Chapter 113: I, Your Ancestor, Demand Money!
Hearing this, the crowd erupted into a commotion.
What kind of treasure could possibly compare to the charm pouch of the Liuli Divine Deer?
That is a chance to achieve Sagehood!
“Aren’t you afraid of losing out?”
Someone asked incredulously.
Immediately, a voice came from above, it was Zhao Wutian, appearing dignified.
“Such a treasure should belong to the virtuous. I must say I am unworthy to receive it.”
“And I will auction the treasures exchanged, giving all the spiritual stones to support the suffering people of the empire!”
Upon hearing this declaration, many frowned tightly.
This is completely inconsistent with Zhao Wutian’s character!
Yet, there were still people mindlessly adoring him, bowing in worship.
“Mr. Truly a role model! I previously wronged you!”
“Such lofty integrity is admirable; I, an old man, wish to promote your righteousness to the world!”
In the top room, Mu Ran Ya and the Little Demoness couldn’t help but feel nauseous.
Zhou Tong also couldn’t hold back his laughter.
A guy who wants to have everyone sacrificed is spouting nothing but benevolence and morality—it truly is ridiculous to the extreme.
“Cut the nonsense; let me have a good start.”
A robust man spoke grandly; his rugged hand slightly raised, holding a demon-slaying staff.
“This demon-slaying staff can be used three times, each strike possessing the might of the Peak Cycle Realm!”
The man spoke concisely, drawing everyone’s attention.
It was indeed a good treasure, whether for self-defense or killing enemies, enough to make anyone’s heart race.
Unfortunately, the weight fell far short.
“Watch me!”
The people were unwilling to be outdone and brought out their own treasures one after another.
In an instant, treasures such as the Thousand Realms Pagoda, Ten Thousand Pools Drum, Asura Umbrella, and Jade Emperor Bell appeared, dazzling the crowd.
“Good, good, good; all are great treasures, now I can reap a bountiful harvest!”
Above, Zhao Wujing watched eagerly.
He was meticulously recording everything, planning to make a precise harvest soon.
After all, there were as many as sixty thousand people here; he had no time to check each person’s spatial ring, so he had to lure the snakes out of their holes to let these people voluntarily expose their wealth.
“Truly impressive, Grand Preceptor; you’ve opened our eyes.”
Tunyuan Demon Marshal mocked, “To achieve your goal with a useless charm pouch, humans are indeed skilled in cunning plots.”
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Wutian’s eyes.
He had made up his mind to dismember this demon marshal no matter what.
“These are all trivial things!”
A mocking voice interrupted the crowd’s disputes.
The speaker was a weak middle-aged man, not particularly handsome, but very capable, with sharp sword-like eyebrows and an extraordinary presence.
“I wonder what kind of precious item you possess; let us broaden our horizons!”
Many people felt anger in their hearts, casting unfriendly glances his way.
The man looked stern and, in front of everyone, plucked a strand of black hair.
“I’ll use this hair in exchange; how about that?”
The crowd was initially stunned, then burst into loud laughter.
“Just seeking attention; this is a joke!”
“This man must be mad; everyone ignore him, don’t argue with a fool!”
While most laughed, a few could not find humor in it.
Mu Ran Ya, You Jingfeng, and Zhou Tong all wore serious expressions.
They clearly saw this middle-aged man was also a Sage!
Moreover, he was the Sword Saint!
Zhou Tong had met this person in a past life and sparred with him at his peak; the opponent had lasted three moves.
Furthermore, this man also possessed Wordless Wisdom Root; Long Lingyun’s inheritance came directly from him.
It is not an exaggeration to say that a single hair from him could easily slay a Semi-Sage!
Zhao Wutian still didn’t realize what he had missed.
“Since everyone is unwilling to take out decent treasures, let the Jade Purity Sect embarrass itself.”
Mo Liushu appeared again, her hands raised, streams of blazing light flowing from her palms, resembling the grasping of a sun.
“Solar True Fire!”
Someone gasped, recognizing the origin of this item; it was a nascent sun, its value beyond measure.
If a strong cultivator in the Way of Fire could refine it, achieving Sagehood in the future would be a certainty.
“Unless something unexpected happens, this will be the final trading item.”
You Yelan whispered, glancing at the old man beside her.
“Grandpa, you’re cultivating the Way of Fire, right? When the Solar True Fire is auctioned, I’ll buy it for you!”
“Hahaha… you girl!”
The old man smiled fondly, “What I desire, why should you bother to expense it?”
While he said this, the old man opened his spatial ring, only to find it empty.
“Ahem…”
“Grandpa, just stop pretending. My father has long told me you never take money with you when you go out!”
“That big mouth, I’ll rip his tongue out one of these days!”
The old man said resentfully, but waved his hand at You Yelan.
“At my age, wealth is merely an external matter; the Solar True Fire cannot move me; let’s call it off!”
You Yelan still wanted to insist, but was stopped again by You Jingfeng.
“Once for the Solar True Fire, is there anyone who wishes to exchange treasures?”
The attendant raised a small hammer, asking loudly.
“Solar True Fire twice… Solar True Fire three times…”
At this moment, a voice came from Room No. 1.
“A Ninth-Level Spirit Talisman!”
The voice was soft, yet like thunder, tensing the bodies of all present.
Many people had never seen a Ninth-Level treasure in their entire lives; it was said to be capable of wounding a Sage!
You Yelan keenly noticed the old man beside her had wide eyes, no longer appearing indifferent and unassuming.
Sages were like this; the old man in charge of the auction was even worse, his voice trembling.
“Can I verify the item?”
“Spirit Seal 91, Thousand-Hand Bright Heaven Suppressing Cannon!”
Zhou Tong, after creating the talisman, directly borrowed Mu Ran Ya’s spiritual power to infuse it with divine essence.
The stable spiritual power of a Sage was much easier to manage than his own violent spiritual power; combined, they produced a true Ninth-Level Spirit Talisman.
As soon as this talisman appeared, the crowd fell silent.
The overwhelming pressure and aura were unmistakable; many did not even have the courage to look directly, it had to be a Ninth-Level Spirit Talisman!
“Hmph, just a Ninth-Level Spirit Talisman; it may not be worth more than the Solar True Fire!”
Mo Liushu retorted defiantly.
“Then let’s make it three talismans!”
Zhou Tong waved his hand, and two more talismans flew out, drawing countless gasps.
“Deal!”
The old man showed no hesitation, directly hammering down; he didn’t believe anyone could bring out a higher-grade treasure.
“Cursed!”
Mo Liushu turned pale, the duck she had almost had was gone completely!
Meanwhile, Zhou Tong smiled as he stored the charm pouch along with the demon-gold cabinet.
“Next, according to the sect master’s regulations, we will auction these three spirit talismans.”
The attendant continued, causing You Jingfeng to nearly leap up.
He was determined to obtain the spirit talismans; it concerned the fate of his family!
“Girl, hand over all the spiritual stones you have!”
The kindly old man instantly turned into a bandit, his sharp gaze fixated on the girl beside him.
“Grandpa… I have one hundred million spiritual stones,” You Yelan trembled and said.
“Not enough; hurry up and contact the family!”
You Yelan hurried to comply.
With the activation of the communication jade pendant, they soon heard You Feng’s voice.
“Who are you, sir?”
“I, your ancestor! Demand money!”
