"Longlife Turtle egg, two hundred spirit stones... sold!"
On the stage, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Three Mountains Association announced the conclusion of another auction.
It was clear from his movements that he was somewhat inexperienced, obviously not a professional auctioneer.
But Foundation Establishment cultivation was what truly mattered; everything else was mere branches and leaves. Few cultivators cared.
What concerned them more at the moment was the price of the Longlife Turtle egg.
"The Longlife Turtle has gone up in price again..."
"After all, a Golden Core can last a thousand years. Though it can outlive generation after generation of cultivators, sects and great families are still willing to make long-term investments... There are living examples right before us!"
"Turtle eggs are nothing. Those Longlife Turtles that are four or five hundred years old—that's where the prices are truly terrifying! And... they're often priceless, yet impossible to buy!"
As Aaron listened to the idle chatter, he watched the Foundation Establishment cultivator on the stage.
With a wave of his hand, the man personally took the jade tray from the maidservant. "Next... one Foundation Establishment Pill, with a starting bid of five thousand spirit stones!"
"What?"
"The auction is only halfway through!"
"They're actually auctioning the Foundation Establishment Pill in the middle?"
Clearly, this move by the auction had caught many people completely off guard.
But cultivators quickly came to their senses, and a voice rang out from a private room on the second floor. "Five thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
"Six thousand!"
"Six thousand one hundred!"
In a short time, the price swiftly soared to a staggering seven thousand spirit stones!
Good heavens...
Aaron's gaze sharpened. He had saved all the profits from the past several decades, and even mortgaged his shop, yet had only managed