txolops Chapter 150 Eight Golden Mirrors
Chapter 150 Eight Golden Mirrors
Above the jade platform, a simple and ancient-looking octagonal bronze mirror floats silently. The frame is neither gold nor jade, but has a dark gold color. It is decorated with intricate cloud and thunder patterns and tiny, barely discernible runes, with a faint shimmering light.
The mirror was not used to reflect human figures, but rather presented a deep gold color, as if it contained a miniature golden nebula, slowly rotating and radiating a majestic yet sharp and intimidating spiritual pressure.
"This item," Fairy Miaoyu's voice was clear and slow, ensuring every word reached everyone's ears, "is the final item of this auction, and the true grand finale—a replica of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror!"
"The Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror?!" A murmur of astonishment rippled through the audience. Even if it was just a replica, the name itself was enough to shock them. The real Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror belonged to the legendary Heavenly Mirror Hermit, who had dominated the Chaotic Star Sea for many years. Even a replica, if one could grasp even a fraction of its true essence, would be a treasured artifact coveted by any cultivator.
"Indeed," Fairy Miaoyu affirmed. "Although this mirror is a replica, its power is about 30% of the original. If it is nurtured with magical power for several hundred years, it may reach half the power of the original."
Her gaze swept across the entire room, lingering for a moment on the second-floor private rooms and the deep-seated figures in the front row, before she slowly announced the price: "A replica of the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror, starting price: 100,000 spirit stones! Each bid must be at least 5,000 spirit stones higher!"
This price caused most of the Core Formation cultivators in the hall to gasp in shock, their initial enthusiasm instantly extinguished. One hundred thousand spirit stones was a huge sum, even for wealthy late-stage Core Formation cultivators, enough to empty many people's savings.
However, for those cultivators who truly possess strength and background, this price is nothing, given the immense reputation of this treasure.
"110,000!" Almost the instant Miaoyu Fairy finished speaking, a young man in the late Core Formation stage, dressed in a brocade robe and with a handsome face, spoke in a deep voice with sharp eyes.
"120,000!" On the other side, a figure shrouded in a light black mist, with a hoarse voice, followed closely behind.
"135,000!"
"150,000!"
The bidding skipped the initial probing phase and went straight into a heated competition. The bidders were mostly top-tier late-stage Core Formation cultivators or representatives of powerful factions, and the price climbed at an astonishing rate, quickly surpassing the 200,000 spirit stones mark. The other cultivators in the hall had long since become spectators, watching this contest of wealth and courage with bated breath.
When the price reached 250,000 spirit stones, the bidding subsided slightly. This price was enough to deter most Core Formation cultivators.
Just then, from a quiet private room on the second floor, an aged yet calm voice rang out. The voice wasn't loud, but it carried the unique spiritual pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, clearly echoing in everyone's ears: "Three hundred thousand."
The entire auction hall fell silent instantly. The Nascent Soul stage expert had made his move!
The price, coupled with that undeniable authority, caused the expressions of the several late-stage Core Formation cultivators who had been bidding to change slightly. They exchanged glances, all seeing the helplessness and apprehension in each other's eyes. Competing with a Nascent Soul cultivator required not only substantial financial resources but also a powerful background. After a moment of silence, they shook their heads one after another, choosing to give up.
Fairy Miaoyu remained unfazed, seemingly having anticipated this, and smiled, saying, "The senior from VIP room number seven in the Heavenly tier has bid 300,000 spirit stones! Are there any other fellow cultivators who would like to make a bid?"
A hush fell over the room. Many assumed that the treasure would undoubtedly fall into the hands of this Nascent Soul cultivator.
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However, just as Fairy Miaoyu was about to begin the countdown, a calm, even somewhat indifferent voice rang out from an inconspicuous corner at the back of the hall:
"Three hundred and one thousand."
Whoosh—!
All eyes turned to the source of the sound. It was a figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat and an ordinary gray robe, sitting alone in a corner. His face was obscured, and his aura was extremely restrained, as if he had blended into his surroundings. No one had noticed him before.
Even the fairy Miaoyu on the stage showed a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes, but her good manners allowed her to quickly regain her smile: "This fellow Daoist has bid 310,000 spirit stones!"
The private room on the second floor remained silent for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by this turn of events. Then, the aged voice rang out again, this time tinged with displeasure: "Three hundred and twenty thousand."
"Three hundred and thirty thousand." The man in the straw hat spoke without pausing, his tone remaining calm and even, as if he were not uttering spirit stones that could bankrupt a Core Formation cultivator, but merely a number.
"Three hundred and fifty thousand." The voice in the private room turned colder, and the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator subtly increased, pressing down on the man in the straw hat, clearly indicating genuine anger. This was not just a price competition, but also a contest of face.
He was eager to know what that Core Formation cultivator had to rely on to dare compete with him for this item.
The atmosphere in the arena was so tense it was almost palpable. Everyone could feel the chilling pressure emanating from it, and many cultivators with lower levels of cultivation had already turned pale. The man in the bamboo hat, however, sat motionless like a rock, as if the Nascent Soul spiritual pressure did not exist.
Just when everyone thought the man in the bamboo hat would either submit or incur the wrath of the Nascent Soul cultivator, he spoke again, his voice still calm: "Three hundred and sixty thousand."
"Hiss..." This time, even some well-informed late-stage Core Formation cultivators couldn't help but gasp. Who was this man in the bamboo hat? How could he be so wealthy and arrogant, showing absolutely no respect to Nascent Soul stage cultivators? He was either a madman or someone who was utterly fearless!
The Nascent Soul cultivator in the second-floor private room was clearly enraged. An even more pronounced anger and oppressive aura emanated from him, causing the temperature in the entire auction hall to seem to drop several degrees. Fairy Miaoyu's smile also stiffened, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead; the situation was spiraling out of control.
Just as tensions were about to escalate and a conflict was imminent, everyone saw the man in the straw hat slightly tilt his head and move his lips slightly, as if he were communicating with someone.
Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere in the previously raging private room on the second floor suddenly froze. The pervasive oppressive aura receded rapidly like a tide, vanishing without a trace. An eerie silence fell over the room.
A moment later, the aged voice rang out again, but its tone had become incredibly complex. The previous anger had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension, and even a hint of...fear.
"Hmph... Since you are so determined to have it, I will not take what is yours for granted."
After saying this, the private room fell completely silent.
This scene left all the cultivators present dumbfounded, their hearts filled with astonishment. A single telepathic message had actually silenced an enraged Nascent Soul cultivator, causing him to give up voluntarily? What exactly did the man in the bamboo hat say? Just who was he?
In an instant, countless eyes filled with surprise, awe, and curiosity focused on that inconspicuous corner and on that large straw hat.
Fairy Miaoyu reacted quickly, forcibly suppressing her shock, and hurriedly shouted, "Three hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones! First time! Three hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones! Second time!... Three hundred and sixty thousand spirit stones! Third time! Sold!"