For the next half hour or so, the atmosphere around the auction stage remained heated, but Su Yueli found herself growing increasingly uninterested.
Most of the items brought out onstage were high-grade bonded flying swords, protective immortal shields, or supreme spiritual pills used to refine immortal spiritual power.
To those lofty cultivators, these were treasures worth fighting over, but to Su Yueli, they were no different from stones on the ground.
There was not the slightest ripple of Spiritual Power within her body. Even if she bought these immortal treasures, she could not activate them at all.
Besides, as a martial artist, she did not have the deep reserves needed to lock eyes with those great cultivation lineages and smash spirit stones against them.
Half an hour passed quickly, and all the ordinary auction items onstage had been sold.
The gold-medal auctioneer's face had faintly flushed, clearly quite satisfied with the profits from the first half.
He drew a deep breath, suddenly raised both hands, and shouted aloud:
"Fellow Daoists, next comes the first grand finale item of this auction!"
As his words fell, the defensive Formation at the center of the auction stage roared into motion, and a pillar of golden light shot into the heavens.
Within that beam of light, a divine pill-refining furnace slowly floated into view.
The instant the furnace appeared, a medicinal fragrance swept through the entire hall. Faint dragon roars and phoenix cries even seemed to emerge from within it.
"This furnace is called the Purple-Gold Eight-Trigram Furnace. It was the personal spiritual treasure of a pill-refining grandmaster five hundred years ago! Refining pills with this furnace not only raises the success rate by twenty percent, but may even cause pill mutations!"
The auctioneer's voice, bolstered by Spiritual Power, was deafening:
"This item will