Chapter 767: Huangquan Immortal Tree

"The starting price of the Sword Grass of Changing Stars and Changing Suns is 100,000 lower-grade spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than 5,000 lower-grade spirit stones."

"The auction begins!"

After briefly introducing the sixth-grade sword grass spirit seed, Zhang Jiuzong paused and shouted loudly.

"One hundred thousand lower-grade spirit stones, the starting price is not much lower than that of ordinary sixth-grade spirit seeds, it seems that I will have to bleed a little."

Lu Xuan said secretly in his heart.

However, there is a reason for the high price. This Sword Grass of Changing Stars and Changing Suns spirit seed is extremely popular, especially for sword cultivators, who all want to get this natural sword weapon in their pockets.

"120,000 lower-grade spirit stones!"

"130,000!"

In a few breaths, the price rose all the way to 160,000 lower-grade spirit stones.

The number of cultivators bidding has obviously decreased a lot.

"180,000!"

A sword cultivator in the late Jindan stage shouted in a deep voice.

"188,000!"

Lu Xuan followed closely and shouted a more auspicious price.

"One hundred and ninety-five thousand!"

A cold female voice came from a meteorite on his right. Even though there was a formation to block it, he could still feel the sharp sword intent on her body.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Without thinking, Lu Xuan raised the price to two hundred thousand.

After shouting out this price, the number of cultivators interested in this Sword Grass Spirit Seed of Changing Stars and Changing Suns suddenly dropped sharply.

It is not cost-effective for most cultivators to bid for a sixth-grade spirit seed with two hundred thousand spirit stones, even if it is the top variety of the same level.

"Two hundred and ten thousand!"

The late-stage Jindan sword cultivator directly raised the price by ten thousand, trying to scare Lu Xuan away.

But he underestimated Lu Xuan's determination to get this sixth-grade sword grass spirit seed.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand."

Lu Xuan said softly, his voice was neither hurried nor slow, and he could feel his confidence in winning.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand once..."

The cultivators present were silent.

"Two hundred and twenty-five thousand!"

After hesitating for a while, the cold voice of the female cultivator sounded again.

"Two hundred and thirty thousand."

But Lu Xuan did not hesitate at all and raised the price again.

"Congratulations, fellow Daoist!"

Finally, he successfully got the sixth-grade sword grass spirit seed.

Taking advantage of the gap in the auction of other high-level treasures, Lu Xuan seized the time to get the sword grass spirit seed.

"I didn't expect that after leaving the Tianjian Sect, I would still be inextricably linked with the Dongxuan Sword Sect."

Lu Xuan looked at the spirit seed in his hand, smiled, and put it into the gluttonous insect bag.

After bidding for the Yixinghuanri sword grass spirit seed, he fell silent and watched other cultivators compete for various treasures.

Occasionally, there would be one or two treasures that he was very interested in, but after bidding several times, he had to give up in the end.

Among the cultivators present, there were many Jindan Zhenren and Yuanying Zhenjun with outstanding backgrounds, strong wealth, and powerful strength. Although he was also qualified to compete with them, he still had to give priority to the spirit seed.

After all, the benefits of spirit seeds are many times higher than those treasures.

As the auction progressed, the treasures became higher in rank and rarer.

In the second half, a mid-level magical power made the competition fierce, and it was finally sold at a price of nearly five million, which made Lu Xuan, who was watching the excitement in the corner, stunned.

"It's still those great cultivators, big families, and big sects who have a deep foundation."

"After farming for decades, I can only say that I am constantly narrowing the gap between them."

"Of course, if I get a few more seventh-grade spirit seeds, I may be able to surpass them."

Thinking of the upcoming seventh-grade spirit seeds, Lu Xuan felt that the countless spirit stones in the storage bag were thirsty and eager to try.

After bidding for a seventh-grade flying sword, Zhang Jiuzong, who looked a little excited, took out a spirit seed.

The surface of the spirit seed was deep, with deep yellow ripples, as if there was a gray-yellow river accompanying it. As soon as it appeared, it gave rise to amazing visions.

The river spread downwards, forming a ghost cave filled with yin energy and infested with ghosts. A shadow of a towering tree took root in the ghost cave, and its thick roots were like strange tentacles, constantly penetrating into the bottom of the ghost cave.

"Seventh-grade spiritual seed!"

Lu Xuan felt something in his heart.

"This strange phenomenon... is more magnificent than the Yimu Qinglei Vine and the Eight-Layered Palace."

He said secretly in his heart, looking forward to this seventh-grade spiritual seed more and more.

"This strange phenomenon... could it be the legendary Huangquan Immortal Tree?"

"Oh? Can you introduce it to me?"

"I also learned from an ancient book that this spiritual plant can produce magical spiritual fruits, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate. It is difficult to cultivate successfully without a large family or a large sect."

As soon as the spiritual seed appeared, it triggered a lot of discussion.

Zhang Jiuzong looked around and saw that all the cultivators were attracted by the spiritual seed in their hands, smiling.

"The thing in Zhang's hand is a seventh-grade spiritual seed, called the Yellow Spring Immortal Tree. It is said to be obtained from the Yellow Spring ghost cave. It is immortal and can only condense into a spiritual seed under extreme circumstances."

"After the spirit seed grows and matures, it can produce a seventh-grade immortal fruit every once in a while. The immortal fruit has many wonderful uses, which are closely related to the spirit plant itself and the cultivation process. The specifics still need to be explored by fellow Taoists."

"The starting price of the Huangquan Immortal Tree Spirit Seed is 600,000 low-grade spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than 10,000."

"The auction begins!"

"700,000!"

Lu Xuan took the lead and directly raised the price by 100,000, setting the tone.

There are many cultivators who want to get this seventh-grade spirit seed, including Yuanying Zhenjun and Jindan Zhenren who come from large sects and families.

In less than ten breaths, the price rose to 1.2 million low-grade spirit stones.

"1.3 million!"

A childish voice sounded, and a small figure appeared on the meteorite.

The little man was three feet tall, with pale and tender skin, and he looked cute, but he sat cross-legged on the skeletons of thousands of infants, and from time to time, gray and black ghost babies climbed onto his shoulders.

"Master Wanying, the Grand Elder of Wanying Sect, I didn't expect him to come here too."

"One million and five hundred thousand spirit stones, fellow Daoist Wanying, you have so many ghost babies, if you produce immortal fruit, can you feed them all?"

A majestic voice sounded, and a meteorite came in front of everyone, on which stood a half-human, half-dragon cultivator, with dense blue dragon scales on his neck and cheeks, standing on the meteorite, emitting a strong invisible pressure.

"So it's you, old Qingjiao ghost, what, your time is coming, do you want to use this immortal fruit to turn to ghost cultivation?"

Master Wanying sneered, and there was some sarcasm towards the half-human, half-dragon cultivator in his words.

"One million and six hundred thousand."

Lu Xuan stood in the corner, still hiding his figure, and raised the price by another 100,000.

He was not like the two Yuanying Masters, who had the confidence to show their true appearance, so he could only develop secretly and get this seventh-grade spirit seed in a low profile.

The three people's bidding immediately scared away the other sects and families.

Lu Xuan didn't care about anything else. As long as one of the two Yuanying Zhenjuns bid, he would directly raise the price by 100,000. He spent money like water, and seemed to not care about the spirit stones at all.

"Two million and one hundred thousand!"

After the price climbed to two million with difficulty, he raised the price by 100,000 again.

"This Taoist friend is generous. I am willing to admit that I am inferior to you."

Wanying Zhenjun said sinisterly, and a secret spiritual consciousness spread over, but under the restriction of the little spirit of the instrument, it returned without a trace.

"Thank you for your help, Taoist friend!"

Lu Xuan changed his voice and said in a deep voice.