The Might of a Sword Cultivator (In Celebration of Shili Xiange Becoming Alliance Leader)

"Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Is that really a Foundation Establishment Pill?"

"Damn it—this old man doesn't have enough spirit stones. If I'd known, I wouldn't have bought those items earlier."

The atmosphere in the venue instantly became feverish.

Quite a few Late Qi Refinement Cultivators stared greedily at that glimmer of blue light, as though they were looking at their own Dao Paths.

"Five thousand!"

"Five thousand one hundred!"

"Six thousand!"

"Seven thousand!"

The Rogue Cultivators in the auction hall called out the entirety of their fortunes, only to swiftly fall into despair.

They discovered that when it came to financial resources, they could never rival those Foundation Establishment Great Cultivators in the private rooms.

"Damn it, my Dao Path!"

"Curse it—if only I could achieve Foundation Establishment—"

Without anyone noticing, much resentment began to brew in secret.

Yet the Foundation Establishment Cultivators above remained calm and unruffled, continuing to raise their bids.

Could the resentment of Qi Refinement Cultivators so much as harm a single hair on their heads?

"Tsk, tsk—is this the allure of a Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Inside the private room, Fang Qing watched the scene with a faintly amused curl to his lips.

He had refined no fewer than dozens of Foundation Establishment Pills. He alone had taken several, and had never considered them particularly precious.

Yet out in the wider world, they were practically the lifeblood of these Rogue Cultivators.

Under the heated bidding of the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, the price of the Foundation Establishment Pill directly broke through nine thousand spirit stones and hovered around ten thousand.

"Alas, what a pity—"

"The Lineage's spirit stones have already been drained dry. We can no longer raise the bid—"

"We must leave behind some spirit stones in reserve. This item is not fated to be mine—"

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