"Hehe. Fellow Daoist Yan has bid a 28,000-year-old Huangjing Grass. I wonder if any fellow Daoist has a spirit herb older than this one. If so, it would be best to offer it soon."
The Elder Gu on the raised platform did not end the bidding merely because the middle-aged cultivator was the Young Island Master of Myriad Spirit Island. Instead, he spoke again in an extremely official tone.
Although Myriad Spirit Island was a colossal presence in the eyes of the Rogue Cultivators, it was not worth mentioning to the Elder Gu presiding over the event. The Green Snake Valley trade fair was backed by several first-rate sects and major cultivation Lineages. No matter how famous Myriad Spirit Island was overseas, it was not a concern here.
Qin Fengming glanced at the Core Formation cultivator in the early stage who was more than twenty zhang away. He felt little apprehension toward him. Only after the Elder Gu had asked twice did he speak up:
"I have a Snow Ginseng in my possession. It is also 28,000 years old."
"Snow Ginseng—and 28,000 years old at that. This is a supreme-grade spirit herb."
"A 28,000-year-old Snow Ginseng is enough to restore flesh to white bones. Such a spirit herb is several degrees more precious than Huangjing Grass. Even if we cultivators consumed it raw, it would surely reduce more than a decade of arduous cultivation for no reason."
Qin Fengming had still used the abdominal-voice transmission technique to make this bid. As soon as his voice rang out, the scene erupted into another commotion. What left everyone baffled was that someone could actually produce such a rare treasure for trade.
This Snow Ginseng had not originally belonged to Qin Fengming. Its actual origin could no longer be investigated—it had ultimately come