The Daoist Sect’s Immortal Tool Appreciation Conference is a famous event in Jiuzhou, held once every hundred years. Any cultivator can participate. For forces holding immortal tools, it is a rare opportunity for exchange. While it is called an appreciation conference, it is actually a place for using immortal tools to compete.
For other cultivators, they can come here to watch the competitions, buy and sell treasures, and exhibit their own treasures. Various commercial associations are also eagerly anticipating the event, arriving early and setting up temporary branches for selling and auctioning off treasures, preparing to make a big splash. With the backing of the Daoist Sect, no one dares to use their strength to suppress prices or engage in violence after the auction.
It has been over eighty years since the last Immortal Tool Appreciation Conference. This time, due to the self-refinement of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal, the Daoist Sect has called the conference ahead of schedule.
"Do you want to go to the business street?" After leaving the Sealed Self Cave, Jiang Li asked.
"Eh?" Holy Lady Jingxin did not expect Jiang Li to ask such a question. Actually, she really wanted to visit the business street, not necessarily to buy anything, but definitely to take a look around. However, considering Jiang Li’s personality, if she were to say she wanted to go to the business street, he might say, "Go ahead, I'll go first."
So, against her true feelings, she said, "No, there's nothing interesting in the business street, I won't go."
"Oh, then you go first, I'll go for a walk." After saying this, Jiang Li walked away on his own, leaving Holy Lady Jingxin in a fluster.
Holy Lady Jingxin stomped her feet in anger, but she still followed him.
As Jiang Li had determined earlier, he had come to the conference to take a break, so he didn't have any specific goals, just wanted to leisurely stroll around and visit friends.
"Hmm, didn't you say the business street is not interesting?" Jiang Li did not expect Holy Lady Jingxin to catch up to him so quickly as he walked alone.
"Wow, this flower is so beautiful." Without being able to answer Jiang Li's question, Holy Lady Jingxin turned and squatted down, pretending to be attracted to the flowers and plants being sold on a small stall.
And indeed, the flower was really beautiful, with pure white petals and a thin layer of frost condensed on them. Under the sunlight, the frost shone with a faint iridescence.
"Lady, you have a good eye. I spent a month in the extreme cold land to finally find this Ice Crystal Flower. It has great benefits for those with the Ice Spirit Root, with a chance to feel the extreme cold aura!" The vendor vigorously promoted the Ice Crystal Flower. The Ice Spirit Root is a rare mutated single spirit root, and there are very few cultivators with this kind of root. He was struggling to sell the Ice Crystal Flower, so he came to the Immortal Tool Appreciation Conference to try his luck.
He thought Holy Lady Jingxin was a cultivator with an Ice Spirit Root.
After inquiring about the price, Holy Lady Jingxin did not negotiate. She directly purchased it.
She had the Wood Spirit Root, and the Ice Crystal Flower had no effect on her, but that didn't matter. It was just for the beautiful appearance.
With her attractive charm and ample resources, Holy Lady Jingxin quickly drew attention.
Jiang Li, on the other hand, wore a mask, and no one paid any attention to him because the appearance of the mask was identical to his own.
The highly popular Jiang Renhuang mask, one piece for a low-grade spirit stone.
"Such a beautiful lady, bring her to me. I want her to be my eighth prince’s consort!" Wei Huang's youngest son instructed his subordinate.
After hesitating for a moment, the subordinate advised, "The Empress Dowager instructed you not to cause trouble at the Daoist Sect before leaving."
At this moment, Wei Huang was still immersed in the pain of never being able to see the Fairy of the Red Dust again in his life. He had no interest in politics, nor did he have any interest in attending the conference; thus, he let his youngest son represent him at the Daoist Sect conference.
Wei Huang's youngest son glared, and the subordinate, knowing that he was favored by Wei Huang, did not dare to say more. His methods were extremely brutal, and if given a choice, no one wanted to be one of his subordinates.
"We have received a report that you are causing trouble here. Come with us." Two Daoist Sect disciples approached Wei Huang's youngest son with expressionless faces. Seeing that he did not move, the two were about to act.
"How dare you! I am a prince of the Great Wei!" Wei Huang's youngest son became furious. The six major sects and nine major imperial dynasties were of equal status. As a prince of the Great Wei, he was equivalent to a core disciple of the Daoist Sect. They wouldn’t dare to treat him this way!
The two Daoist Sect core disciples sneered. Provoking trouble near Jiang Renhuang was not tolerated, regardless of whether he was a prince or not.
The subordinates made a symbolic resistance and watched helplessly as the prince was taken away by the Daoist Sect.
I'm in the Nascent Soul stage; of course, I can't beat a Daoist Sect disciple.
"Why are you taking me away for something I didn't do!" Seeing that his subordinate and the Daoist Sect were not helping him, he became frantic. He hadn't done anything wrong yet!
"Silence is prohibited in the business street!" Wei Huang's youngest son looked incredulously at the noisy business street. This reason was too perfunctory!
If you told me that it’s unacceptable for me to set foot in the business street with my left foot, I could still accept it. No, even that is unacceptable!
But the Daoist Sect core disciples didn't care about what he thought—they just dragged him away.
In Jiang Li's eyes, there were many hidden treasures in the business street. The leaves were engraved with peerless sword techniques, the Dewy Disc was actually the key to a certain secret realm, and within the leg bones of a demonic beast was a drop of true blood from a combined-stage demonic beast...
Jiang Li had the ability to find almost all of the hidden treasures in the business street.
However, these things were useless to him, so he might as well leave them for the younger generation.
Jiang Li also saw an auction being advertised. The advertisement listed the items that would be up for auction, hinting at a special treasure to be auctioned as the finale, so he went in to take a look.
"Top-quality spirit treasure, the Demon-Slaying Flying Sword, with a thirty percent increase in power against demonic clans. Starting at five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
"Five hundred and twelve!"
"One thousand twenty-four!"
"Two thousand forty-eight!"
"Four thousand ninety-six!"
Jiang Li called out first, leading to exponential increases in the bidding that followed, causing the auctioneer's face to twitch.
He has been in the industry for thirty years, and has never seen anyone quote like this, can't you shout an integer!
What's even more interesting is that the demon clan is most interested in this flying sword, and the prices are raised by them, and in the end, it is also bought by a certain demon clan.
“Why is this?” Saint Jingxin couldn't understand. She thought it would be the human race around the Bai Ze Dynasty who were interested in the flying sword, after all, they were always facing attacks from demon beasts.
“Increasing power against demon clan, wouldn't it be easier to defeat the same kind? The demon clan all think like this,” Jiang Li helplessly explained, “Defeating the same kind, survival of the fittest, might makes right, bloodline supremacy, anyway, there is no unity and upward progress.”
What followed were items such as supreme longevity elixirs, dragon-tiger vigor elixirs, Yuhe bronze mirrors, and Buddha beads, which were enthusiastically sought after by the cultivators below.
But for Jiang Li and Saint Jingxin, these were just ordinary things that they couldn't even use if given to them for free.
The last mysterious treasure is a Daoist artifact, a hammer imbued with the Dao of Dreams, which can knock people unconscious and into a dream world.
Jiang Li thought for a long time and still couldn't figure out what the hammer could do.