Motley Parrot, Auction Begins

In his small courtyard, Wei Zhong held the newly purchased High-Grade Qi Nourishing Pill.

The more than three hundred Spirit Stones he had just earned were halved in the blink of an eye, making Wei Zhong lament the difficulty of cultivating immortality.

Well, I'll just do my best at the Auction.

Considering the scale of this Auction, Wei Zhong wondered whether to participate as Spirit Farmer Wei Zhong or as Rogue Cultivator Chu He.

Wei Zhong's identity as a Spirit Farmer had been cultivated for many years, and he had already established some connections within the Yan Family. Even if he were to win some precious spiritual items, he would be safer within the Yan Family's territory.

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If he were to go as Rogue Cultivator Chu He, there might be a few duels afterward.

I should go as Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong doesn't have any hope for the Life Extending Pill at the Auction. Given its rarity, who knows how many people are eyeing it.

I'll be more than satisfied if I can acquire some Healing Pills.

A Qi Refining high-stage cultivator has a Lifespan of at least one hundred and fifty years, at least half again as long as that of a mortal. Those who live long can even reach one hundred and seventy or eighty years.

But Wei Zhong's Lifespan limit is only a meager one hundred and thirty-seven years.

The martial arts he practiced in his early years were, after all, somewhat shortsighted. The injuries he sustained in the mortal world had a serious impact on his subsequent Immortal Path.

If he could acquire some Foundation Strengthening pills, that would be excellent.

Treating these injuries would mean that he wouldn't have to worry about his Lifespan for a while.

He also wouldn't need to repeatedly downgrade his cultivation level. If someone with ulterior motives were to discover this, it would be troublesome.

Incidentally, he could also attribute this Lifespan issue to the treatment of his injuries.

It's ultimately unreasonable for an old man on the verge of death to be doing "sit-ups."

That way, he can continue to plant fields in the Yan Family for a few more years in peace.

Three days later, many foreign cultivators had arrived at the Yan Family's residence. Tomorrow would be the good day for the Auction.

The attracted cultivators began to trade with each other. For a time, the periphery of the Yan Family's residence had become a Market, with many cultivators trying to pass off fish eyes as pearls, and two or three Rogue Cultivators had died.

In order to maintain order and stability, the Yan Family simply set aside a piece of land for the use of foreign cultivators for trading, and also dispatched disciples from the clan to patrol daily in order to maintain the Yan Family's reputation.

"How much for this Motley Parrot?"

Wei Zhong said to the old man behind the stall.

In front of him was a half-meter-high birdcage, containing three birds.

Two of them had fair white feathers and were extraordinarily handsome. The other was mixed with black, red, gray, and as many as six or seven other colors, obviously of impure blood.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a long beard that reached his chest. He was a little surprised to hear Wei Zhong inquire about this Motley Parrot.

"This is a variant among White Feather Parrots, suspected of having a bloodline mutation. One hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and it's yours, Fellow Daoist."

Wei Zhong shook his head, obviously realizing that the other party was trying to fool him as if he were a novice.

"Ten Spirit Stones. Fellow Daoist, don't think this is cheap. An ordinary White Feather Parrot costs at least fifty Spirit Stones.

This Motley one of yours is likely a crossbreed between a White Feather Parrot and a common bird. Its eyes are dull, unlike the other two which are quite lively. I'm afraid it's about to fall out of the Spirit Beast category."

White Feather Parrots are usually only Tier 1 Spirit Beasts, equivalent to the Qi Refining realm. Moreover, their strength is ordinary; they have neither combat power nor any other special abilities.

Their only appeal is their white, beautiful feathers, coupled with a bit of liveliness, making them one of the smarter types among ordinary Spirit Beasts. They are deeply loved by cultivators and are considered ornamental Spirit Beasts.

Wei Zhong's words immediately made the other party's expression turn ugly.

Looks like I guessed right.

"Forty Spirit Stones, Fellow Daoist, I can't go any lower."

Seeming eager to sell it off, the price was nearly halved in the re-quote.

Wei Zhong held out both hands.

"Ten Spirit Stones."

The stall owner still seemed a bit unwilling.

"Thirty Spirit Stones..."

Wei Zhong turned to leave.

He only thought the parrot's colors were mixed, giving it a bit of charm. He wanted to place it in his small courtyard as a little thing to relieve boredom, and he wouldn't spend Spirit Stones to raise it as a Spirit Beast.

Seeing Wei Zhong leave directly, the stall owner finally became anxious:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait..."

A moment later, Wei Zhong walked through the Market carrying a smaller birdcage, inside which was the Motley Parrot.

After wandering through the entire Market, Wei Zhong found that there were indeed many good things, but of course, the prices were also high.

There were even more Rogue Cultivators asking for exorbitant prices. Wei Zhong saw one Rogue Cultivator holding a piece of unknown black fragment, claiming it was a fragment of a Magic Treasure, possibly containing the inheritance of a Core Formation Cultivator, priced at five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Magic Treasures are Tier 3 or higher Magical Artifacts, which at least a Core Formation Cultivator can use flexibly.

Wei Zhong had never seen one, so he couldn't make a judgment.

The other cultivators also sneered at this.

Five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, it would take a Spirit Farmer like me at least five or six years of not eating or drinking to earn that much. Who would spend money to buy this thing?

Wei Zhong turned and left. Even if what the stall owner said was true, so what? It was just a small fragment, what use would it be to him? With these Spirit Stones, it would be better to buy a few bottles of pills to improve his cultivation.

As for the inheritance of a Core Formation Cultivator, Wei Zhong believed he didn't have that kind of luck.

In his previous life, his card draws were always "clear skies," how could he dare to do this kind of lottery thing?

But on second thought, could his transmigration here mean that he had this kind of good fortune?

Wei Zhong shook his head; he only had three days to live after transmigrating.

He had a bit of good fortune, but not much.

Returning to his residence, Wei Zhong hung the parrot cage in the courtyard.

He didn't have a Spirit Beast himself, nor did he have the methods to control one. The stall owner had also sold such methods, but the price wasn't very appealing, not as cost-effective as buying from the Yan Family.

He flicked two grains of Spirit Rice from his hand, and the parrot fluttered its wings twice, catching them in its beak.

"Hmm, you know how to eat on your own, so you're not too stupid. Your plumage is mottled, so I'll call you Nine Colors.

Nine Colors, chives, this name feels like I've returned to my previous life."

Wei Zhong turned and returned to his room. Nine Colors watched Wei Zhong's departing figure without any reaction, until he was completely out of sight, then it twisted its head to look at the big tree in the yard.

It became dazed...

The next day, the Yan Family was bustling with activity, and all the cultivators were heading towards the auction site.

Even the Spirit Farmers in the fields were no exception. Seeing Wei Zhong also going with the crowd, the familiar Spirit Farmers greeted him.

Having farmed in the Yan Family for decades, a Qi Refining eighth level Spirit Farmer was considered someone of importance.

Wei Zhong nodded in return, not going forward to chat, maintaining the consistent persona of his predecessor.

Upon entering the venue, Wei Zhong was stopped by a young cultivator.

Seeing Wei Zhong release the spiritual pressure of a high-stage Qi Refining cultivator, Yan Qiyu's eyes showed a bit of respect.

"Please pay the entrance fee of two Spirit Stones, Senior."

Wei Zhong skillfully handed over two Spirit Stones and took a token from his hand.

Kan, Jia, seventy-six, it seems this auction is quite large.

Behind Wei Zhong, Yan Qiyu stopped another cultivator and said the same words. The latter's face turned red, seeming somewhat angry...

Two Spirit Stones wasn't much, but it wasn't like they grew on trees either.

This method of collecting entrance fees blocked those who weren't wealthy from entering the venue, serving as a selection process.

However, the Yan Family must have made a fortune just from collecting Spirit Stones this time.