Chapter 142: That~ The Treasure Was Fished Away... (2/2)

”Huala!”

A region at the lower level suddenly moved as people hurried to move away from the speaker. A large empty space suddenly appeared to reveal the figure of a man, all dressed in black.

”Who the hell is that? Is he stupid?”

The people in the crowd started to whisper at each other.

”No! You all should have forgotten about an important detail? Spirit stones are separated into different grades as well! Who knows if this guy is offering a high grade spirit stone or a even a top grade spirit stone?”

A middle-aged man said as he measured the black robed man with his eyes.

Right, a medium grade spirit stone was worth 100 low grade spirit stones. A high grade spirit stone was worth 1,000 low grade spirit stones, and a top grade spirit stone was worth 30,000 low grade spirit stones!

But that was only the value one used when dealing with large-scale transactions. If a person wished to exchange for higher grade spirit stones using lower grade spirit stones, it would not be so easy. For instance, one could possibly only obtain a middle grade spirit stone if they used 120 or 130 low grade spirit stones to exchange for it!

Thinking to this point, even the numerous experts on the second and third level booths revealed surprised expressions.

”Esteemed customer, do you mean you are offering a bid of one piece of top grade spirit stone?” The purple-robed old man asked.

”Haha! This honorable one was saying that I'm bidding a single low grade spirit stone!” The black-robed man stood up with a maniacal laugh as a shocking spirit aura spread through the entire auction hall, covering everyone!

”Foundation Establishment expert!”

The crowd was visibly shaken as they gasped.

”What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist?”

The purple-robed old man narrowed his eyes as he looked at the black-robed man who was hovering in mid air.

”This honored one, the Esteemed Mo Luo, am buying all ten of your main ten treasures with a single low grade spirit stone today! Go ahead and bring everything out. You should be glad, this is the first time this honored one is paying when buying something!”

The black robes on Esteemed Luo Mo fluttered without any wind as he hovered in mid air, his expression one of insufferable arrogance.

”Hmph! Which mountain cave did this retard crawl out from? Did you hurt your brain from too much closed door cultivation?”

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words from the Mo Luo fellow, the crowd did not feel scared. Instead, they felt a sense of relief and they looked at Mo Luo with a gaze as if they were looking at a dead man.

”I haven't seen such an insolent fellow like you in a long time. Since your cultivation is not bad, I'll spare your life. You can just come and serve as the guard of my Heavenly Treasure Pavilion for the next 30 years!” The purple-robed old man snorted coldly, and an incomparably thick aura smashed towards Mo Luo!

”Bam!”

”Puu!”

A dull expression fleeted across Mo Luo's face as his aura was directly smashed apart by the incoming aura. A mouthful of blood was spat violently from his mouth as he fell from the sky. Seeing the purple-robed old man who was similarly floating in the air, his eyes widened. ”Fake Dan expert!”

The Fake Dan stage was a name for the special boundary realm between Foundation Establishment and Jindan stage. It was a realm beyond Foundation Establishment, and was a stage to classify people who had failed in breaking through to Jindan stage.

Normally, even a small group of 3-5 peak Foundation Establishment experts joining hands would not necessarily be able to beat a Fake Dan cultivator!

The great clans were all chuckling coldly. A mere Foundation Establishment fellow dared to come and rob the Heavenly Treasures Pavilion. Was he stupid, or... stupid?

A hundred years ago, a Jindan expert unleashed his might in the Heavenly Treasures Pavilion auction and snatched away a supreme treasure. But by the second day, that Jindan cultivator's head was found hanging outside the main gate of Heavenly Treasures Pavilion!

”Looks like this old man had not acted in a long time, so all kinds of demons and ghosts are popping out! I would like to see who still dares to come now!”

The purple robed old man radiated an unchallenged might, and his voice resounded clearly across the auction hall. However, the expressions on the crowd's faces were slightly strange. The old man scratched his head subconsciously as he looked back at the crowd blankly.

”That~ the treasure was fished away...”

A weak cough floated up to the stage.

The purple-robed old man turned around stiffly. The dominating words ”who still dares to come!” had just left his mouth and his face had already been smacked black and blue!