Many people glanced at the black-robed man in the bamboo hat who had spoken, shaking their heads with surprise in their eyes. Quite a few even concealed a hint of mockery.
Kind words could not dissuade a ghost bent on dying.
They had explained things so clearly, and even the organizers had tacitly acknowledged it. They had done all that kindness and duty demanded.
Yet someone still wanted to leap into this fiery pit. Tsk, tsk. More spirit stones than sense.
Sure enough, everyone else was "clever," and no one raised the bid.
"Seventy going once, seventy going twice, seventy going three times! Congratulations to this fellow Daoist on winning these roots of the [Nine-Leaf Violet Cinnabar Fungus]!"
With the host's announcement, Lin Changheng won the item.
He did not linger. He paid the spirit stones and collected it in the small room off to the side, then headed outside.
Whether the Azure Spirit Ward had good security or Lin Changheng's behavior had not been enough to stir anyone's wicked intentions, he ultimately left safely.
Late that night.
On the fourth floor of his building, Lin Changheng took out the roots of the [Nine-Leaf Violet Cinnabar Fungus].
He kept rubbing the markings on their surface, his mind wandering as he thought about Foundation Establishment Pills.
According to what he had learned from the cultivators in the secret shop, the ingredients for Foundation Establishment Pills were so scarce that obtaining them in the future would likely be difficult.
Only after a long while did he come back to himself. He brought over the flowerpot from last time, filled it with spirit soil he had specifically purchased in the Market Ward, and planted the roots inside.
"Now we'll see whether this works."
Lin Changheng directly unleashed the true intent of the [Glorious