Chapter 142: Chapter 104: Treasure Dazzles the Eye, Foundation Establishment Pill [Subscribe Please]

To the east of the Hongyan Mountain Range, there stood a uniquely shaped peak that resembled a gold ingot, also known as Ingot Peak.

The organizers of this underground auction had chosen this peak as the gathering place for their guests.

This morning, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with a mask on his face and a Qi Refinement Realm Cultivator wearing a face-covering hat arrived at Ingot Peak together, handing over their invitation to the reception Cultivator arranged by the hosts.

Then, the pair was led to a stone palace on the mountain, created by spells, to wait.

The two were none other than Zhou Chun and his nephew, Zhou Jiarui, who had hurried all the way from Jiufeng Ridge.

After entering the stone palace, they saw that the spacious interior already had upwards of twenty or thirty people waiting in advance.

Most of them were Cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, like Zhou Chun, who was in the Qi Refinement Realm, and could be counted on one hand.

Moreover, they must have been like him, brought along by an elder to gain experience.

Regardless of who it was, they, like the uncle and nephew, used various objects to cover their faces to prevent being recognized.

When they saw the uncle and nephew enter, the Cultivators who were sitting cross-legged in the hall simply glanced at them briefly and then returned to meditating.

Seeing this, the uncle and nephew decided not to greet anyone and chose a spot to sit down and wait, just like the others.

After waiting for most of the day, the number of Cultivators gathered in the hall suddenly surpassed one hundred.

At that time, an indifferent voice finally came from outside the hall.

“The time has come, fellow Daoists may come out and board the boat to depart!”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall quickly got up and walked out.

Outside the stone palace, a black flying boat nearly thirty feet long was hovering mid-air, having arrived at some unknown time.

“A third-rank flying boat Magic Artifact, its value comparable to several third-rank offensive Magic Artifacts!”

By Zhou Chun’s side, Zhou Jiarui whispered in a deliberately altered tone, as if explaining to him, yet also expressing his own surprise.

Fortunately, at that time, there were quite a few others uttering similar remarks, so he did not attract anyone’s attention.

Thus, under the beckoning of a black-veiled Cultivator on the deck, everyone boarded the flying boat and entered the sealed cabin.

Unlike ordinary flying boats, the cabin inside this flying boat was actually unpartitioned, resembling the inland passenger ships that Zhou Chun had taken in his previous life, with enough space inside to accommodate three to four hundred people without feeling crowded.

At this moment, with the doors and windows of the flying boat all sealed, Zhou Chun and the others inside had completely lost contact with the outside world and had no idea where the boat was heading.

After they had spent almost half an hour inside the flying boat, the cabin door was opened once again.

As they disembarked, they found themselves in a spacious Underground Cave Hall.

The masked Cultivator who had guided them aboard the ship then said in a deep voice, “Fellow Daoists, please follow this passageway all the way to the auction hall at the end.”

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing and saw that indeed, a stone door was open in one corner of the hall, brightly lit by the “Sun Glow Stone” illuminating the underground passage.

It’s unclear who took the lead, but soon the crowd, including Zhou Chun, sequentially entered the passageway through the stone door.

Once all of them had entered the passageway, the stone door closed with a “thunderous” sound behind them.

The crowd simply glanced back at the door and then continued walking down the passageway without thinking too much.

The over one hundred people gathered here came from various forces in Lanzhou and the neighboring states.

Unless the organizers of the underground auction were insane, they would not use it as a pretext to harm these individuals.

If they did, even an influential sect like the Green Lotus Temple would suffer severe backlash.

Therefore, everyone was not too worried about their safety at the underground auction.

After walking along the passage for about a quarter of an hour, another spacious Underground Cave Hall appeared in front of them.

The entire hall was roughly square in shape, with the auction platform set slightly higher than the rest by half a zhang, where cushions were laid out for the Cultivators attending the auction to sit cross-legged.

After the crowd of more than a hundred people poured into the hall, they first checked that the five Cultivators on the auction platform were ready, then found places to sit down.

After waiting for about three quarters of an hour, another forty or fifty Cultivators, who seemed to have been brought from somewhere else, entered the hall where Zhou Chun and the others were.

With this group included, the number of Cultivators in the hall was nearing two hundred.

It was only after this group had taken their seats that one of the silent, black-veiled Cultivators on the auction platform stood up and approached the auction table.

He then clasped his hands towards the seated crowd below and said in a deep voice, “My name is Jia Ming, and I am the Auctioneer for today’s auction. In the following moments, I will present to you the thirty treasures prepared for auction, one by one.”

“If any fellow Daoists are interested in the treasures, you may participate in the bidding according to the rules.”

“Here, I must remind all fellow Daoists that once you speak during the bidding, it will be considered a valid bid and cannot be retracted.”

“During the bidding, we only talk about money, not about Cultivation Level or background; using one’s Cultivation Level to intimidate, or any threats to competitors is strictly prohibited.”