Chapter 1215: The Things Sold At The Sage Dao Conference (2/2)

”Go, let's enter the auction.” Mo Wuji did not hesitate to walk towards the entrance of the auction.

The Sage Dao Conference Auction was naturally organised by the Sage Dao Conference. Here, they organise various kinds of trades and various kinds of auctions.

The only things they didn't have were hotels, rest houses, streets and city squares.

It looked really weird but the people that came here didn't think so. This place didn't require people to stay for long periods of time, nor did it require city squares to become prosperous. The Sage Dao Conference existed for only one purpose, which was to allow the movement of peak-grade treasures of the universe.

”How many seats do you require?” At the entrance of the auction, Mo Wuji and co. were stopped.

Mo Wuji looked at Kun Yun questioningly. Kun Yun hurriedly explained, ”Brother Mo, this is a first-rate auction box. The price is 10 high-grade god spiritual veins a day.”

Mo Wuji was inwardly shocked. This was simply daylight robbery. An auction box already required 10 god spiritual veins per day. Couldn't this price be more reasonable?

In God World, a sect might not even have a high-grade god spiritual vein. On the other hand, spending a day here already required 10. If he didn't earn that fortune from Min Yuan, then he would be considered an extremely poor person in a place like this.

”I want a first-rate auction box for one month.” Although he felt that it was expensive, Mo Wuji still took out a storage ring and handed it to the cultivator that blocked them. They were here to cause a ruckus, but if they didn't even have grace, what kind of ruckus could they cause?

This cultivator inspected the items without the storage ring, then nodded to Mo Wuji and co., ”The three of you may enter.”

By the side, Tian Hen sighed and said, ”Ever since the Cataclysm, auction boxes have become so cheap. I remember that the price of auction boxes in the Sage Dao Conference used to be in peak-grade god spiritual veins…”

Mo Wuji sighed; he was truly a poor man. If Tian Hen didn't speak unintentionally, he would have already slapped him and said: ”Would you die if you didn't show off?”

”Tian Hen, don't enter. Wait outside the Sage Dao Conference's defensive array.” Mo Wuji stopped Tian Hen.

Tian Hen jolted but he soon came to an understanding. He promptly said, ”Yes, my Lord.”

With that, he turned and left. He knew that Mo Wuji didn't come here today to properly purchase treasures. When the Tao Tie Pot and the Dao Law of the Universe are revealed, this lord of his would definitely snatch them.

Snatching in a place like the Sage Dao Conference was equivalent to charging into a hornet's nest. By that time, a messy battle would be inevitable. Mo Wuji was probably worried that someone would escape, and thus, he, Tian Hen, was stationed at the entrance of the Sage Dao Conference. Alternatively, Mo Wuji, himself, might want to escape and would require his help outside.

Seeing Tian Hen leave, Kun Yun lamented in his heart. He also wanted to leave. However, since Mo Wuji didn't say anything, he couldn't do so. Anyone that could cultivate to his stage wouldn't be a fool. Mo Wuji wanted to start a war and he was the excuse. If he wasn't there to be the excuse, how could Mo Wuji snatch the Tao Tie Pot?

Kun Yun sighed but he could only follow Mo Wuji into the auction. He didn't know whether this was a fortune or a calamity. But even if it was a calamity, he couldn't avoid it.

The auction box's quality was not bad. Not only did it have a good view, it was spacious and the defensive and display arrays inside were peak-grade.

Mo Wuji had previously participated in many auctions. Every time he entered an auction, the first thing he would do was to form a seal. This time, not only didn't he form a seal, he actually removed all of them.

Today, he had come to cause a ruckus. Since that's the case, why would he need seals?

Not only was he going to snatch the Tao Tie Pot, he was also going to snatch that Dao Law of the Universe. More importantly, he was going to catch that fella that screwed Mo Xiangtong and Aunt Eleven.

”Brother Mo, you must not do anything stupid. Even if you are a Sage, there are other Sages here and there's not only one of them.” Kun Yun was still nervous as he sat in the auction box.

Mo Wuji waved his hand, ”There's no need for you to worry. When the time comes, you won't be implicated.”

To a cultivator, days were like instants.

Just as Mo Wuji finished a cup of spiritual tea, a clear voice sounded, ”Haha, I didn't think that Dao Friend would arrive earlier than me.”

”Underworld Sage Mi Ji?” Kun Yun's face changed. Don't simply look at how he was a Principal God while Mi Ji didn't have a God Throne. In reality, Underworld Sage Mi Ji had the Underworld behind him. He, Kun Yun, didn't have the rights to lick Mi Ji's boots.