Inside the auction hall, the atmosphere burned hot, churning ceaselessly like molten iron in a furnace.
"Second-tier spirit talismans... twelve of them, no less!" a cultivator exclaimed in admiration.
Every gaze was nailed to the twelve floating spirit talismans. Greed, longing, calculation-all manner of emotions intertwined in the dim light.
Waves surged through Qing Chen's heart as well, but he knew his limits and had a clear target.
These Luo Yan Thirty-Six Fingers spirit talismans were certainly astonishingly powerful. The destructive force of each finger probably rivaled the Netherworld Demon Spider's demon fire!
He had to secure at least one set!
None of the cultivators present were fools. Everyone understood that the later the finger, the stronger its spirit talisman would surely be.
Thus, when a cultivator at the eighth layer of Qi Refining won the first set-the First through Third Fingers-for twelve hundred spirit stones,
although it prompted a flurry of muted exclamations, it did not cause much of a stir.
"Blowing twelve hundred spirit stones on the first three fingers right out of the gate? What will he use to compete for the better finger techniques later?" someone scoffed quietly.
"How shortsighted! All the good stuff comes later!" another cultivator agreed, though not very loudly. After all, that was an expert at the eighth layer of Qi Refining.
"Hmph, he has the spirit stones to throw around! Unlike us-our pockets are cleaner than our faces!" Sour remarks rose from a corner.
Qing Chen watched with a cold eye, noting that several cultivators with deep, steady auras seated in the corners had yet to bid. Clearly, they were waiting for the main attractions later.
He reminded himself to stay alert. An opportunity could vanish in an instant.
When bidding began on the second set-the Fourth through Sixth Fingers-Qing Chen