Dissatisfied voices reached their ears. The immortal cultivators who could attend the Secret Market auction, aside from having decent cultivation, were mostly people of broad experience. Naturally, they were not so easily fooled.
Not to mention that this Black Cloud Soil had appeared at an auction not long ago.
For the same quality and the same size, the starting price was more than twice the Spirit Stones it had sold for last time. The crowd's dissatisfaction was not without reason.
Doing this was no different from outright robbery.
No one here was stupid. Everyone was waiting for Mo Hen to explain.
"Heh heh, fellow Daoists, there is no need to be anxious. How could this old man not understand the principle that a gentleman loves wealth, but takes it by the proper path? How could I ruin the auction's reputation for a mere few tens of thousands of Spirit Stones? There is a reason for this."
After hearing this, the crowd's clamor gradually weakened. They wanted to see what reasonable explanation this Master Mo would give.
"Indeed, in terms of value, Black Cloud Soil is slightly lower than the Pure Yang True Iron just now. But I believe everyone understands the principle that things are precious when rare. The reason the price is so outrageous this time is because some changes have occurred at the place where Black Cloud Soil is produced. I think that for the next hundred years, it will likely be very difficult for everyone to obtain this material again. So if you pass by, do not miss it. This is the final opportunity, and fellow Daoists who need this material must be sure to grasp it well." Master Mo's calm voice entered their ears, but the words he spoke left the cultivators astonished.
"Fellow Daoist Mo,