Spirit-Gazing Fruit sapling.
Chen Sanshi could not help but focus even more intently.
He remembered Sima Yao saying that this thing needed five or six hundred years before it bore fruit, and only one fruit grew each time.
It was extremely troublesome to cultivate, and the imperial court still did not have any Spiritual Fields.
But it was worth trying regardless.
Though they lacked Spiritual Fields, they had spirit pearls. Combined with certain special spiritual plants, they might yet be able to create a Spiritual Field.
Needing five or six hundred years merely meant it was a long-term investment.
Besides, Chen Sanshi had no intention of paying for it, so naturally, he had to buy it first.
Four or five people bid on the Spirit-Gazing Fruit sapling in total, but because its growing conditions were so demanding, none were willing to bid too high. In the end, it sold for two thousand spirit stones.
The auction continued in an orderly fashion.
Basically, every item was far cheaper than its market price, and more than half the cultivators purchased something they had set their hearts on.
Directly opposite Chen Sanshi's private room was another room of a higher grade.
Inside, a Noble Young Master with a gloomy face reclined in a deer-antler chair, gently fanning himself with an ink-wash folding fan. Two Foundation Establishment Cultivators sat beside him.
One wore a purple Daoist robe. He was the alchemist Changsun Miao.
The other wore a black conical hat, his long, deathly pale fingers rhythmically tapping the tabletop.
"Young City Lord."
The cultivator in the black conical hat spoke, his voice slightly hoarse. "Has everything been arranged?"
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Qiu."
Young City Lord Jiang Li raised his brows lightly and said in a ghostly tone, "Most of those invited today have