"Spirit Control Technique, starting bid: fifteen hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones."
"Eighteen hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
"Nineteen hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
The Spirit Control Technique Wei Suo wanted was clearly in great demand. Shopkeeper Tian had barely finished speaking when cultivators in the hall below began calling out bids one after another.
"Twenty-five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
In just a moment, an old man in a greasy gray robe had raised the starting price of this technique by a full thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Seeing that no one seemed to be bidding for the moment, Wei Suo hurriedly shouted, "Twenty-six hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
Wei Suo had not said earlier that he wanted to buy the Spirit Control Technique. The moment he called out twenty-six hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones, Nangong Yuqing beside him was startled. "Wei Suo, do you really want to buy the Spirit Control Technique?"
"Do you remember those five Heart Devouring Worm larvae? I have a method for raising demon beasts. All I lack is this technique to control the Heart Devouring Worms!" Wei Suo quickly explained, then nervously looked toward the old man who had previously bid twenty-five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.
At that moment, the old man also turned his head and looked toward Wei Suo's private room.
The old man's gray-white hair was greasy as well, as if it had not been washed for days. His fingernails were black, and he looked utterly slovenly. When he turned and looked upward, his gaze was exceedingly venomous. It was clearly impossible for him to see through the spiritual light barrier outside the private room, yet Wei Suo felt as though that gaze had pierced right through.
That sinister gaze made the wrinkled, grease-covered old man seem to Wei Suo like a monstrous spider with shriveled skin.
"Twenty-eight