Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Longmenfang City, in a clothing store opened by a mortal.

A handsome man in Tsing Yi, holding a fine iron folding fan, followed the waiter into the backyard amidst the glances of a group of women.

This person is none other than Zhou Yiqiao in disguise, and today is the day when the underground auction will be held.

As early as when Zhao Zhen entrusted the funeral affairs, he knew that Zhou Yiqiao would still need to participate in this kind of gray area auction in the future, and he taught Zhou Yiqiao the process of entering the venue without reservation.

Zhou Yiqiao jumped into the well, and according to Zhao Zhen's description, he entered the auction venue with ease.

There were only twos and threes of monks in the auction. Each monk kept a distance and was extremely wary of each other.

Although Zhou Yiqiao knew that all entrances would be closed after the auction started, he still carefully chose a location close to the gate.

Zhou Yiqiao has already laid the foundation, and what he is participating in today is naturally a high-level venue. Compared with the original junior venue, the entire auction venue is much smaller.

There was still some time before the start of the auction. Zhou Yiqiao simply sat quietly in his seat, following the formula of the Seven Killing Techniques of Breaking the Cocoon and constantly performing the Great Weekly Cycle to refine the spiritual power in his body.

By the time he completed a week, nearly a hundred foundation-building monks were already sitting in the venue.

The scene of hundreds of foundation-building monks gathering together was extremely rare for Zhou Yiqiao even in the Yaori Sect.

After all, it was an underground auction, with a mixture of fish and dragons, and several eccentric or cold consciousness scanned the entire venue unscrupulously, including Zhou Yiqiao's side.

A monk with a hot temper found out that he was being spied on. He immediately stood up and yelled, and with his hand holding a magic spell, he unceremoniously fired a huge fireball about one foot wide at the owner of his spiritual consciousness.

The auction hadn't even started yet, and the entire venue was already in chaos.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned secretly, calmed down, and moved a certain distance towards the door. If the matter worsened, he planned to leave immediately.

"You two seem to be very interested. There is an underground arena nearby. I think it is very suitable for you two."

An ethereal male voice that sounded like it was coming from the horizon resounded throughout the entire venue. Following his words, the entrances around the venue were closed one by one, and a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the central platform.

The man waved his sleeves, and the fireball was instantly extinguished. The two troublemakers seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and they lay prone on the ground, their faces red.

"Master Yanshen! Today, Master Yanshen is actually hosting the auction!"

Zhou Yiqiao heard an exclamation in his ears, revealing the identity of this person.

It turns out that he is the real owner of the legendary auction, the late Jindan monk Yanshen Zhenren.

"I was reckless in the next moment and forgot the rules of the auction. I hope Master Yanshen will forgive me!"

Both parties involved in the incident were both capable of bending and stretching, and they immediately struggled to beg for mercy.

Master Yanshen nodded with satisfaction, relieving the pressure on this person. The two of them quickly got up, clasped their fists and saluted to Master Yanshen, and then sat back down in their seats.

"You are just a guest. If you know your mistakes and can correct them, I can forgive you."

"I believe everyone already knows my identity, so I won't introduce myself too much."

"The only rule in this underground auction is that the highest bidder wins, and there is no chance of suppression."

"I happen to be short of a few good foundation-building flesh-refining puppets. Those who violate the rules will bear the consequences."

All the foundation-building monks in the venue were silent, without any of their previous lawless state, and nodded in agreement.

Master Yan Shen seemed to be quite happy with such a scene and chuckled.

"In that case, this auction has officially begun!"

"Here's the first lot."

As soon as he finished speaking, a female qi-refining cultivator with revealing clothes and a hot figure walked up to the stage carrying a jade tray.

"The three-hundred-year-old blood-drinking vine has given birth to a weak spiritual intelligence, which is a good material for refining spiritual weapons."

"The starting price is eight hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than ten spirit stones."

Master Yanshen pointed at the crimson vines that were constantly squirming on the tray and said.

"Eight hundred and fifty spirit stones!"

"Nine hundred spirit stones!"

"A thousand spirit stones!"

Several monks with lewd looks on their faces started bidding, their tone was quite urgent, and the originally peaceful venue gradually became lively because of their bidding.

Zhou Yiqiao saw this scene in his eyes and sighed in his heart that the price of spiritual materials had soared after the advanced foundation building. If he hadn't asked Zhao Lexin to continue selling Qi refining pills for him during this period, and once again accumulated a fortune, I'm afraid that he will only be disappointed with the subsequent auctions.

Several bidding monks were furious, and finally the blood-drinking vine was bought by one of them for 1,400 spirit stones.

After the blood-drinking vine was photographed, the female qi-refining cultivator holding it walked back from the entrance, and then another one came up to the stage.

"The soul-attracting incense is a second-level spiritual object refined by my friend, the old ghost. After lighting this incense, the monsters below the foundation level will fall instantly. The monsters below the middle stage of the foundation level will only take a cup of tea."

"You are all people who go to the Monster Mountain Range all year round to hunt monsters in exchange for spirit stones. You will undoubtedly be much safer after having this item."

After saying this, Master Yanshen paused, looked at the people who were fighting for the blood-drinking vine, and said something pointedly.

"Of course, the use of this object is not limited to monsters. The starting price is one thousand two hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than ten spirit stones."

This soul-inducing incense was not what Zhou Yiqiao needed, so he stayed out of the matter and watched the bidding auction with great interest, gaining more knowledge by the way.

In the end, the monk who was photographed drinking the blood vine pocketed it with two thousand spiritual stones.

The auction continued, and as more and more expensive items were sold one by one, the atmosphere in the venue became more and more heated.

"The next auction item is a middle-grade spiritual weapon, the Swift Wind Sword."

"This sword was made by the master of the Jindanlong family who spent several months working hard. When the sword was completed, the sound of the sword could be heard for miles around. It is a rare magical weapon."

"In addition, there are two wind attribute formations engraved on this sword. The sword can be used to fly, which can speed up the monk's escape speed by 30%!"

"The starting price is 1,500 spirit stones, and each increase in price must not be less than ten spirit stones."

As soon as True Lord Yan Shen finished speaking, a monk made an offer.

"One thousand, five hundred and fifty spiritual stones!"

A foundation-building monk covered in a cloak spoke out. This person protected himself extremely well, and one could only vaguely tell from her deep and hoarse voice that there was a female cultivator under the cloak.

Zhou Yiqiao looked for fame and looked away, then glanced back.

"One thousand seven hundred spiritual stones."

Zhou Yiqiao calmly called out the price, slightly raising the price of the Swift Wind Sword. It was a test by the female cultivator, and she also showed her attitude that she was bound to win to everyone in the room.