A reincarnated girl, who begins by possessing a cultivator.

Sixty-five.

Xuan Shui Dao Ren raised the price without hesitation.

Seven hundred thousand. "

The Demonic Nascent Soul Ancestor was not to be outdone.

The price soared and quickly broke through 800,000 spirit stones, leaving the cultivators below the stage dumbfounded.

Chapter 212 Free Trade

Su Chun watched the prices climb steadily, her palms slightly sweaty.

She felt that paying 800,000 spirit stones for a water-attribute longevity herb was not worthwhile.

At this moment, he only had 600,000 spirit stones left in his pocket.

What's even more troublesome is that all the bidders are Nascent Soul cultivators, and for a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator like myself to rashly intervene is tantamount to snatching food from a tiger's mouth.

"Nine hundred thousand."

Xuan Shui Dao Ren's withered fingers tapped the armrest with a dull sound, and his body was filled with water vapor, clearly indicating his determination to win.

"Ninety-five is complete."

The sinister voice of the Demonic Ancestor followed closely behind, his eyes beneath his black robe gleaming with a greedy red light.

After thinking it over for a while, Su Chun decided to make a bid. This kind of rare and precious material is hard to come by. If he missed this opportunity, who knows how long he would have to wait for the next one?

She could reach the late stage of Core Formation at any time, so she had to seize it.

One million.

A cool, clear female voice suddenly rang out from the VIP room, like an ice droplet falling into boiling oil, instantly silencing the noisy square.

All eyes turned to the pavilion where Su Chun was, including the sudden sharp gazes of Xuan Shui Dao Ren and the Demonic Ancestor.

Yundie nervously grabbed Su Chun's sleeve.

“Sister Su Chun, you…”

Su Chun took a deep breath and rubbed her fingertips on the storage bag.

She knew this move could lead to her death, but at this moment there was no way to retreat.

Since you've decided to take this path, you can't let fear hold you back.

"Little girl, do you know where this is?"

Xuan Shui Dao Ren's voice carried the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, pressing down on the private room as if it were a tangible force.

"Don't act impulsively and break the rules."

Su Chun slowly stood up and looked towards the center of the square through the carved window lattice.

"This junior is Su Chun, a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. This herb is crucial for me to break through my bottleneck. I hope the seniors will grant my request."

She deliberately revealed the name of her sect, both to show her identity and as a form of deterrence. Although the Ancient Sword Sect was not as prestigious as the top sects, it was not a pushover to be easily manipulated.

The Demonic Ancestor let out a strange, eerie laugh.

"So what if it's the Ancient Sword Sect? You, a mere mid-stage Core Formation junior, dare to try and snatch something from me? And can you even come up with a million spirit stones?"

Su Chun did not respond, but instead said loudly to the auction stage: "I do not have enough spirit stones, but I will trade with spirit stones plus physical goods. Here are three sixth-order demon cores, which should be enough to make up the difference."

With a flick of her finger, three demon cores radiating a violent aura pierced through the window and landed steadily on the jade plate in front of the auctioneer.

As soon as the demon core appeared, gasps of surprise rose from the audience.

These are all rare treasures in Tiannan, each worth no less than 150,000 spirit stones, or even more.

The high-level demonic beasts of the Southern Continent have almost been wiped out.

After carefully inspecting the items and confirming there were no issues, the auctioneer announced, "The three demon cores are of excellent quality, and their total value, as appraised, is approximately 500,000 spirit stones. Adding the 500,000 spirit stones offered by this fairy, the total comes to 1,000 spirit stones. Are there any higher bids?"

Xuan Shui Daoist's face turned ashen.

Although he was well-versed in medicine, he was unwilling to pay such a price for a single herb.

The Demonic Ancestor's eyes flashed with a fierce light, but in the end he gave up.

"One million, for the first time."

"The second time."

"make a deal."

The moment the gavel fell, Su Chun breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in her chair.

Yundie quickly handed over the spiritual tea.

"You scared me to death! You're still so brave."

Su Chun took a deep breath and accepted the teacup.

"There's no other way. I can break through to the late stage of Core Formation at any time, and I really need these herbs."

In the following auctions, Su Chun did not sell any more items casually; she simply watched quietly as one rare treasure after another was auctioned off at high prices.

It possesses defensive armor at the Nascent Soul level and ancient, lost sword techniques.

The auction ended when the last item, a black crystal imbued with an aura of chaos, was sold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today's auction is over. Now it is your free trading time."

This free trade phase is the real highlight.

"Sister Su Chun, let's go down and take a look too."

A look of curiosity flickered in Yundie's eyes.

"Maybe I can find something good."

Su Chun nodded, and the two followed the flow of people out of the private room.

As soon as they stepped into the square, several subtle divine senses swept over them, carrying an undisguised sense of probing.

Su Chun felt a chill run down her spine. Most of these gazes came from Nascent Soul cultivators, clearly aimed at the sixth-order demon core she had just taken out.

To outsiders, it seems unlikely that someone could produce three at once.

Dozens of trading circles have spontaneously formed inside the main hall.

The cultivators gathered in small groups, displaying their treasures or whispering as they negotiated prices, their spiritual communication flashing in the air.

Su Chun, holding Yun Die's hand, deliberately chose to walk in densely populated areas, while simultaneously spreading her divine sense to carefully search for any possible life-extending materials.

"Fellow Daoists, I have a thousand-year-old Vermilion Fruit, which I am willing to exchange for a fifth to seventh-grade lightning-attribute demon core."

"For sale: Ancient treasure, the Mirror of Delusion. Price is negotiable."

"We buy and sell all kinds of ancient fragments at preferential prices."

The sounds of hawking and bargaining filled the air, making it no different from a vegetable market.

Su Chun's gaze swept among the various stalls, and suddenly stopped in front of a stall selling spiritual herbs.

The stall owner was an unfamiliar Foundation Establishment cultivator, and his stall displayed several rare water-attribute spiritual herbs.

How much is this daffodil?

Su Chun pointed to one of the spiritual herbs that emitted a faint black aura and asked.

Narcissus is very beneficial to Yundie's cultivation.

The stall owner's eyes lit up and he quickly said, "Fairy, you have excellent taste! This is a five-hundred-year-old narcissus herb, only five thousand spirit stones per plant."

Just as Su Chun was about to take out her money, a cold voice suddenly interrupted.

"I'll take this herb, five thousand five hundred spirit stones."

Su Chun frowned and looked over, only to see a demonic cultivator dressed in black robes standing in front of the stall, his triangular eyes greedily staring at the narcissus.

Behind him were two late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators with solid auras, clearly minor leaders of some demonic sect.

The stall owner's expression changed slightly.

“Fellow Daoist, this fairy took a liking to you first.”

"So what if I like it first?"

The black-robed cultivator chuckled and reached out to grab the narcissus.

"In Tianyan City, the principle is that the highest bidder wins."

Su Chun's eyes turned cold, and her mid-stage Core Formation cultivation level emanated from her body.

"I asked the price of the item first."

Su Chun's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

The black-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically as he sensed the faint aura of Core Formation emanating from Su Chun, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

“Senior, I am a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. This herb is of great use to me. Please grant me this favor.”

"The Hehuan Sect?"

Su Chun sneered inwardly. He had just dealt with the traitor from the Yue Kingdom branch, but unexpectedly, he had run into the main culprit here.

She stepped forward, her body radiating sword intent, forcing the black-robed cultivator to retreat repeatedly.

"roll."

The single word struck the black-robed cultivator like a thunderclap. His expression changed, and he dared not utter another word, leading his men away in a disheveled state.

The surrounding cultivators who were watching the spectacle all looked at him with awe.

The stall owner wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly wrapped up the daffodils and handed them to Su Chun.

"Fairy, your magical herb."

Su Chun paid with spirit stones, took the spirit herb, and handed it to Yun Die.

Just as Su Chun continued searching for what she wanted, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

"Junior Sister Su, you're here too?"