Daoist Ji, Old Lin, and Zhang Tie sat in the VIP box, looking somewhat ill at ease.
After all, if Li Ping had not intervened,
their status would never have qualified them to enter a VIP box. They could only have crowded shoulder to shoulder with the Qi Refining rogue cultivators below.
"Tsk, tsk!" Old Lin marveled. "This sofa, these spirit fruits, this view, this height-"
Hearing him seemingly about to praise every single item in the box, Li Ping hurriedly interrupted. "Old Lin, under the Immortal City's rules, Zhang Tie still has to place his own bids."
As he spoke, Li Ping handed a Storage Bag to Zhang Tie. "There are 3,810 spirit stones in here."
Of those 3,810 spirit stones, 2,310 came from the foundation establishment fund, while Old Lin had borrowed 1,000 from Li Ping using the shop's Contract Deed as collateral.
The remaining 500 were a loan from Li Ping to Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie fumbled as he accepted the Storage Bag, nodding repeatedly. "Big Brother, I understand."
Beside him, Daoist Ji's eyes widened at the figure Li Ping had spoken. That many spirit stones would have been enough to buy a permanent first-tier middle-grade Spirit Land in the Jiang Kingdom.
But then he remembered that Zhang Tie was about to bid on a Foundation Establishment Pill, and the sum no longer seemed so large.
After all, given a Foundation Establishment cultivator's long lifespan, a lineage with one presiding over it could flourish for nearly two hundred years. What was a mere first-tier middle-grade Spirit Land compared to that?
Where else besides the Immortal City could a Foundation Establishment Pill possibly appear at auction?
Xuan'er is an Immortal City cultivator now, too. If, in the future- At that thought, Daoist Ji came back to his senses