Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 322 Underground Auction

"Quickly see if this jade slip can be of any use to my husband." Ling Yuling turned her head slightly and looked at the two jade slips on the table.

"Okay." Nie Zhaonan reached out and picked up a jade slip, and released a ray of spiritual consciousness into it.

Nie Zhaonan's spiritual sense was very powerful. Although it was only a wisp, he quickly browsed through the contents of the jade slip and said lightly:
"This jade slip contains some secret techniques. After being cultivated to perfection, they can help to break through the bottleneck of the Spiritual Transformation Stage. However, the difficulty of cultivation is also very great. Some techniques require rare natural treasures to assist in cultivation, and some require the practitioner to practice special magical skills. The restrictions are very large and not all cultivators can practice them. It also takes two to three hundred years to cultivate, and it is not something that ordinary cultivators can achieve."

However, Nie Zhaonan discovered that the Twin Saints of Tianxing had actually recorded the cultivation method of Yuanci Divine Light on this jade slip, which saved him from asking them for it again.

“Even with the help of treasures, it will take another two to three hundred years to succeed in cultivation. This time is indeed too long.” Ling Yuling sighed.

She was gifted with natural spiritual talent, and her practice had been smooth sailing until now, without encountering any major bottlenecks. She was only over 200 years old, so naturally she felt that it was an exaggeration to spend two or three hundred years to practice a secret technique.

"These secret techniques are also highly sought after and invaluable to the right cultivators."

Ling Yuling nodded in agreement.

After Nie Zhaonan put away the jade slip in his hand, he took another jade slip and used his spiritual sense to explore the contents inside.

This jade slip records some experiences and insights on breaking through the Spirit Transformation Stage, from the initial induction of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, to the loosening of bottlenecks, when to take auxiliary spiritual objects, the infusion of the vital energy of heaven and earth into the body, the condensation of the Nascent Soul and other processes, from beginning to end, every step is recorded in great detail.

After a quick glance, Nie Zhaonan gained a lot of insights. The problems he encountered when he first tried to break through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm were instantly solved, which helped him a lot.

Soon, Nie Zhaonan withdrew his spiritual sense and put away the jade slip with a flip of his hand.

"My husband, have you made great gains?" Looking at the joy on Nie Zhaonan's face, Ling Yuling asked with concern.

"That's right. The jade slip should record the experiences and insights of successive Palace Masters of the Star Palace in breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage. It is very detailed and without reservation." Nie Zhaonan picked up Ling Yulin and placed her on his lap.

"I'm glad I can be of use to my husband." Ling Yuling lay in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, and said with a smile.

Her husband has helped her so much and helped her parents many times, so naturally she wants to help her husband.

Looking at the charming smile of the beauty in his arms, Nie Zhaonan lowered his head and kissed her.

On the second day, after seeing Wen Qing and Ling Xiaofeng off, Nie Zhaonan took the girls to attend the Jiuxiao Palace auction on time, and the same was true for the next few days.

In the past few days, at the auction, Nie Zhaonan and his party discovered several materials they needed one after another. In their delight, they spent hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to buy them all.

Soon, this grand auction finally came to an end.

In an inconspicuous house somewhere in Jinjing, an old man shrouded in black air was talking with the old man with a black hat from the Ye family.

Upon seeing the old man with a black hat, the old man who was attending the auction and was shrouded in black aura, handed over a storage bag without saying a word.

"The Lihuo Sand was bought by Nie Zhaonan, and I dare not snatch it back." The old man explained.

"I already know about the 'Lihuo Sand'. Thank you, Brother Zhou, for making this trip. I didn't expect that Nie Zhaonan would spend such a high price to buy this item. Since he is the one who made the move, we can't offend him, so let's just leave it at that." The old man in the black cap took the storage bag and said with a smile.

"This time it was just an accident. I still took pictures of other things." The old man surnamed Zhou replied with a dry laugh.

"Yes. This is the elixir prepared for you, fellow Taoist." The old man in the black cap nodded with satisfaction, took out a jade box from his sleeve and handed it to the other party.

"Fellow Daoist is so trustworthy. I will do my best in the underground auction." The old man surnamed Zhou was overjoyed and checked the elixir in the box, nodding repeatedly with satisfaction.

"These are spirit stones and jade slips. I hope Brother Zhou will pay more attention to them." The old man in the black hat reminded after handing over the things.

"I will definitely not let you down this time." The old man surnamed Zhou took it and left.

As soon as the old man in the black hat saw the other party leave the house, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he became gloomy.

Soon, a beautiful woman dressed as a Taoist nun appeared in the room and said calmly, "I didn't expect Nie Zhaonan to be such a variable. I just don't know if he will go to the underground auction. Otherwise, there will be some waves."

"Any Nascent Soul cultivator with a little bit of strength and connections can participate in the underground auction, let alone him. No matter what, don't conflict with him, just give up some materials." The old man with the black crown gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Alas," the beautiful woman sighed.

In a dark and desolate mountain three thousand miles away from Jinjing City, Nie Zhaonan and his fellow Taoists suddenly fell down. After circling for a while, they stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary stone wall.

The stone wall was slightly green, and most of it was covered with mud and moss, looking extremely ordinary.

The women looked around and discovered a wild ditch between two mountains deep in the ground, covered with wild grass and shrubs as tall as a person.

"Is it here?" Nangong Wan asked in surprise.

If it weren't for her husband leading the way, she would not have been able to discover any trace of cultivators in this place.

"It's exactly here." Nie Zhaonan nodded and replied. He shook his sleeves and a palm-sized jade plate flew out. After a flash of white light, it sank directly into the stone wall and disappeared without a trace.

A moment later, a yellow glow suddenly flashed on the stone wall. The girls' eyes blurred and the stone wall disappeared out of thin air, revealing a huge hole with a diameter of more than ten feet.

In front of the cave entrance, there were two middle-aged monks in green robes standing there.

Both of them were in the late Jindan stage, and one of them was holding the jade token that was embedded in the stone wall.

When the two saw Nie Zhaonan's appearance, they immediately bowed and said respectfully:
"So it's Senior Nie who has arrived. Master has already told us two that if Senior Nie has any requests, please let us know and we will do our best to satisfy them."

"Master? Are you two disciples of Fellow Daoist Yi?" Nie Zhaonan glanced at the two of them and said lightly.

"That's right." The two green-robed monks replied with smiles on their faces.

Nie Zhaonan nodded and said, "No need to make any requests, just give me some identity disks."

"Yes." The two of them slapped their storage bags at the same time, and several palm-sized discs appeared in their hands. They handed them respectfully to Nie Zhaonan.

Seeing Nie Zhaonan wanted to take out the spirit stone, a monk in green clothes hurriedly explained:
"Senior Nie is an honored guest. Master has already instructed that you and your Taoist companion do not need to pay spirit stones. I just hope that you do not violate the rules of the trade fair." This auction was able to attract so many Nascent Soul cultivators, so it must be powerful. They once even killed a late Nascent Soul cultivator who broke the rules. But facing Nie Zhaonan, they did not have the confidence to punish him.

"Don't worry, I'm not a rude or unreasonable person." Nie Zhaonan said with understanding.

After saying this, he distributed the identity plates to his fellow Taoists, and then Nie Zhaonan took the lead and walked slowly towards the depths of the passage.

Only after Nie Zhaonan and his group disappeared completely did the two of them let out a long sigh of relief.

"The pressure of meeting Senior Nie is even greater than when I met my master." One person sighed deeply.

"Yes, I feel the same. Senior Nie is very powerful, and it is said that he is comparable to a Jindan cultivator. It is normal for him to put pressure on us." Someone sighed with envy in his eyes.

After chatting for a few words, suddenly the stone wall in front of them flashed yellow light, disappeared again, and an old man walked in slowly.

"It turns out that it's Senior Zhou who has arrived." The two men first glanced at the old man, then bowed and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"My identity disk has expired. Give me another one." The old man surnamed Zhou glared and said rudely.

These two Jindan juniors treated him like a peer, showing no respect at all. But he could do nothing about it, because the person behind them was Yi Xitian, so he couldn't afford to offend him anyway.

"According to the rules of the auction, one identity plate can be used in three underground auctions. Once the identity plate expires, one must pay 10,000 spirit stones if one wishes to own the plate again." A man slowly stated the rules of the auction, his tone more respectful.

"Humph, I know the rules of the trade fair, so there's no need to repeat them." The old man surnamed Zhou snorted coldly, "Here, this is a spirit stone."

As he said that, he threw a storage bag containing tens of thousands of spirit stones directly over. On the surface, he felt extremely happy, but in fact, he felt extremely painful.

"This is a magic plate, please keep it, senior." The green-shirted monk opposite him checked the number of spirit stones in the bag, then presented the magic plate with both hands with a smile on his face.

The old man surnamed Zhou grabbed it, walked past the two of them without looking back, and stepped into the passage.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan and his group were in a green haze.

Now they were in a huge, somewhat dim hall with four to five hundred seats evenly distributed around a circular open space in the middle.

Nie Zhaonan subconsciously scanned the area with his spiritual sense and found that the entire hall was shrouded in a strange formation. A special wave was faintly echoing the glow on their bodies.

The green glow around the body is emitted by the identity plate itself, forming a special restriction.

This restriction is connected to the formation here, and these rays of light are also extremely special, like tangible objects. Even with Nie Zhaonan's powerful spiritual sense pressing on them, they are all easily blocked outside.

Without saying much, Nie Zhaonan took the girls to sit down in a front area and quietly closed their eyes to rest.

As time passed, more and more monks entered the hall.

When Nie Zhaonan opened his eyes again, not only were there nearly two hundred monks in the entire hall, but a white jade table several meters wide had also appeared in the circular open space in the middle.

Not long after, a flash of light appeared near the white jade table, and a figure shrouded in white light suddenly appeared behind the table.

"It's almost time. All the fellow Taoists who were supposed to come have arrived. The trade fair will start now." The figure in the white light glanced around and said lightly.

Then he flicked his sleeves, and three or four bulging storage bags appeared on the table.

The eyes of all the monks in the hall were instantly drawn over, and their eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

"This auction is still the same as before, mainly focusing on various rare materials. According to convention, we will first provide a batch of materials that can be auctioned directly with spirit stones, and the highest bidder wins. Then all fellow Taoists can go on stage and exchange goods." The figure in the white light said slowly.

After saying that, the figure in the white light casually grabbed a storage bag in front of him, and then a black light flashed on his hand, and a fruit that looked like a date but was dark and shiny appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Yin jujubes are found accidentally on the graves of people born in Yin years, Yin months and Yin hours. They take three hundred years to bear fruit, and then they are refined with the resentment of wronged souls using secret techniques for 49 days. These jujubes can be taken directly or used as ingredients for alchemy. The base price is 100,000 spirit stones, and each increase in price is no less than 5,000."

As soon as the figure spoke, all the cultivators were shocked and immediately quoted a price.

"One hundred twenty thousand"

"140,000"

"150,000 Spiritual Stones"

Nie Zhaonan has always been very interested in these spiritual fruits, but the Yin Zao that is being auctioned has already been refined and has lost its vitality, so it is impossible to use the seeds in this fruit to cultivate Yin Zao again.

Otherwise, with the magical effect of the spiritual field in the cave, it is possible to create an environment suitable for the growth of Yin Zao and give birth to Yin Zao.

Although Nie Zhaonan had lost interest in the Yin Zao, the demon cultivators present offered a price without hesitation, and in a flash, they reached a high price.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice sounded. It was Yuan Yao's voice: "One hundred and eighty thousand spirit stones."

"One hundred and ninety thousand spirit stones!" someone shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Two hundred thousand." Yuan Yao's voice was light, but her tone was extremely firm, without the slightest intention of giving up.

She has the body of Heavenly Yin, and this Yin attribute spiritual date is just right for her and has a great effect on her.

"Hmph." The man who was shouting at the top of his lungs looked at Yuan Yao coldly and stopped bidding.

He also heard that the female cultivator who was bidding against him acted as if she had no shortage of spirit stones. Even if he bet most of his fortune on it, he had no hope of getting the Yin Zao.

Finally, Yuan Yao bought this Yin Zao for 200,000 spirit stones.

The figure in the white light paid Yuan Yao the spirit stone and took the auction item. In the blink of an eye, a half-foot-long rectangular object appeared in his hand. It was blood red and exuded a scorching breath:

"Blood Sun Iron and Red Sun Iron were refined by the souls of three Jindan monks who practiced fire-attributed techniques."

(End of this chapter)