Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 96 Immortal Spirit City Auction 11

After the auction for the Yan Yang Ding was concluded, the venue quieted down briefly.

The staff carefully put away the Flaming Sun Cauldron, and then the auctioneer cleared his throat and went back on stage.

At this moment, the candlelight around the venue flickered gracefully, and the spiritual patterns on the walls shimmered with a faint light, as if they too were anticipating the appearance of the next item to be auctioned.

"Next, we will be auctioning an extremely rare pill—the Breakthrough Pill. This pill was created by the alchemy master Xuan Fengzi after a century of painstaking effort, collecting countless rare spiritual herbs and nurturing it for eighty-one years in a place where spiritual veins converge, using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Its medicinal effects are incredibly miraculous. For cultivators stuck at a cultivation bottleneck, there is a 70% chance of breaking through their current realm and reaching a higher level after taking it. Whether it's a Qi Refining cultivator trying to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, a Golden Core cultivator aspiring to form a Nascent Soul, or a Nascent Soul cultivator trying to advance to the Deity Transformation realm, this Breakthrough Pill could be the crucial aid. Starting bid: three million spirit stones!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a young Foundation Establishment cultivator shouted, "Three and a half million spirit stones! I've been stuck in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage for years, and this Breakthrough Pill is my only hope. I must get it!"

A middle-aged Golden Core cultivator scoffed disdainfully, "Four million five hundred thousand spirit stones! You're just a greenhorn, your cultivation is still shallow. This Breakthrough Pill is much more useful to cultivators of my level. Don't try to compete with me for it."

At this moment, an old man with white hair slowly said, "Five million spirit stones. I have pursued the Great Dao all my life, but I have been trapped in the late stage of Golden Core for too long. If I can obtain this pill to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, I will have no regrets in this life."

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she said to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, this Breakthrough Pill is so amazing! If we could get it, wouldn't our cultivation path be much easier?"

Mu Zhusheng shook his head slightly: "Although this pill has miraculous effects, cultivation ultimately depends on one's own efforts and comprehension. External forces are only an aid. However, this pill is indeed precious, so it's inevitable that it will attract a lot of people to fight over it." Mu Zhusheng thought to himself that if he went back and studied it, perhaps he could also refine this Breakthrough Pill.

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator cried out anxiously, "Five and a half million spirit stones! Seniors, my cultivation is not easy. If I miss this pill, I don't know when I will be able to break through. Please be lenient."

The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator frowned: "Six and a half million spirit stones! I hold a high position in the sect. If I can break through, I will surely bring more glory and resources to the sect. This pill is even more important to me."

The white-haired old man sighed, "Seven million spirit stones. I'm practically half-buried in the ground. This might be my last chance. I hope you all will grant my request."

A mysterious man in purple robes suddenly spoke up: "Eight million spirit stones for this Breakthrough Pill. I want to take it back to my family. Many outstanding disciples in the family are stuck at a bottleneck, and this pill can help them."

The young cultivator said unwillingly, "Eight and a half million spirit stones! I can exchange all my magic treasures and spirit herbs for this Breakthrough Pill."

The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator roared, "Nine and a half million spirit stones! You junior, don't be so reckless! How dare you lay a finger on these pills!"

The white-haired old man's hands trembled slightly: "Ten million spirit stones, all my life savings are here. I'll fight for it even if it costs me my old bones."

After a moment of silence, the mysterious man in purple robes raised the price: "Twelve million spirit stones. The future of the family cannot be lost. This Breakthrough Pill must be mine."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue became increasingly tense, with everyone's eyes darting back and forth between the bidders, all wanting to see who would ultimately win the precious Breakthrough Pill.

Just after the mysterious man in purple robes shouted "12 million spirit stones", the bidding became deadlocked.

A female cultivator in green stood up, her eyes filled with determination: "Thirteen million spirit stones. I was originally a rogue cultivator, and I have relied entirely on my own exploration on the path of cultivation, overcoming countless hardships and dangers to get to where I am today. This Breakthrough Pill is the only opportunity for me to break through my predicament and change my destiny. I hope you can understand my predicament and not compete with me."

The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator snorted coldly: "Fourteen million spirit stones. Even if you, a mere rogue cultivator, obtain this pill, how long can you hold onto it in this world of cultivation where powerful figures abound? Why not give it to me? It would be a better home for this pill."

The white-haired old man slammed his cane heavily on the ground in anger: "Fifteen million spirit stones! You young upstart, how dare you speak so arrogantly! I may be old, but I am not someone to be trifled with. The effort I put into this Breakthrough Pill is no less than yours."

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator looked dejected. He knew his financial resources were insufficient, but he still said with unwavering determination, "Seniors, although I cannot afford a higher price, I am willing to do three things within my power for the one who obtains this pill. As long as it does not violate morality, please reconsider me."

The mysterious man in purple robes remained unmoved: "Sixteen million spirit stones. The family's mission is above all else. I cannot give up."

At this moment, the spiritual energy in the venue seemed to be stirred up by the fierce bidding, and the surrounding air rippled, causing the tables and chairs to sway slightly, as if they could not bear the weight.

The spiritual runes on the wall flickered at a faster frequency, as if they were tense for this battle.

The female cultivator in green gritted her teeth: "Seventeen million spirit stones. I have lived a lonely and miserable life. This is the only chance I have to change my situation. I will not back down."

The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator's face flushed red. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have made a solemn promise to the sect that I will not obtain this pill. My status and reputation will plummet if I do not obtain it. You will not make me give up."

The white-haired old man sighed, "Nineteen million spirit stones, so be it, so be it. This is my last bit of wealth. If I still can't get what I want, I can only blame my bad luck."

The mysterious man in purple robes remained silent for a while, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, before slowly saying, "Twenty million spirit stones. This is my final offer. I believe the family will remember your 'concession'."

He deliberately emphasized the word "concession," his words carrying a subtle threat.

This sparked widespread discontent.

"What do you mean by this? Are you trying to threaten us?"

"The auction house is a place for fair bidding; how dare you act so recklessly!"

But the mysterious man in purple robes simply stood there quietly, waiting for the final outcome.

Amid the murmurs of discontent, the auctioneer's forehead was beaded with sweat. He nervously watched the situation unfold, cleared his throat, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down. The auction continues. The highest bidder wins. Please abide by the rules."

At this moment, a gray-robed cultivator stepped forward. He had a deep gaze and exuded a calm aura. He said, "Twenty-one million spirit stones. This pill will also be of great use to me. Although I do not like fighting, I will not give up easily."

The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator stared wide-eyed, saying incredulously, "Where did you come from, you gray-robed man? Why are you meddling in my business?"

The gray-robed cultivator bowed slightly: "I am merely a seeker of the Dao. This Breakthrough Pill can help me break through my bottleneck and pursue a higher realm of cultivation. I hope you will all forgive me."

The female cultivator in green cried out anxiously, "Twenty-two million spirit stones! I've already invested so much in this Breakthrough Pill; I can't let all my efforts go to waste."

The white-haired old man shook his head helplessly: "I have no strength left to fight for it. I only hope that this elixir can be used wisely." After saying that, he slowly sat back in his chair, his eyes filled with disappointment and resentment.

The young Foundation Establishment cultivator remained resolute: "Although I lack the financial resources, I am willing to use my knowledge to serve the person who wins the bid for the elixir for a hundred years, only asking to observe its effects from the sidelines, for 23 million spirit stones!"

The mysterious man in purple robes had a gloomy expression. He glared fiercely at the gray-robed cultivator: "Twenty-four million spirit stones, don't think you can easily take them from my hands."

The gray-robed cultivator smiled lightly: "Twenty-five million spirit stones, a treasure of the world, will be obtained by those who are destined to have it, so why are you so attached to it?"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense. The fluctuations of spiritual energy became increasingly intense, and the surrounding defensive formations emitted a buzzing sound, seemingly struggling to resist the surging impact of spiritual energy.

The tapestries on the wall fluttered and rustled from the spiritual energy, as if they would turn to dust at any moment.

The mysterious man in purple robes gritted his teeth: "Twenty-six million spirit stones. The honor of the family cannot be lost. If you know what's good for you, you'd better get out of here."

The gray-robed cultivator remained calm and composed: "Twenty-seven million spirit stones. The path I seek is beyond your comprehension. I am determined to obtain this Breakthrough Pill."

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, the middle-aged Golden Core cultivator steeled his resolve: "Twenty-eight million spirit stones! At worst, I'll go back to my sect and accept punishment, but I absolutely cannot miss out on these pills."

Tears welled in the eyes of the female cultivator in green: "Twenty-nine million spirit stones, this is my last hope, I can't give up."

Just as everyone was at a stalemate, a melodious bell rang throughout the hall. It turned out that the auction organizers, seeing the chaotic situation, were issuing a warning and hoping that everyone could calm down.