can't be ruined like this."

At this moment, the temperature inside the venue dropped sharply, and a thick layer of frost formed on the surrounding walls. The breath of everyone turned into white mist instantly.

Just as the bidding reached a fever pitch and neither side was willing to give in, the auctioneer announced loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, while this Frost Abyss Ice Marrow is excellent, we have an even rarer treasure about to be put up for auction."

After saying that, he gestured to his assistant to carry over a huge metal box. The surface of the box was covered with complex array runes, which shimmered with dazzling golden light, as if sealing away some kind of peerless ferocious beast.

As the box slowly opened, a dazzling seven-colored light shot into the sky, containing a rich life force.

It turned out to be a sapling of a sacred tree of spiritual origin. Its trunk was crystal clear, as if it were made of the purest crystal. Its branches were covered with spiritual fruits that shimmered with strange light, and its leaves were spiritual jade that emitted a seven-colored halo.

"This is a sapling of the Spirit Origin Sacred Tree. Legend has it that it comes from the ancient divine realm and contains the power of the origin of life. If it can be planted in the spiritual land of a sect, it can revive the spiritual veins and provide a continuous flow of spiritual energy. For cultivators, consuming its spiritual fruit can cleanse their marrow and bones, reshape their spiritual roots, and break through the limits of cultivation. Starting bid: five million taels!"

A sect leader stood up excitedly: "Six million taels! Our sect's spiritual veins are gradually drying up, and this tree is our hope for revival."

"Six and a half million taels!" A powerful rogue cultivator's eyes were filled with greed. "If I could obtain this sacred tree, I would surely become the strongest person in the world."

"Seven million taels!" A member of the royal family chimed in, "I will offer it to the royal family to ensure our dynasty lasts for thousands of years."

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes widened: "Second Senior Brother, this tree is amazing! Can we become stronger by eating its fruit?"

Mu Zhusheng said solemnly, "This Spirit Source Sacred Tree is too heaven-defying, its value is immeasurable. Today there will surely be a fierce battle." A hint of turmoil was also revealed in the eyes of Jiang Jingzhi's puppet.

The sect leader shouted, "Eight million taels! Our ancestors sacrificed countless lives to protect the sacred spiritual artifact. Today, we are determined to bring this sacred tree back to our sect."

The rogue cultivator snorted coldly: "Nine million taels! The path of the strong is not to be blocked by people from sects like you."

The royal family member's face darkened: "Ten million taels! Who dares to disobey my decree?"

The atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense. All parties were unwilling to give way and wanted to possess the Spirit Source Sacred Tree sapling. The bidding for the Cold Abyss Ice Marrow was temporarily forgotten by everyone.

Just as the three parties were deadlocked and the bidding was at a stalemate, the dome of the auction hall suddenly flashed with dazzling magical runes, the light moving like a serpent, illuminating the entire hall in a colorful display.

A majestic voice suddenly rang out: "This sapling of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree is a treasure of heaven and earth. It will be obtained by those who are destined to possess it, but you must not be tempted by greed and use evil thoughts, otherwise you will be punished by heaven." The voice was like a great bell, buzzing in everyone's ears, causing some bidders with ulterior motives to change color slightly.

The sect leader was the first to clasp his hands in salute and said loudly, "Our sect is single-mindedly pursuing the Dao and wishes to use the power of the sacred tree to revive the sect and benefit all living beings. We have absolutely no evil intentions."

The rogue cultivator curled his lip in disdain: "Hmph, stop pretending. Who wouldn't want to monopolize the magical power of this sacred tree?"

The royal family member rebuked him, saying, "You madman, stop talking nonsense! I bid for this tree for the sake of all the people under heaven."

At this moment, an old man in white slowly rose to his feet. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through people's hearts: "Ten million and five million taels. I originally did not want to get involved in the conflict, but if this tree falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, it will surely cause great suffering. I am willing to use my life savings to seek peace for the world."

The room erupted in an uproar as everyone discussed the old man's origins and purpose.

The rogue cultivator, enraged, shouted: "You old man, mind your own business! Eleven million taels!"

After a moment of contemplation, the sect leader raised the price: "Twelve million taels. Although our sect is not very capable, we will definitely protect the sacred tree and enable it to exert its positive power."

The royal family member gritted his teeth: "Thirteen million taels! No one can stop my resolve."

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound drifted from outside the venue. The sound was like heavenly music, carrying a strange magic that calmed everyone's hearts.

As the flute music drew closer, a young man in a blue robe appeared gracefully. He was exceptionally handsome and had an otherworldly air about him, like an immortal who was untouched by worldly affairs.

The young man in the blue robe smiled slightly and said softly, "Fifteen million taels. This tree has a special connection with me, and I will not let it be tarnished."

The powerful rogue cultivator's eyes widened: "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

The young man in the green robe ignored him and simply looked quietly at the sapling of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree on the stage.

The sect leader sized up the young man in blue, seemingly sensing something: "Young master, don't push your luck. Our sect has been preparing for this tree for a long time."

The young man in the blue robe gently shook his head: "I did not intend to compete for it, but simply followed the will of Heaven."

An impatient member of the royal family shouted, "No matter who you are, I will offer sixteen million taels of spirit stones!"

At this moment, the magical runes in the venue shone even brighter, as if echoing the fierce bidding.

The air around them grew heavy, and everyone could feel an invisible pressure enveloping the venue.

The appearance of the young man in the blue robe plunged the bidding into new chaos.

At this moment, the temperature in the venue seemed to rise with the tension of the bidding, and fine beads of sweat appeared on everyone's foreheads. The surrounding tables and chairs also seemed to tremble slightly due to the solemn atmosphere.

A portly man who appeared to be the president of a chamber of commerce wiped his sweat and said loudly, "Seventeen million taels! Although I do not understand cultivation, if this Spirit Source Sacred Tree can be cultivated in my chamber of commerce, it will definitely attract countless cultivators to come and trade. This business opportunity is immeasurable."

The rogue cultivator sneered, "You money-grubbing bastard, you dare to covet the sacred artifact? Eighteen million taels!"

The young man in the blue robe remained calm and composed. He gently waved the jade flute in his hand and raised the price, saying, "Twenty million taels. This tree is related to my enlightenment of the Great Dao, and cannot be measured by money."

The sect leader was extremely anxious. He knew that the sect's revival depended on this moment, and he shouted, "Twenty-one million taels! Our sect's hundreds of years of heritage cannot be broken here."

The royal family member's face flushed red as he roared, "Twenty-two million taels! My majesty is beyond question, and this sacred tree will surely become a symbol of the royal family."

Suddenly, a hoarse laugh came from a corner of the hall: "Hahahaha, you're all too naive."

Everyone turned to look and saw a mysterious figure in a black robe slowly emerge from the shadows.

“This sapling of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree is already entangled with a dark curse. If it is forcibly taken for oneself, it will surely cause a great disaster.”

The chamber of commerce president asked in horror, "What did you say? Cursed? How is that possible?"

The mysterious man in black robes sneered, "I am a member of the Dark Secret Sect, and I am most sensitive to the aura of such evil things. However, if there is a powerful force that can break the curse, its power is unimaginable. Thirty-two million taels of silver. I want to take it back to the Secret Sect for research."

The young man in the blue robe frowned: "You wicked scoundrel, stop trying to bewitch people here. I will not let the twenty-five million taels fall into your hands."

The sect leader hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "Twenty-six million taels. Our sect's ancestors sealed away the power of darkness, so perhaps we have the ability to resolve it."

The royal family members hesitated, somewhat frightened: "If this is truly a curse, I cannot risk the fate of the royal family."

The rogue cultivator refused to believe it: "What curse? I think you just want to keep it all for yourself, twenty-seven million taels!"

The mysterious man in black robes slowly raised his hand, a dark aura swirling in his palm: "If you insist on fighting for it, you will regret it in the future. But since that's the case, I will not back down. Thirty-five million taels."

At this moment, a strong wind blew through the venue, and magical runes flickered, as if they were fighting against the dark aura.

Amidst this chaotic environment, driven by self-interest, justice, or curiosity, the crowd refused to relinquish their pursuit of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree sapling, their bidding echoing through the howling wind.