At Du Zhen's words, the cultivators flew toward the palace complex ahead.
"Young friend, don't forget our wager!" Quite a few cultivators looked at Qin Fengming and called out loudly.
"Rest assured, everyone. If I run off, you may seek compensation from Senior Du Zhen. I trust Senior Du Zhen will not embezzle your immortal Spirit Stones." Qin Fengming waved to the crowd, his face wreathed in smiles.
By now, the several hundred True Immortal Mighties had long since developed a favorable impression of Qin Fengming. Winning or losing meant nothing to them at all. The fact that he could single-handedly produce three million immortal Spirit Stones was enough to make everyone see him in a new light.
However, Saint Master Lin Lun and the dozen or so True Immortals naturally still harbored resentment. Losing several hundred thousand immortal Spirit Stones in one stroke—who would not feel the pain? Saint Master Lin Lun in particular had gambled away every last immortal Spirit Stone the Puyang Sect had allocated for purchasing materials. To make up the deficit, he would likely have to bleed heavily and sell off the vast quantity of materials he had accumulated.
"Young Friend Qin, come with this old man to Grand Clarity Palace now," Du Zhen said to Qin Fengming and the two others after the crowd had departed.
"Please wait a moment, Senior. This junior needs to have my two companions auction off some pills and accumulate immortal Spirit Stones to purchase the things we need." Qin Fengming bowed.
Then he waved his hand, and bottle after bottle of pills appeared before Dong Qian.
"There are fifty Immortal Realm pills and Golden Immortal Pills here, as well as ten Profound Womb Sun-Locking Pills and ten Pulse-Burning Essence-Solidifying Pills. Have the Grand Clarity Palace Auction House auction