Xu Xiaoxiao's Immortal Cultivation Life (Transmigration)

Chapter 94 Immortal Spirit City Auction 9

After this incident, the once magnificent decorations of the auction venue are now somewhat dilapidated.

The tapestries on the walls were torn in various places by the aftershocks of spiritual energy, the exquisite chandelier was teetering on the verge of collapse, the floor was littered with broken table and chair wreckage, and the air was still filled with the lingering smoke of spiritual energy.

The auction manager stood on the stage with a worried look on his face. He cleared his throat and said, "Distinguished guests, today's turn of events is not what we wanted. This auction was originally planned to last only one day, but due to this sudden robbery, there are many follow-up matters that need to be dealt with. In order to express our apologies, we have decided to add another day to the auction."

The audience immediately erupted in discussion. A middle-aged cultivator frowned and complained, "It's gotten this bad. How can we continue the auction? Our time is precious too."

A young female nun standing nearby said with some concern, "Who knows if there will be any more dangers later? I'm a little scared."

At this moment, an old man slowly spoke up: "It's good to stay open for another day. There might be some good treasures later. Besides, Lingxian City should strengthen its security measures, so there's no need to worry too much."

Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she said to Mu Zhusheng, "Second Senior Brother, does having one more day mean we'll have a chance to see even more amazing things?"

After pondering for a moment, Mu Zhusheng replied, "While that is possible, there could be many more variables, so we must still be careful."

The dragon-clan man stepped forward and said to the person in charge, "For this extra day of the auction, security must be ensured to be in place. We cannot allow a chaotic situation like today to occur again."

The person in charge nodded hurriedly: "Your Majesty, rest assured, we will do our utmost. We will not only bring out the elite guards of Lingxian City, but also set up stronger defensive formations to ensure the auction proceeds smoothly."

Upon hearing this news, Princess Lingxiao turned back and exclaimed, "I want to see what treasures can be auctioned off in this extra day that can compare to the sapling of the Spirit Source Sacred Tree."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the auction staff began busily cleaning the venue and repairing the damaged facilities.

Some guards rushed over and redeployed around the venue. They were armed with psionic weapons, their expressions serious, and their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The cultivators who were originally preparing to leave hesitated, but gradually found their seats again, looking forward to the upcoming auction. The entire venue gradually returned to order after the brief commotion, but the tense atmosphere in the air had not completely dissipated.

After the decision was made to extend the auction by one day, the venue was quickly cleaned and tidied up.

The broken tables and chairs were moved away, and new tables and chairs were neatly arranged. The defensive array on the wall was redrawn, shimmering with a ghostly blue light. The spiritual energy residue on the ground was also cleaned up, and a faint trace of repair magic still lingered in the air.

The auction resumed the next day. The auctioneer, a beautiful woman, stepped onto the stage and, feigning composure, announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday's mishap brought shame upon our auction. Today, we will ensure there will be no further mishaps. The first item up for auction is the ancient divine artifact—the Flaming Sun Cauldron. This cauldron was forged by the ancient Flaming Sun Emperor, its surface engraved with flame patterns, containing the pure power of the sun's true fire. For alchemists, it can significantly increase the success rate of alchemy, producing pills of exceptional quality. If a weapon refiner obtains it, they can integrate the power of the flames into their magical artifacts, greatly enhancing their power. Starting bid: five million spirit stones!"

A ruddy-faced alchemist shouted impatiently, "Six million spirit stones! I have been searching for a treasure that can improve my alchemy skills for a long time. This Flaming Sun Cauldron will definitely help me break through my bottleneck."

"I've spent half my life refining elixirs. If I could obtain this cauldron, I would surely be able to refine an unparalleled divine elixir, and my fame and fortune would be established today!"

"Six and a half million spirit stones!" A master craftsman was not to be outdone. "If I obtain this cauldron, the magical treasures I create will surely become famous far and wide. I have forged weapons for many powerful figures. With this cauldron in hand, my skills will definitely reach a new level, allowing me to create something that surpasses even divine artifacts!"

"Seven million spirit stones!" A mysterious man in black robes joined the bidding. "This cauldron is destined for me, and I am determined to have it. This cauldron has a special use for me, so you should stop wasting your time."

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao asked Mu Zhusheng curiously, "Second Senior Brother, this Flaming Sun Cauldron looks amazing. So many people are vying for it. Second Senior Brother, you also enjoy alchemy, shall we bid on it?"

Mu Zhusheng explained, "The power of the flame in this cauldron is extremely rare and precious. Whether it is for alchemy or weapon forging, it can achieve twice the result with half the effort. Naturally, it attracts everyone to fight for it. With so many people competing for it, your second senior brother may not have this opportunity."

The red-faced alchemist cried out anxiously, "Seven and a half million spirit stones! Ladies and gentlemen, I have studied alchemy for many years. This cauldron is of utmost importance to me. Please be merciful. I once ventured into dangerous places and endured countless hardships in search of a good formula. Now, this Flaming Sun Cauldron is my only hope. Can you bear to ruin my future?"

The weapon-refining master snorted coldly: "Eight million spirit stones! My weapon-refining path also needs such treasures to help me. How can I give it up so easily? I have many disciples, all of whom hope that I can bring back this cauldron to glorify my weapon-refining sect. I cannot let them down!"

The man in black robes calmly raised the price: "Eight million five hundred thousand spirit stones. I advise you not to compete with me, or you will bear the consequences. The power behind me is not something you can afford to offend. If you know what's good for you, you'd better back out now."

His words caused an uproar, and many people criticized him.

"Are you threatening us? Auctions should be fair bidding; how can you act so recklessly!"

"Hmph, we don't care what power you are. It's not certain who will get the Flaming Sun Cauldron. We will never back down!"

The man in black robes ignored them and waited quietly for the others' response, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already secured victory over the Flaming Sun Cauldron.

Just as everyone was locked in a stalemate with the black-robed man, a young man in flowing white robes stood up, fanning himself. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes: "Oh, where did this madman come from? How dare he act so wildly at the auction in Immortal Spirit City? Nine million spirit stones! I'd like to see what you're capable of taking this Flaming Sun Cauldron."

The man in black robes' eyes narrowed: "And who are you? How dare you ruin my plans? Don't think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins."

The young man in white smiled lightly: "I am Murong Xuan, and I do not change my name or surname. Although I am not talented, I am not afraid of someone like you who hides his face."

The red-faced alchemist quickly said, "Young Master Murong is righteous. This Flaming Sun Cauldron is of great significance to us. We must not let this villain succeed."

The weapon-refining master chimed in, "Exactly! If we work together, we must not let him undermine the fairness of this auction."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue became tense again. The previously repaired defensive array flickered with light, as if sensing the high emotions of the crowd.

Murong Xuan continued to raise the price: "Ten million spirit stones. I am determined to get this Flaming Sun Cauldron. I want to take it back to my family and improve our alchemy and weapon crafting skills."

The man in black robes gritted his teeth: "Eleven million spirit stones, you're all pressuring me. Once I get this cauldron, none of you will have an easy time."

At this moment, an old man in gray slowly spoke up: "Young man, don't be too arrogant. Although the Flaming Sun Cauldron is good, don't make a big mistake because of it. Twelve million spirit stones. I'm just an old man here to join in the fun. If I can get this cauldron, it will be a bright spot for my old age."

The man in black robes angrily retorted, "You old codger, you dare to argue with me?"

The old man in gray remained calm and composed: "An auction is a fair competition venue, so there's no question of daring or not daring."

Xu Xiaoxiao nervously grabbed Mu Zhusheng's sleeve: "Second Senior Brother, this is getting more and more intense. I wonder who will get the final shot?"

Mu Zhusheng stared intently at the arena: "The ownership of the Flaming Sun Cauldron is still uncertain. Let's see how they fight it out."

Murong Xuan sneered, "Thirteen million spirit stones. Let's see how long you black-robed guest can be so arrogant."

The man in black robes trembled slightly, clearly nearing his limit, but he still refused to give up: "Fourteen million spirit stones, I will not lose!"

Meanwhile, the guards around him gripped their psionic weapons tightly, remaining vigilant for any potential conflict. Their eyes scanned the bidders with unwavering determination, ensuring they could react swiftly to any unusual activity.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was like a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.