The Silver-Haired Elder's words left many cultivators attending an auction for the first time looking utterly astonished, but they only stirred up a small ripple of discussion.
No one backed out. After all, once one's cultivation had reached their level, who would be unfamiliar with killing people and seizing treasures? It could be said that, without exception, they had all experienced it before.
Treasures obtained this way, if their owner had been a cultivator from some powerful sect, would indeed easily attract hatred. But so what? As the saying went, if you did not enter the tiger's den, how could you obtain the tiger cub? If one was timid and afraid of trouble, why bother stepping onto this thorn-strewn path of immortal cultivation for the sake of longevity? Better to be a mortal and pass this life in peace.
If you were timid, then do not become an immortal cultivator!
As long as the treasure was truly rare, they did not care whether it brought disaster upon themselves.
Thus, the brief murmurs of discussion quickly died down.
Seeing this, the Silver-Haired Elder's pupils narrowed slightly, and a satisfied look appeared on his face. "Since none of you fellow Daoists have any objections, we will delay no further. Let the auction begin."
Before his voice had faded, a beautiful maid came forward carrying a tray in both hands.
This woman was eighteen or nineteen years old. Though not an unrivaled beauty, her looks were still quite outstanding, and she was an immortal cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
Many people released their divine sense, only to be blocked by the red silk over the tray. Fortunately, this was merely the first auction item, and the old man would not play at being mysterious. He lifted the silk himself.
A treasure