"Twenty thousand!"
"Twenty-five thousand!"
"Forty thousand!"
"Forty-five thousand!"
"Sixty thousand..."
"Sixty-five thousand!"
"Eighty thousand!"
In the blink of an eye, the vast exhibition hall beca a battleground between two bidders. No matter how high the opposing bid went, An Ning would calmly raise it by another fifteen thousand premium spirit stones without batting an eye.
Watching the skyrocketing prices turn Commander Huo Cheng's face green with anxiety. Were it not for his city lord's presence, he would have grabbed this reckless girl by the sleeve to shake so sense into her!
What's so special about this damn furnace anyway? Their treasury had plenty of premium-grade furnaces! At worst, couldn't West Fla City's artifact forgers craft one?
Eighty thousand premium spirit stones? They might as well rob soone!
Unfortunately, no matter how desperately he signaled with his eyes, the stubborn girl beside him remained completely oblivious.
After a helpless glance at his master, Commander Huo had no choice but to continue bidding through gritted teeth.
Fortunately, perhaps overwheld by her extravagant spending, the female voice from the neighboring booth gradually fell silent...
"Eighty thousand premium spirit stones going once! Eighty thousand twice! Eighty thousand three tis!"
With the final strike of the auction hamr, the Purple Gold Leaf Furnace officially belonged to An Ning.
Monts later, an attendant delivered her prize.
One glance confird the eighty thousand premium spirit stones were well spent.
The three-foot-tall furnace before her wasn't particularly ornate, but its ancient simplicity spoke volus. The intricate spiritual patterns carved on its surface were unlike any she'd seen in existing records.
Her intuition scread this was no ordinary Mystic-grade premium furnace.
Most importantly, the mont it touched her hands, she felt an inexplicable sense of perfect compatibility.
Unable to suppress her delight, she carefully stored it away before retrieving several ink-stained papers from her qiankun bag. Smiling at the city lord's representative, she said:
"Thanks to the city lord's generosity, here are so formulas I've recently compiled. One has been tested to alleviate unstable spiritual energy during early-stage breakthroughs. Another dicinal bath formula expands ridians and tempers the body, though its full effects remain unverified..."
Only after confirming his master's silent approval did Huo Cheng carefully accept the docunts.
Suddenly everything made sense.
No wonder this newly advanced Foundation Establishnt cultivator showed no signs of spiritual instability.
But... re dicinal cuisine, not even proper elixirs, could have such effects?
In that mont, Huo Cheng understood why this triple spirit root cultivator progressed as fast as him, and why she'd earned his master's favor.
Truly, his city lord's wisdom knew no bounds.
Luckily unaware of Huo Cheng's thoughts, An Ning barely resisted kicking him.
With her prize secured, she only half-heartedly observed the remaining auctions, preferring to study her jade slips. Most items, while valuable, were currently beyond her needs.
Until rhythmic knocking interrupted:
"Honored guest, regarding the furnace you acquired—our young master deeply admires it but lacked sufficient funds during the auction. He recently obtained a millennium rmaid pearl and wishes to exchange..."
For security reasons, Biling Pavilion forbade revealing buyers' identities. Yet considering her extravagant spending and private booth, the ssenger spoke with utmost respect.
Deep sea dwellers called rmaids produced pearls over millennia—precious materials for alchemy that also stabilized minds and reduced qi deviation risks.
Trading such treasure for a Mystic-grade furnace seed excessive.
But once in An Ning's hands? Not a chance.
Before she could respond, Huo Cheng curtly refused with palpable hostility.
The audacity! Flaunting so pearl before his city lord as if West Fla City lacked such trifles!
Recognizing the dangerous tone, the ssenger imdiately withdrew without another word—no threats, no complaints.
An Ning clicked her tongue. In this high-risk world, reading the room was indeed essential for survival.
Back in Xuqing Sect days, though she avoided socializing and group missions, nobody dared provoke her. In the cultivation world, who knew when a five-spirit-root trash might stumble upon destiny and beco an overpowered protagonist?
Only fools made enemies recklessly.
anwhile, upon receiving the rejection, Sikong Jing showed no anger. Turning to Shangguan Ling with apologetic grace, the handso young master—jade-like complexion and starry cold eyes—spoke softly:
"My apologies, Ling'er. This senior brother failed you. Had I not insisted on acquiring that Nascent Soul Pill earlier..."
His usual aloof deanor made this exclusive tenderness even more striking.
Instantly blushing, the young maiden forgot her disappointnt, hastily replying:
"Senior brother, don't say such things! I wanted that Nascent Soul Pill too!"
"Besides, your future Nascent Soul formation matters most. What's a furnace compared to your prospects?"
Her shy glance t his unchanging smile as he patted her head: "Silly girl, forming a Nascent Soul isn't easy. In the past century, only West Fla City's lord succeeded. Even my father..."
"Had you not noticed the danger that day, father might have..."
Sighing heavily, he continued: "If even my prodigious father struggled, how could I..."
Before he finished, Shangguan Ling passionately interrupted:
"Impossible! Others might fail, but believe , senior brother, you'll definitely form a Nascent Soul!"
"You'll be the second after West Fla City's lord to achieve this!"
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