Inside the White-Gathering Pavilion.
After hearing He Chuan out, Li Ping looked thoughtful, and a measure of suspicion arose in his heart toward the man before him.
He did not know whether such an auction really existed, or whether He Chuan had invented the whole thing as a trap for him.
Such things were far from rare in the cultivation world.
In Spirit Firmament City, one occasionally heard of someone being invited out of the city to explore by a friend they had known for most of their life, only to never return.
As a Third-Tier Pill Refiner, he possessed considerable wealth.
It would hardly be surprising if someone went to great lengths to lay a trap for him and scheme after his fortune.
After some thought, he asked unhurriedly, "May I ask where exactly this underground auction you mentioned will be held, Fellow Daoist He?"
To Li Ping's surprise, however, He Chuan shook his head at the question. "I don't know the exact location of the underground auction yet. In fact, because of its nature, the venue changes every time. It usually isn't finalized until five years before the auction, giving participants time to travel there..."
Only after He Chuan's explanation did Li Ping understand.
It turned out that after each underground auction ended, the organizers gave every participating Core Formation Cultivator two tokens. Aside from the token they kept for themselves, the extra one could be gifted or sold to another cultivator.
Anyone holding a token could attend the next underground auction.
The location of the next underground auction would appear on the token five years before it was held.
As for the interval between auctions, it was one hundred years.
Last time, He Chuan had paid to acquire a token from someone else, attended the underground auction,