Although he had sold some less important items and obtained fifty thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones.
Wang Daoyuan did not know much about prices south of the Absolute Heaven Abyss. Fifty thousand Top-grade Spirit Stones might not necessarily be enough.
To ensure he had sufficient Spirit Stones on hand, Wang Daoyuan decided to consign some items to the auction.
The official auction for the Soul Melting Grass would be held a month later. That was more than enough time for experts from across Qian Yuan Continent to arrive.
The competition would surely be extremely fierce by then. Purple Thunder Mountain had stood for nearly two hundred thousand years and could truly be called deep-pocketed.
If they were dead set on obtaining it, other factions might not dare compete with them.
It would be difficult for him to secure even a single stalk.
After staying at the inn for a day, Wang Daoyuan headed straight to the Nine Immortal Auction House.
After entering the auction house, a Late Soul Transformation cultivator cupped his hands and said, "Senior, the auction has not begun yet."
Wang Daoyuan glanced at him. "What? Does your auction house not accept consignments?"
The gatekeeper immediately put on a different face. "Of course we do. Someone, take Senior inside."
Before his words had faded, two young women emerged.
The two women bowed. "Senior, please come with us."
The two women were dressed exceptionally scantily. Even if their clothes were put together, they could scarcely make up three feet of fabric.
When they bent to bow, spring scenery was laid bare in full.
As an upright gentleman, Wang Daoyuan naturally did not look. He merely stole three, four, five, six glances.
Their voices were equally tender and alluring, making one itch to take them away.
After considering the consequences, Wang