Chapter 110： Auction turmoil, Fu Zhizhou’s breakthrough (seeking

Chapter 110 Auction Storm, Fu Zhizhou’s Breakthrough (Please subscribe)

Wei Tu on the side breathed a secret sigh of relief when he saw this scene.

He took away Zhao Qingluo's Foundation Establishment Pill, still feeling a little guilty, and worried that he would miss Zhao Qingluo's path.

—Although it is reasonable to repay him with Zhuji Dan for saving his life.

But after all, he took it upon himself without asking.

Now that he saw that Zhao Qingluo had successfully built the foundation, the sense of guilt in his heart also disappeared.

…

soon.

The red sandalwood seats in the hall on the second floor of Baibao Pavilion were gradually filled with monks.

Among them, there are many mysterious monks whose faces are hidden by cloaks.

According to the observation of the satellite images, there are at least seven Master Ji Zhu who are sitting in the box on the third floor. This time there are at least seven.

“Is it possible that in this auction, there is something worthy of Master Ji Zhu’s attention?”

Wei Tu took out the invitation card from his sleeve and turned it to the back to see the auction catalog.

“It’s almost the same as the previous times, there is nothing precious. It seems to be the last three treasures, and there is another mystery.”

Wei Tu thought secretly.

Other than this reason, he really couldn't think of any other treasures at the auction that could attract the seven Foundation Establishment Masters.

After all, the Baibao Pavilion's auction is held every five years, and the treasures auctioned each time are more or less the same.

Fifteen of an hour later.

 A beautiful young woman with cool clothes and a mature figure walked up to the jade table on the auction stage. She bowed slightly and said with a smile: "I am Lou Hong, who is responsible for hosting this auction. On behalf of the Chamber of Commerce, I welcome all distinguished guests."

After introducing herself, Lou Hong stopped talking nonsense. She opened the red cloth covering the jade case and revealed the first lot in the auction.

—A dark black ore about the size of a walnut.

“First-grade medium-grade iron essence, weighing three kilograms and six taels, is the only spiritual material for making magical weapons. In today’s auction, the starting price is thirteen spiritual stones.”

“Each price increase shall not be less than two spirit stones.”

Lou Hong spoke with a smile.

“Seventeen spiritual stones!”

The monks in the venue immediately shouted the price.

Iron essence is one of the common spiritual materials in the world of immortality, and its price is clear. For example, the price of this piece of iron essence, which weighs three kilograms and six taels, fluctuates slightly with the market, and is generally around thirty spiritual stones.

If the price obtained is less than thirty spiritual stones.

For them, it is a profit.

This is a "small leak" that Baibao Pavilion deliberately created to attract tourists and release to the cultivators.

“I will give you twenty-one spiritual stones.”

“Twenty-three pieces.”

Bids came and went, and the atmosphere of the auction was aroused.

Including Wei Tu and Fu Zhizhou, both of them also quoted a price for the piece of iron essence.

They will not refuse the spiritual stones given to them for free and pretend to be noble.

“Twenty-seven spiritual stones.”

Finally, the piece of iron essence was photographed by an old man in gray robe and put into his pocket.

At this price, you can only earn some hard-earned money by reselling it. For the cultivators present, the profit margin is a bit small.

If you quote any more, you will lose money.

“The second lot is a pair of fire berries produced by the He family in Shengjiang.”

“This fruit is delicious and helpful for cultivation. It is the best choice for practicing and entertaining distinguished guests.”

“The effect is roughly equivalent to that of a Qi-boosting pill.”

The beautiful young woman uncovered the red cloth on the jade case.

Suddenly.

A burst of fragrant fragrance filled the whole place.

“Fire berry?”

Some monks' throats moved slightly and they swallowed.

In addition to satisfying the appetite, spiritual fruit also has another advantage, that is, it can have the same effect as elixirs and increase cultivation.

In addition, when taking Lingguo, you don’t have to worry about the remaining erysipelas in the elixir.

It's just...the price of spiritual fruits is often expensive, more expensive than elixirs of the same level.

For example, the starting price of the fire berries this time is 10% higher than the price of the "Qi-boosting pill" that has the same effect.

Hence, even though the price of the fire berries sold at this auction was not high, there were also very few followers.

Wei Tu made a slight movement. He was at the seventh level of Qi training at the moment. If he took these two fire berries, he would be sure to break through to the eighth level of Qi training within ten years.

 Breakthroughs in the later stages of Qi training are far less easy than those in the early and middle stages of Qi training. It is common to be stuck in a small realm for more than ten years.

But in the end…

Weitu did not follow the photo.

Spiritual fruits are expensive and not very cost-effective. They are mostly purchased by wealthy monks.

He bought this spiritual fruit, but it was too eye-catching and would inevitably attract attention.

Make a fortune in silence.

He didn’t want to be too high-profile before building the foundation.

In addition, the Baobao Pavilion auction is held once every five years. Next time he attends, there will probably be an auction of spiritual fruits similar to fire berries. There is no need to purchase these in advance.

Another point.

He had to accumulate spiritual stones to prepare for the purchase of the Ningji Pill, and he did not want to waste his money here.

Come to the auction this time.

Wei Tu was just quiet and contemplating, and planned to go out and walk around to gain some insights.

Lean less.

The fire berry was photographed away.

One by one, Lou Hong took out the items from the storage bag and put them up for auction.

Many of these lots, like the iron spirits and fire berries in front of them, have room for mistakes.

The auction is halfway through.

The "Qui Qi Pill" that Fu Zhizhou was looking forward to finally appeared. He spent fourteen spiritual stones to buy the pill.

“Regardless of the foundation, trying to achieve quick results often means spending more money to make up for it later.”

Wei Tu sighed secretly.

Since breaking through the sixth level of Qi training, Fu Zhizhou has been delayed in this state for seven years, and more than a hundred spirit stones were "wasted" in the process.

The Quqi Pill was just a pill that Fu Zhizhou purchased during this process.

…

Wait for the Quqi Pill.

Several rare elixirs appeared at the auction, which caused a burst of joy among the cultivators.

“The items in the front are just appetizers at the auction, and the three final treasures at the end are the real items in the auction..."

Lou Hong gently dropped the jade hammer.

When the monks present heard this, the atmosphere became solemn and more tense.

They knew that the auctions just now would not be able to attract so many Foundation Establishment Masters.

“The first final item... is the famous second-level elixir in the world of immortality—Zhu Yan Dan!”

“After taking this elixir, your appearance will be fixed for the rest of your life, and you will not show signs of aging even at the end of your life…”

Lou Hong's tone became excited when talking about the three words "Zhu Yan Dan".

His eyes showed a hint of envy when looking at the elixir bottle on the jade case.

Although the Beauty Pill is impractical and has no benefit on cultivation, it is a priceless treasure for female cultivators who love beauty.

“I, the Princess, must get this Zhuyan Pill, and I would like to ask all my colleagues to sell me to save my face...”

Halfway through the bidding, Zhao Qingluo suddenly raised her voice and said this sentence in the box.

The voice fell.

All the cultivators looked at each other in shock.

Female auctioneer Lou Hong on the auction stage even frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure flashing between her brows.

It's just that the cultivators were hindered by the power of the Jindan family, the Qiyue Zhao family, so they didn't say much.

"It seems that Princess Qingluo has a short memory. Did she forget about that robbery so quickly?"

Fu Zhizhou communicates with Wei Tu’s spiritual consciousness.

A few years ago, Kou Hongying avenged his father's revenge and sent him a letter - so he learned some inside stories about Zhao Qingluo's robbery and murder by Geng Wen and Xue Laomo.

but.

Just when Fu Zhizhou finished saying this.

 Zhao Qingluo started bidding and directly raised the price of the Zhuyan Pill from 400 spirit stones to 700 spirit stones.

At this moment, all the cultivators were speechless.

Lou Hong, who was in charge of the auction, her expression softened slightly after hearing these words.

A Zhuyan Dan Qi Bai Ling Stone, although the transaction price was a bit lower than she imagined, it was still within a reasonable range.

Baibao Pavilion is still profitable.

Hearing this, Wei Tu had a new evaluation of Zhao Qingluo: The domineering energy has been restrained a little, but not much.

But Wei Tu thought about it and felt a little relieved.

The family's reputation is not in vain.

 After moving out of Qiyue Zhao's house, Zhao Qingluo bid for the Zhuyan Pill, saving hundreds of spiritual stones.

These bad reputations are obviously difficult to fundamentally shake a Jindan family.

No cultivating force has been destroyed just because of a little bad reputation. Geng Wen also took the risk and killed Zhao Qingluo because he was old and had no hope of building a foundation.

That time was just an exception.

…

A few breaths later.

Zhao Qingluo got the Zhuyan Pill in her bag as she wished.

Next.

Auctioneer Lou Hong began to auction the remaining two final treasures.

These two treasures.

They are, respectively, a second-level mid-grade fire scale sword and a life-extending pill that can extend life for ten years.

The Fire Lin Sword, there were not many bidders.

But when it comes to the longevity pill.

Except for Zhao Qingluo, the rest of the Foundation Establishment Masters seemed to be crazy, crazily raising the price of this life-extending pill.

He raised the price to three thousand spirit stones.

“Ten years of life, for Master Zhuji, is only two or three times of retreat.”

“But this life-extending pill received such crazy bidding from them.”

“It seems that the foundation-building realm is not as carefree as I expected…”

Seeing this scene, Fu Zhizhou was shaken and felt a little uncertain.

The long road to seek immortality.

His walking was so difficult when he was in the Qi training state.

At the foundation building stage—

How should we go?

The road ahead is dark.

Hardly any light can be seen.

Originally, before he came into contact with the Foundation Establishment monks, he was full of imagination about the Foundation Establishment period. He thought that after breaking through the Foundation Establishment, he could relax and enjoy a free life.

But now, after seeing so many Foundation Establishment Masters going to such great lengths to **** a life-extending pill... he had to begin to accept the real cruel reality.

After walking out of Baibao Pavilion,

Fu Zhizhou told Wei Tu his troubles and concerns.

He wanted to hear Wei Tu’s opinion.

Wei Tu is the one with the most stable temperament and the most overall view among the four brothers.

“Fourth brother, do you still remember when the four of you and I were in the government office, fighting together against the governor?”

Wei Tu groaned and asked.

“What is the governor?” When Fu Zhizhou heard this, his memory was instantly pulled back to more than forty years ago.

He thought of what Wei Tu said - that he was just a horse herder, and even if he was reduced to a low-level military attache, his life would be better than before.

At that time.

He, Fu Zhizhou, was born in a general, and even if he was suppressed, he still had a bright future.

But Wei Tu and others are different.

Times have changed.

Now, in the world of cultivating immortals, his situation is similar to that of Wei Tu and others...

“What Third Brother said makes sense. No matter how bad things get, it’s still better than before. Just move forward. There’s no need to worry so much.”

Fu Zhizhou understood something. He smiled, shrugged his back, and shook the bright silver spear on his shoulder. His face, which showed a slight look of weathering, regained the confidence of a man who was ranked among the top 18 in the martial arts exam back then.

However.

Just when Fu Zhizhou left for a while.

The spiritual pressure on his body suddenly boiled, as if he was accumulating a force that was about to be released.

See this.

Fu Zhizhou immediately realized something.

Ignoring the sideways glances and onlookers, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a "Qui Qi Pill" he obtained from the auction, raised his neck and swallowed it.

Nearly half an hour passed.

Fu Zhizhou’s body was filled with spiritual pressure from the seventh level of Qi training.

“This situation has finally been broken.”

Fu Zhizhou raised his head and looked at Wei Tu, who was protecting him, and burst into tears.

A man doesn’t shed tears easily.

Just because I haven’t reached the point of sadness.

Seven years of penance.

The erysipelas he took has long been dissolved, and the accumulated spiritual power is also hidden inside his body.

But he has been unable to break through.

At the end of the day.

It means there is a problem with the state of mind.

This, however, cannot be cured by medicine or stone.

If he hadn't asked Wei Tu this time and received this "pointer" from Wei Tu, I'm afraid it would have taken him at least two or three years to get out of the haze of failure.

“I think my Taoist heart is far stronger than my third brother who values ​​friendship...”

“But in fact, Third Brother’s down-to-earth spirit of moving forward step by step is far better than...I, a man who abandoned his wife and children..."

Fu Zhizhou sighed.

That year.

Wei Tu persuaded him to go home to visit relatives, but he not only refused outright, but on the contrary, he also persuaded Wei Tu to stop helping his children...

Looking at it now.

He was not wrong at all.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhizhou read his name three times and smiled bitterly.

His name is "Zhizhou", but he does not float randomly between the lake and the sea like a boat.

…

Divided from Fu Zhizhou.

Wei Tu returned to Luoxueyuan.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.

This year, without affecting his cultivation, Wei Tu finally completed the first sect task entrusted to him by Kou Hongying - to draw one hundred "earth shaking talismans".

Weitu went to Danqiu Mountain Station, bundled these earthquake talismans, put them in boxes, and handed them to Baishi Lake.

In April of the same year.

Wei Tu met Wei Fei after a long absence.

“The master is gone.”

“In the ordinary world…the fallen leaves have returned to their roots.”

Arriving at Luoxueyuan, Wei Fei looked sad and told Wei Tu this message.

As early as the last volunteer society meeting.

Wei Fei once said that he would spend the last few years of his life with the wizard.

Therefore, when Wei Tu heard the news of the death of the wizard, he was not surprised.

“When your adoptive father died, you had never been so sad.”

Weitu secretly complained.

When he and Wei Fei were still working as military attachés in the mortal world, when the leader of the Qinglong Gang died of illness, Wei Fei's reaction was not nearly as big as it is today.

 In terms of time, the Wizard and Immortal Master only got along with Wei Fei for about ten years, which was far less than the time that Wei Jinghai, the leader of the Qinglong Gang, spent with Wei Fei.

certainly.

Wei Tu also knows the reason for this.

The so-called adopted fathers and adopted sons in the gang do not really have a father-son relationship.

Accepting adopted sons is just a means used by Wei Jinghai to maintain the rule of the Qinglong Gang.

But the wizards and immortals are different.

He and Wei Fei are quite "like each other", and the master-disciple relationship is not tense at all.

“Before my master passed away, he asked me to give this jade slip to my third brother.”

Wei Fei patted his storage bag, took out a light blue jade slip, and placed it on the table.

"Master said that I only gave you the knowledge of cultivating immortality to my third brother because he didn't have much time and didn't need to show any favors."

“He left a last word before he left, asking me to give you a share of the inheritance, my third brother. He intended for me to inherit this favor..."

Wei Fei told the story of the wizard’s previous plan without any scruples.

Compared to the master-disciple relationship with the wizard, he met Wei Tu earlier. They were true friends of the Eight Worshipers, the Jinlan brothers.

“I accept Senior Wu’s wishes.”

Weitu did not refuse and accepted the jade slip given to him by the wizard.

Although his current cultivation level is already on the same level as that of a wizard or immortal master.

The inheritance of the wizard and immortal master has no appeal to him.

But soon—

As the consciousness penetrates into the jade slip.

The casual look on Wei Tu's face immediately turned into a serious one.

(End of this chapter)