Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Gong Yi's gaze fell on the private room, but the beaded curtain was drawn, making it impossible to see clearly inside.

"One thousand five hundred and sixty spirit stones." Lin Yuan slowly added ten spirit stones.

This is clearly not a price that most monks can continue to raise.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan slowly picked up the teacup on the table and glanced at the quiet private room No. 7, where no sound had come out yet.

The round window on the other side was partially obscured, making it difficult to see inside.

But he didn't care.

Just as I was about to look away, I saw a hand slowly lift a corner of the beaded curtain.

Although only a small gap was visible, it was enough for Lin Yuan to see who was behind the curtain.

Gongsun Yan?

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

It was him.

It seems the sound was concealed using some kind of magic.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yuan saw Gongsun Yan nod at him with a smile on his lips.

"Fellow Daoist Gongsun?" Although Gong Yi could only see a profile, it did not prevent him from recognizing the true face of Gongsun.

Gong Li also turned his gaze toward the private room upon hearing this, but Gongsun Yan had already lowered the beaded curtain.

Once again, put yourself behind others.

Gongsun Yan only wanted to bid discreetly at this auction house and did not wish to show his face in public.

But when Lin Yuan looked at him just now, he immediately changed his mind.

He had a disagreement with Lin Yuan over the Rejuvenation Pearl.

There's been no further news about Zhou Wanwan's Foundation Establishment Pill.

He wasn't necessarily on the same side as Zhou Wanwan.

Why not take this opportunity to mend your relationship with Lin Yuan?

After all, in the world of cultivation, there are very few weapon-refining talents like Lin Yuan.

It's hard to say what the future holds...

"Lin Yuan, Gongsun Yan is showing his face now," Gong Yi said, resting his chin on his hand. "Could it be that he wants you to give him this blood ginseng?"

It's no wonder Gong Yi thought that way; Gongsun Yan's reputation for prioritizing profit was no secret in the cultivation world.

Lin Yuan put down his teacup and casually said, "I think Fellow Daoist Gongsun probably just wants to see who he is bidding against."

Upon hearing this, Gong Yi was about to speak again, but Old Mo's inquiry came from the high platform, so he immediately gave up.

"One thousand five hundred and sixty spirit stones, for the first time."

Many people in the hall subconsciously turned their gaze toward the private room where Gongsun Yan was.

It's not for people, but for voices.

The sound of Gongsun Yan raising the price again and again left a deep impression on them.

However, even after a long time, until Old Mo made his second inquiry, they still couldn't hear a sound from that private room.

"One thousand five hundred and sixty spirit stones, the third time."

Clearly, the bidding war they envisioned was unlikely to occur.

The other party gave up.

"bite--"

"Deal made. The century-old earthworm blood ginseng will belong to the Daoist in private room number five. Please complete the transaction after the meeting."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall turned their gazes involuntarily.

At this moment, someone recognized Gong Yi and his group, "Look, they are disciples of the Gong Clan Immortal Clan."

"So it's the Gong Clan of Immortals. No wonder they gave up bidding so quickly."

"I don't think so, I think..."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but the commotion gradually subsided after Old Mo removed the red cloth from the third tray.

"The third item—" Old Mo's voice rang out immediately.

"One serving of 'Three Hundred Years of Golden Sand' weighs three taels and seven mace."

As soon as Master Mo finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the tray in the third maid's hands.

There was no dazzling light or strong medicinal fragrance. In a semi-transparent jade box, there was a handful of dark golden sand.

These grains of sand are extremely fine. Under the light of the auction stage, they present a restrained, liquid gold-like texture. They lie there quietly, yet they exude an aura that is both heavy and sharp.

"This sand was collected from the bottom of the riverbed where the earth's fire and metal energy meet deep in the Hengduan Mountains. It took three hundred years to take shape after being eroded by the earth's pulse and soaked in spiritual energy." Old Mo's voice carried the certainty of introducing a rare material. "Its nature is extremely hard and sharp, and it is very good at breaking armor and magic. It is an excellent auxiliary spiritual material for refining flying swords and needles, or for enhancing the sharpness and defense-breaking properties of magical artifacts."

"If the weapon refiner is skilled enough to fuse this into the weapon, it can significantly enhance the weapon's grade and power. Starting bid: two thousand spirit stones; each bid must be at least one hundred."