SEC Chapter 91 Immortal Spirit City Auction 6
Chapter 91 Immortal Spirit City Auction 6
As the bidding skyrocketed, the entire auction hall seemed to be caught in the eye of a storm.
Amidst the howling wind, the sounds of clattering tables and chairs, people's exclamations, and tense breathing mingled together.
The young man in the blue robe fluttered in the strong wind. He gripped the jade flute tightly in his hand, the spiritual patterns on the flute flashing with dazzling light, as if fighting against the chaotic environment.
He tilted his head slightly and said with a firm gaze, "Sixty-five million taels. This sapling of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree is related to the balance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. I must not let it fall into the hands of darkness, even if it costs me everything."
The sect leader's forehead veins bulged. He knew that the sect's financial resources were nearing their limit, but when he thought of the sect's revival, a resolute glint appeared in his eyes.
He shouted, "Sixty-six million taels! Although our sect's foundation is not as strong as that of the major powers, the beliefs passed down from our ancestors sustain me. If this tree can belong to our sect, it will surely become a beacon of hope to save the world. We will protect it with our lives and not allow it to be defiled by evil."
The powerful rogue cultivator also felt immense pressure at this moment; his face turned red, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Unwilling to give up, he stomped his foot, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly intensified, causing the surrounding air to buzz: "Sixty-eight million taels! I have struggled and suffered countless hardships on the path of cultivation all my life. This tree is my only chance to reach the peak. How can I back down!"
The dark aura surrounding the mysterious man in black robes grew increasingly intense, with ink-like darkness swirling and twisting around him as if it were alive.
He let out a low, maniacal laugh: "You ants dare to compete with my Dark Secret Sect? Seventy-two million taels! Only my sect can unlock the dark secrets of this sacred tree, and it will become a powerful weapon for my sect to rule the cultivation world."
The old woman in gray's walking stick, made of luminous stone, shone brightly, dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Although her voice was hoarse, it was filled with unparalleled majesty: "You delusional and evil fool, the Temple of Light is here and will never let your conspiracy succeed. Eighty-two million taels, I am willing to use the temple's millennia-old savings to exchange for peace and light in this world."
Just then, a middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe slowly stood up. He exuded a powerful dragon aura, clearly indicating that he had a deep connection with the dragon race.
He surveyed the entire room with a profound gaze and slowly spoke: "One hundred and twenty million taels. If this tree can grow in my Dragon Clan's territory, it will surely bring blessings to all living beings. The Dragon Clan will also do its utmost to protect this treasure of heaven and earth, preventing it from being corrupted by darkness, nor allowing it to become a tool for the selfish desires of any party."
Xu Xiaoxiao had been watching the thrilling bidding with wide eyes, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes.
When she heard the middle-aged man in the golden robe claim to be related to the Dragon Clan and offer 120 million taels of silver, her mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape, and her eyes widened even more, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Dragon Clan? It's actually the Dragon Clan! Second Senior Brother, did you hear that? It's the Dragon Clan!" Xu Xiaoxiao excitedly tugged at Mu Zhusheng's sleeve and shook it vigorously, her little face flushed red with excitement.
"I've only ever heard of dragons in legends. They are enormous, can summon wind and rain, and wield mysterious and powerful forces. I never imagined I'd hear about dragons at this auction, and even participate in the bidding for that magical Spirit Source Tree sapling."
As she spoke, she bounced around a few times, her eyes darting anxiously across the hall, searching for the figure of the man in the golden robe, trying to see what this legendary figure related to the dragon clan looked like.
"Second Senior Brother, why does the Dragon Clan want this Spirit Source Sacred Tree sapling? Is it to plant it in their treasure trove to make Dragon Island even more mysterious and beautiful? Oh, I wish I could go to Dragon Island and see it. Maybe I could even see real dragons soaring in the sky!"
Xu Xiaoxiao chattered away, full of longing and curiosity, completely immersed in her reverie about the dragon race, seemingly forgetting the chaotic atmosphere caused by the bidding around her.
Seeing Xu Xiaoxiao's excitement, Mu Zhusheng shook his head and chuckled slightly. Then, his expression turned serious. He gently pulled Xu Xiaoxiao to sit down beside him, his gaze lingering on the direction where the golden-robed man was. He slowly said, "Junior Sister, the Dragon Clan is an ancient and powerful existence in the cultivation world. Its history is long and can be traced back to ancient times. Legend has it that the Dragon Clan was born at the beginning of chaos. They are blessed with the purest spiritual bloodline."
"The dragons reside in the Dragon Palace in the deep sea, an underwater palace constructed from countless rare treasures. Coral forms the walls, pearls serve as lamps, and spirit crystals pave the floor, radiating a mysterious, deep blue light. The misty peaks of the immortal mountains are also frequented by them. Their bodies are enormous and agile, their scales as hard as divine iron, shimmering with a metallic luster, each scale containing powerful defensive capabilities."
"They are born with the supernatural power to control the forces of nature. Summoning wind and rain is as easy as lifting a finger. In the blink of an eye, they can make the wind howl and the rain pour down, or make the sky clear and the clouds auspicious. Moving mountains and filling seas is as easy for the dragons as a mortal moving a small stone. Their power is so great that it is enough to make the entire cultivation world awe."
At this point, Mu Zhusheng's gaze fell upon the sapling of the Spirit Origin Sacred Tree. "The life-originating power contained within this sapling is of extraordinary significance to the Dragon Clan. Dragon reproduction is difficult; the birth and growth of young dragons require immense spiritual energy. If this sapling could be planted in the Dragon Clan's sacred land, that land would be imbued with rich life energy, and the source of spiritual energy would flow endlessly like a surging river. Young dragons hatching and growing in such an environment would experience an unprecedented boost to their bloodline power, and their innate abilities would become even more outstanding. This would not only allow the new generation of the Dragon Clan to thrive, but also enable adult dragons to break through cultivation bottlenecks with the help of this power, making the Dragon Clan's position in the cultivation world as solid as a rock, unshakeable."
"Now that the Dragon Clan has appeared in the auction, it will inevitably cause all parties to re-examine and reorganize their strategies. Those forces that originally wanted to seize the Sacred Tree will probably have to reconsider their own worth. As for us, we are on the edge of this vortex, so we must be more cautious and not get caught up in it out of curiosity or impulse, otherwise we will surely get burned."
Mu Zhusheng's voice was deep and serious. Xu Xiaoxiao gradually put away her smile and nodded seriously, watching the increasingly unpredictable bidding war with her second senior brother.
The moment the price was announced, everyone was shocked. They all turned to look at the man in the golden robe, amazed by his generosity and domineering presence, while also weighing whether they should continue to raise the price.
The young man in the blue robe frowned slightly. He knew in his heart that this had exceeded his expectations, but he was still unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and twenty million five million taels. Although I don't have the financial resources, my determination will not waver. The spirit of this tree is connected with mine. I cannot stand by and watch it be taken away."
The mysterious man in black robes frowned. He hadn't expected someone to suddenly appear and offer such a high price. He snorted coldly, "One hundred and thirty million taels of silver. The resources of the Dark Secret Sect far exceed your imagination. This sacred tree must belong to me."
The old woman in gray sighed, "One hundred and thirty-five million taels. I have exhausted my last bit of strength, hoping to stop this catastrophe."
The rogue cultivator looked dejected. He knew he was powerless to fight any longer, so he could only shake his head helplessly and slump into his seat.
The sect leader looked at the ever-increasing price, his heart filled with mixed feelings. In the end, he slowly sat down, his eyes full of resentment and disappointment.
At this moment, most of the magical runes in the venue had shattered, and the auras of darkness and light collided, bursting out dazzling light, causing the entire venue to teeter on the brink of collapse.
The bidding war for the Spirit Source Sacred Tree sapling is still raging, and everyone's fate seems to be tightly intertwined with this small sapling.