King of the Fairy City

“One million, three hundred thousand”

Since those Jindan cultivators did not make any move, Ye Mo decided to take a gamble. If those Jindan cultivators bid again, he would just not follow.

“One million, four hundred thousand”

Ye Mo’s price was only paused for a few breaths before it was surpassed by another foundation-building cultivator.

The price of the Soul-Fixing Orb has been increasing slowly. Although it is slow, each increase of 100,000 spirit stones is also making the foundation-building cultivators gradually unable to afford it.

Ordinary casual cultivators have no way to bid. They are representatives of various forces and can only afford a price of more than one million. But their bids are still very difficult.

When the price reached 1.9 million, there was silence in the trade fair.

It is not that there are no top-level magic weapons on the market. In the legal auction of the Immortal City Alliance, it is not difficult to get a top-level magic weapon or magic tool for 2 million.

Although the Soul-Fixing Orb has a unique effect, ordinary Five Elements cultivators still prefer Five Elements magic tools. After all, at the same level, the improvement of the Five Elements Magical Instruments on the Five Elements Cultivators is extraordinary, far beyond the reach of the Soul-Fixing Orb.

The Soul-Fixing Orb is only extremely useful for some "special" cultivators.

The one who beat the crowd and offered a price of 1.9 million was still the black-shirted cultivator who first bid.

Because this person's voice, breath, and appearance were all covered tightly by various spiritual instruments, Ye Mo didn't know whether he was a ghost cultivator.

"Master Zeng, what do you mean, it's been half an incense stick of time, why don't you start the countdown?"

After a long silence, the black-shirted cultivator became a little impatient.

For general auction items, if no one bids within ten breaths, the host of the trade fair will start the countdown. After three countdowns, the wooden hammer in his hand will fall, meaning that the hammer is final, and even if someone bids again, it will not count.

"Two million"

Ye Mo gritted his teeth and after confirming that no Jindan cultivator bid, he quoted a higher price again.

Cheng Jingshan, who was sitting next to Ye Mo, slowly turned his head. Although the mask blocked his view, the sweat on his forehead still flowed down his cheeks.

"Spending two million to buy a ghost cultivation magic weapon, you are deliberately going against me, right?"

The black-shirted monk's face changed drastically. Hearing Ye Mo's offer, he was so angry that he stood up from his seat and yelled at Ye Mo.

"According to the rules of the silent trade fair, no one can stop others from making offers. My fellow Taoist, if there is a next time, I will directly kick you out."

The host of the trade fair said with a cold face.

"Mr. Zeng, if you have the guts, try to kick me out."

The black-shirted monk was so angry that he didn't even take the host of the trade fair seriously.

Host Zeng was stunned. He really didn't see the identity of the black-shirted monk. He wore a mask like other monks, but the black-shirted monk called out his surname. I think he should be someone he is very familiar with.

"Hmph, this trade fair is jointly organized by two Jindan Supreme Immortals. Several final treasures, including this Soul-Fixing Orb, are also provided by the two Jindan Supreme Immortals. Whoever bids the highest will win."

Zeng, the host, had only said half of his words, and all the cultivators present had already heard the meaning.

The black-shirted cultivator did not allow others to bid with him, which would cut off the financial resources of the two Jindan cultivators.

No matter how arrogant the black-shirted cultivator was, he had to stop at this moment. After glaring at Ye Mo fiercely, he sat down with a mutter.

"Two million and one hundred thousand"

The black-shirted cultivator reluctantly shouted out a higher price. This was his last bottom line, and there was no way to increase the price.

The price of more than two million spirit stones was already a sky-high price.

Almost all the cultivators from various forces had withdrawn from the competition. Except for the Jindan cultivator who had never spoken, only Ye Mo and the black-shirted cultivator were still competing at the entire trade fair.

"Two million and two hundred thousand"

Ye Mo did not even think about it and directly raised the price.

His idea was very simple. As long as the Jindan cultivator didn't speak, he would never give in. The value of the Soul-Fixing Orb was definitely not something that could be measured by spirit stones. It determined whether he could rescue the resentful spirit of Xuanyue Sword Master from the dungeon of the Purple Sword Palace.

The value of Xuanyue Sword Master was not something that could be compared to millions of spirit stones.

Ye Mo raised the price without hesitation, shocking all the cultivators. In a blink of an eye, dozens of eyes were fixed on Ye Mo.

"Is this person a ghost cultivator? Otherwise, how could he be so determined to get this thing?"

"I'm afraid he is really a ghost cultivator. If he is a Five Elements cultivator, he would have used two million spirit stones to buy the top Five Elements magic weapon long ago. Why bother with this Soul-Fixing Orb? I didn't expect that the ghost cultivator forces would also begin to appear blatantly."

Many cultivators couldn't help but start to discuss.

Most of the cultivators thought Ye Mo was a ghost cultivator, which Ye Mo had not thought of in advance.

Ye Mo pondered for a moment and thought that it was not bad to be misunderstood. Of the five Jindan cultivators in the small room behind him, two should be the organizers of this auction. As long as the remaining three Jindan cultivators were not ghost cultivators, it was very unlikely that they would compete with him.

Even ordinary Jindan cultivators could not easily take out more than two million spiritual stones.

For ordinary Five Elements cultivators, the biggest role of the Soul-Fixing Orb is to nurture the resentful soul. It's a pity that powerful Jindan-stage resentful souls are not that easy to find.

Thinking that the long-awaited Soul-Fixing Orb was about to fall into his pocket, Ye Mo's mood gradually improved.

The black-shirted monk seemed to be frightened by everyone's comments, his face was twisted, and after thinking for a moment, he spread his hands and said: "Well, since this thing is so important to you, I will reluctantly give up my love once and sell you a favor. Don’t try to steal the treasures at the back from me again.”

"Thank you for your permission. After I have this item, even if I am interested in the following treasures, I don't have the strength."

Ye Mo stood up, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and thanked him.

The auction of Soul-fixing Pearls has lasted for a full hour, and even the host of the trade fair seems to be unable to hold on any longer.

The high auction price of 2.2 million had exceeded his expectations, so after only a brief silence, he raised the wooden hammer in his hand.

"In this case, this fellow Taoist bids 2.2 million spiritual stones. If no one else raises the price, I will start counting down."

There was silence in the venue, and no one raised the price.

"Bang bang"

Ye Mo seemed to be able to hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Three" host Zeng counted down the first number in a long voice.

The venue was still silent, and almost everyone thought that the first treasure, the soul-fixing bead, was about to fall into Ye Mo's hands.

"two"

"Wait a minute"

A deep voice suddenly interrupted the countdown hosted by Zeng.

"It's a golden elixir monk"

All the monks present heard the source of the sound and were shocked.

"It seems that my luck is not good enough."

Ye Mo felt bitter in his heart, as the thing he was most worried about finally appeared.

The golden elixir cultivator who is willing to pay a high price of more than 2.2 million to buy this thing is probably a ghost cultivator. Ordinary Jindan monks may not be willing to pay such an outrageous price.

"Two million and three hundred thousand spirit stones, little friend, I'm very sorry, I want this thing." The tone of the voice was calm, but it revealed an irresistible majesty.

Hidden under the mask, no one could see Ye Mo's complicated and depressed expression.

At this juncture, the success fell short. The feeling of being cut by a knife is probably just that.

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, Ye Mo still couldn't let go when the treasure he got was taken away, and he hesitated whether to bid again.

Someone touched his right foot with his toe. Ye Mo woke up and knew that it was Cheng Jingshan who was reminding him. This is the price offered by the Golden elixir cultivator, so don’t fight for it.

"Since the senior is interested in this thing, the junior will naturally not take advantage of the senior."

Ye Mo slowly stood up and bowed to the small room behind him where the Golden Core Ghost Cultivator was.

With a humble posture, the golden elixir ghost cultivator in the room smiled faintly. Unexpectedly, this junior was so understanding and immediately withdrew from the competition for the soul-fixing beads.

"That's very good. I've been a little short of money recently. If you really fight with me, I'll really bleed. If it weren't for this thing that is very important to me, I wouldn't have to fight with you, a younger generation, so I would just be like me. I owe you a favor.”

The golden elixir ghost cultivator said calmly.

Ye Mo had a hundred reluctances in his heart, but the matter had come to this, and he knew that offending the Golden Core cultivator on such an occasion would not end well, so he had no choice but to accept the result.

The auction of the Soul-fixing Pearl went through several twists and turns, and finally fell into the hands of a mysterious Golden Elixir monk.

Many people felt sorry for Ye Mo, but they did not dare to show it in front of the Golden Core cultivator.

Then someone brought the soul-fixing bead into the room for handover. After the Jindan monk took the soul-fixing bead, he walked out of the room directly and left the trade fair through the teleportation array.

"It seems that this person came specifically for the Soul-fixing Pearl."

Ye Mo looked deeply and said to Cheng Jingshan beside him.

"I'm afraid Brother Ye can only wait for the next opportunity. Even the Five Elements Golden Elixir cultivator does not dare to offend the Golden Elixir ghost cultivator easily. The strength of the ghost cultivator is extraordinary and can be matched by monks of the same level. I was really afraid of Brother Ye just now and This person is fighting for the soul-fixing pearl."

Thinking of the previous scene, Cheng Jingshan still has lingering fears.

Ye Mo shook his head and continued to focus on the trade fair booth.

Because the most important Soul-fixing Pearl had been bought, he was no longer interested in the remaining items. After a few items were sold, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Fellow Taoist, the senior who bought the Soul-fixing Pearl just now left you a locator, asking you to use this talisman to meet that senior after the auction."

Seeing that Ye Mo was about to leave, a trade fair guard in black took a few steps forward and handed over a light yellow paper charm.

"Looking for me?"

Ye Mo's heart tightened and he took the paper talisman.

"I've already given him the Soul-fixing Pearl. What else are you looking for from me? Could it be that you're interested in the spiritual stone in your hand?"

Ye Mo was wary.

However, facing an invitation from a Golden Core monk, who was probably a mysterious ghost cultivator, he could not refuse easily, otherwise he might arouse the person's dissatisfaction.

The guard handed over the paper talisman and left directly to continue performing his duties. Ye Mo and Cheng Jingshan teleported out directly through the teleportation array at the entrance of the hall.

The beautiful woman from before was still waiting by the teleportation array in the courtyard and sent the two of them out.

Standing in a dark alley, Ye Mo looked at the locator in his hand, thoughtfully.