Chapter 25 A Familiar Figure

The threshold of the gate in the building is only half a foot, but it has stopped more than 90% of the monks in Lingtai Market. Some monks can step over it with just a light step, while some monks are stopped for their whole lives.

After entering the venue, a huge, open space is in sight.

Turning his sight, Su Ming found that the space in the building is larger than he imagined, and the layout has been carefully designed.

In the center is a platform that is ten feet high. There is a clear distance between the platform and the monks' seats, and nothing has been placed on it for the time being.

The monks' seats are in the shape of steps, surrounding the entire platform. Each layer is higher than the previous layer, and the lowest layer is also higher than the platform, so the situation on the platform can be easily seen.

There are chairs on the stairs, and each chair is not close to each other. Obviously, it takes into account the taboos between monks. It looks like it can accommodate more than a thousand monks.

The passages from the gate to the seats, including the aisles between the seats, are all covered with brown carpets.

There is a huge yellow lantern hanging on each of the four corners of the space that is ten feet high. The huge luminous stone emits a soft light, which shines through the gauze, making the whole space bright and transparent.

Going up are the boxes on the left and right sides of the auction house, which are the exclusive areas for VIPs. Through the windows of the boxes, you can see the scene below at a glance.

At this time, there are already hundreds of monks sitting on the steps. They are not talking to each other, sitting quietly in their seats, and the whole scene is extremely quiet.

Su Ming looked around and found the monk in charge of the venue. He took out the personal token given by Fang Yuechan from the storage bag. The token can vaguely feel the unique spiritual pressure of the Jindan monk.

The monk in charge of the venue is a middle-aged beautiful woman, and the spiritual pressure on her body has reached the level of the late foundation.

After seeing the personal token in Su Ming's hand, the eyes looking at him suddenly became respectful, and took Su Ming to a VIP box on their own initiative.

At this large-scale auction in Lingtaifang City, ordinary foundation-building monks can only sit on the monk seats on the steps like the Qi-refining monks.

Only some Foundation Establishment cultivators with special identities or Jindan Zhenren can have a private box.

As a Jindan Zhenchuan, Su Ming is naturally one of the Foundation Establishment cultivators with special identities.

When the cultivators sitting in the seats noticed that Su Ming was invited into the VIP box, their eyes fluctuated, guessing his identity.

However, Su Ming was wearing a mask to cover his appearance. Although the spiritual pressure he exuded was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the field did not dare to release their spiritual sense to spy on his appearance.

Lingtai Market is right next to Guiyuan Sect. Those who can cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage are not fools.

Su Ming's identity is obviously extraordinary in Guiyuan Sect to be invited into the VIP box. These Foundation Establishment cultivators are not interested in causing trouble for themselves.

It was also fortunate that these cultivators did not release their spiritual sense to spy on Su Ming. With Su Ming's spiritual sense not weaker than that of the late stage of Foundation Establishment, most of these cultivators in the field would suffer a loss.

Ignoring the gazes of other cultivators, Su Ming sat in the box with his eyes closed. He seemed to be resting his mind, but in fact, he was comprehending the mystery of the second level of the Heavy Water Mysterious Art.

After practicing for several years, Su Ming was close to halfway to breaking through the second level of the Heavy Water Mysterious Art.

He only needed to cultivate 300 more drops of liquid mana, so that the liquid mana in the mana lake reached 600 drops, and he could successfully condense the second drop of rootless heavy water and break through the second level of the Heavy Water Mysterious Art.

With only one drop of rootless heavy water, even if Su Ming had the increase of the water virtue body, the speed of body refining was obviously slowed down. It would be a long time before his body could break through the third level of the heavy water body quenching technique and reach the level of the body resisting the top-grade magic weapon.

Moreover, the two powerful spells recorded in the Heavy Water Mysterious Art, the dripping sword and the heavy water protective seal, require at least three drops of rootless heavy water to be cast.

As a powerful spell supporting the top method, as the cultivation of the method continues to deepen, combined with the unique mana cultivated by the method, its power will never be weaker than most secret methods.

It was just a matching spell of the top-level method. This kind of spell can only be used by the cultivators who practiced the method, so it was not judged as a secret method by the cultivators.

As time passed, cultivators walked into the venue from time to time and found seats to sit down. There were also many cultivators with extraordinary backgrounds who flew to the upper box under the various eyes of many cultivators.

As noon approached, fewer and fewer cultivators entered the venue.

Su Ming opened his eyes and pinched his fingers slightly. When he felt that the time was about right, he looked at the cultivators in the venue and found that 700 cultivators had already taken their seats.

However, half of the seats in the venue were still empty, and half of them were foundation-building cultivators, and there were fewer Qi-refining cultivators.

Seeing this, Su Ming did not feel strange. There were very few Qi-refining cultivators who could take out 5,000 spirit stones.

In Su Ming's opinion, among these hundreds of Qi-refining cultivators, there should be many who had just returned from the front line not long ago, and there was still a faint smell of blood on their bodies.

Killing and arson gold belt, if you can survive, war has always been the best time to make a fortune.

These Qi Refining disciples can have such a value, most of them have looted a lot of enemy cultivators' storage bags on the battlefield, otherwise how can they be qualified to sit with the foundation-building cultivators.

"It seems that the competition at this auction will be quite fierce..."

Su Ming looked at the cultivators in the field and whispered to himself.

These Qi Refining cultivators who can survive on the battlefield and make "war money" are all worth a lot, and ordinary foundation-building cultivators may not be worth as much as these disciples.

Lingtai Market is very close to Guiyuan Sect, and almost no robbery cultivators dare to take action nearby. In this case, Qi Refining disciples will not care whether you are a foundation-building cultivator or not.

As long as he can bid for the spiritual objects he needs, he will return to the sect to retreat for a period of time. When he comes out of retreat, he may become a foundation-building cultivator. Who will be afraid of whom then?

There is no reason to give in when the road is in front of him!

As the number of people increases, it is inevitable that some familiar cultivators will meet each other. They will exchange a few polite words with each other, and the venue will gradually become noisy.

So far, Su Ming has not seen any Jindan cultivators enter the venue, and he does not know whether they look down on this auction.

However, with the cultivation level of Jindan Zhenren, as long as he does not want to show up, he will not be able to find him even if he sits next to Su Ming.

Just as Su Ming was waiting for the auction to start in a rogue way, he accidentally saw a thin, handsome, and white-robed foundation-building cultivator sitting in the cultivator seat.

After seeing this person, Su Ming also called the cultivator standing outside the box and explained a few words to him.

After a while, the handsome cultivator in white clothes pushed the door in with a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha, I haven't seen you for nine years. How are you, Junior Brother Su?"

"You didn't come to my two banquets. After the auction, you have to host Baixianglou!"

Hearing the familiar hearty laughter, Su Ming smiled.

Who else could this person be but Chang Yun?

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(I have to work overtime these few days at the end of the month, so the update will be a little late. I will resume the normal update time at the beginning of the month. Please forgive me, fellow Taoists.)