The Seven-Hundred-Year-Old Jade Cold Ginseng

The tall, thin man slapped the Storage Bag at his waist, and a Green Brocade Box about a zhang long flew out and landed in his hand.

Could it be a set of Spirit Artifacts? Shi Yue wondered, making a quiet guess.

The tall, thin man opened the box. Inside lay nine gleaming green flying knives, each radiating a powerful surge of magic power.

"A set of Spirit Artifacts, each one a Mid-Grade Spirit Artifact containing nineteen layers of restrictions. They were forged from Azure Steel Ore and Cloud Rhinoceros Sand. The starting price is five thousand Spirit Stones, and each bid must be raised by at least one thousand."

Too bad they were knives. Shi Yue might have been interested if they were swords.

Shi Yue wasn't interested, but plenty of others were.

"I bid six thousand."

"Eight thousand."

"I bid eleven thousand."

Bids came one after another, and the price soon passed thirty thousand Spirit Stones.

"I bid thirty-three thousand. I ask all fellow Daoists to give the Myriad Beasts Sect some face." A Red-Clad Man stood up and spoke in a deep voice.

Although the Red-Clad Man wore a mask, Shi Yue still recognized him as the person who had bought the Mid-Grade Flying Spirit Tool.

"Hmph, so what if you're from the Myriad Beasts Sect? The highest bidder wins. Thirty-five thousand." A woman's voice suddenly rang out. From her tone, she seemed to think little of the Myriad Beasts Sect.

"Forty thousand." The Red-Clad Man's voice grew heavier.

"Forty-two thousand." The woman was resolute.

"Fifty thousand." A cold glint flashed in the Red-Clad Man's eyes.

"Fifty-five thousand."

The Red-Clad Man's chest rose and fell. After a moment's thought, he said, "Sixty thousand."

Hearing the bid of sixty thousand, the woman fell silent.

The tall, thin