"Fellow Daoist Bai, you're still too kind. Though the cultivation world isn't as terrifying as Father said, there are bad people here too. Didn't we encounter quite a few Evil Cultivators in the Hundred Thousand Mountains before?" Jin Yao spoke softly.
Bai Lan: "...Mm, you're right."
Long Aotian, some distance away, angrily withdrew his gaze. After all, he currently had no confidence in defeating that woman.
But thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—one day... he would win.
The auction was in full swing. On the central platform lay a low-grade magical artifact, the Moon Grasping Sword. It was said to have been forged by a renowned artifact refiner and was greatly sought after.
"I bid one thousand Spirit Stones."
"Two thousand five hundred."
"Five thousand Spirit Stones!"
"Six thousand Spirit Stones!"
Those bidding for it were mostly Foundation Establishment stage and Qi Refining stage cultivators. More than half the private rooms on the second floor remained silent, while most of the bidders were Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
The alluring auctioneer held up her auction hammer, a perfectly measured smile on her lips.
"The Li Family's young master bids six thousand Spirit Stones... Are there any fellow Daoists who wish to raise the bid?"
Patriarch Li had always acted flamboyantly with the power behind him. He had no intention of concealing his identity, because there was simply no need.
"I bid six thousand one hundred Spirit Stones!" Long Aotian, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke. There was a hint of provocation in his gaze toward Patriarch Li's private room.
"You!" Patriarch Li was like a pufferfish, always getting enraged by Long Aotian.
"This young master bids seven thousand Spirit Stones!!!"
"Seven thousand one hundred Spirit Stones." Long Aotian continued raising the price.
"Long