2024-02-07 13:55:31"We are opening this Light Cyperus Grass Herb for only 50 Demi grade Energy Stones. Each bid is a multiple of 10 energy stones," Ruan Ceng concluded for the herbal grass auction price.
Restlessly, Yuan Fen complained softly and resignedly, thus attracting Yi Zan's attention.
"Big brother worker, do you need this grass? I saw you become agitated when the herbs started to be auctioned off," Yi Zan whispered to Yuan Fen.
Meanwhile, bids began to be heard from the bidders in the room.
"60 energy stones!"
"Give it to me! 70 energy stones." It was time for the high-priced bargaining to begin in the room.
Yuan Fen replied limply, "Actually, this Light Cyperus Grass is one of the ingredients for a potion that will help me break through the Mortal Realm 5 realm in no time. I already have the Yellow Phylanthus. And it still requires 2 more ingredients, where one of those auctioned herbs is the missing ingredient for my later potion," Yuan Fen said to Yi Zan.
"In that case, let me bid on that herb for you," Yi Zan said firmly.
"No! I don't have the financial means, let alone it being a payment using energy stones," Yuan Fen said.
"Isn't that Talisman of yours with a quasi (pseudo) perfect grade going to be auctioned off? With a grade close to perfect, the price must be far above this herb. Never mind, big brother. Don't prevent me from bidding on the item," Yi Zan cut off Yuan Fen's hesitation.
"100 Demi-grade energy stones and a high price for an herbal grass that is only useful for Mortal Realm grade 5 and below fighters. Don't waste your money on a high price for grass that is only useful for the Mortal Realm."
Yi Zan set the price high while trying to provoke the bidders, generally cultivators. The average cultivator in the room was already in a realm above Mortal Realm 5.
The bidders agreed with Yi Zan's words and made no more bids on the herbal grass.
"Okay... Little Miss won this Light Cyperus Grass herbal grass in the corner for a price worth 100 Demi-class Energy Stones."
"Legal!" Ruan Ceng exclaimed loudly.
Yuan Fen's heart was racing with enthusiasm and excitement beyond measure. He repeatedly thanked Yi Zan, while Yi Zan only smiled back and teased him.
"You're still too naive, big brother Yuan Fen. In the future, you should be more confident. When you officially become an outer court disciple of the Sect, I will ask Grandfather to enroll you as a Symbol Master in the Cloud Sword Sect's Symbol Hall," Yi Zan said.
To attain the title of Symbol Master, prospective Symbol Masters had to take an examination held by a Symbol Master Institute recognized by the Symbol Master Union. The Cloud Sword Sect was licensed as one of the Institutions with the right to issue Symbol Master badges after one passed the Symbol Master examination in the Cloud Sword Sect.
The Cloud Sword Sect's ability, in this case, to be entrusted as one of the Institutions authorized to test and issue Symbol Master badges was due to the presence of Master Yi of the Green Peak. Master Yi, as a Symbol Master, was ranked 4-star Earth Symbol Master. That was a high rank and ability in the Symbol Master profession. If Master Yi placed a Symbol on any weapon or battle gear, it could increase combat capability by 28% (in the 4-star Earth Symbol Master class, the maximum that could be generated was 30%).
Of the 7 strongest sects, including the 2 Star Sect in the Great Ying Empire, only the Cloud Sword Sect and the Temple of Immortality had Symbol Masters within their sects. Even the Ling Jian Academy, an academy belonging to the Great Ying Empire, did not have the presence of a Symbol Master within it.
Because of this, Master Yi's standing in the Cloud Sword Sect was highly respected and feared. Even the Cloud Sword Sect Master was cautious and respectful towards Master Yi. One could imagine what would happen if Master Yi objected to inscribing inscriptions and symbols on the weapons and combat equipment of the Sect's higher-ups.
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Back to the Emerald room in Morning Star City's Treasure Hall.
"Attention, for this auction, the Morning Star City Hall of Treasures is proud to present..." Ruan Ceng exclaimed from the center of the auction hall.
Meanwhile, a cute girl was seen carrying a box and handing it to Ruan Ceng.
"Three types of pseudo perfect grade level 2 Talismans. Each is a combat wound healing talisman, a thunder talisman, and a 50-meter teleportation talisman," Ruan Ceng mentioned the talismans that would be auctioned at this session. Ruan Ceng looked around and tried to judge the interest of the bidders. When she felt that the level of enthusiasm of the bidders had not reached its peak, she immediately tried to provoke.
"Imagine in a battle when you have a severe wound; this healing Talisman will greatly help you recover. In addition, you also have the Thunder talisman, which can help you distract your opponent by throwing this Talisman so that your enemy is caught in the Thunder attack. Then you can use this teleportation talisman to move 50 meters away and run for your life suddenly. Isn't this Talisman very useful?
Although these are tier 2 talismans, all three are pseudo-perfect Grade talismans, which means they are almost perfect. You can imagine the effect of a pseudo-perfect talisman that is so effective..." Ruan Ceng explained at length.
Before she mentioned the prices for the three items to be auctioned off, noise and fighting between bidders could already be heard.
"This time, I won't miss the chance to get these auction items."
"A pseudo perfect grade talisman? That's even above a top-grade talisman... what a high-grade talisman."
"I need this talisman."
"It's lucky that my energy stone hasn't been used up to bid on other items."
"Come on, say the price quickly; I can't wait!"
Ruan Ceng smiled triumphantly while watching the participants' enthusiasm in the room. She immediately announced the prices for the three types of talismans to be auctioned.
"For these three types of Talismans, Morning City Star Treasure Hall sets the price at... 300 Demi grade Energy Stones, and each bidding price increase is a multiple of 50... the auction is open, please submit a bid."
"350..."
"450..."
"No, give me 600 Energy Stones!!!"
"Huh... 700 Energy Stone..."
Various bidders gave the bids, so the atmosphere became very boisterous, and no one wanted to give up.
After a heated debate, the three talismans finally fell into the hands of a cultivator wearing a robe with a reddish-colored mask. The cultivator looked overjoyed when his bid of 1650 energy stones was not surpassed by any of his competitors in the Emerald Room.
"And now, we will present the last item that the Morning City Star Treasure Hall will auction off today. A copy of the Sword Technique at the Demi grade Incorruptible rank... and we will start with a price of 5000 energy stones, and each subsequent bid must be in increments of 200 energy stones..." said Ruan Ceng as the day's auction continued.
Yuan Fen and Yi Zan should have paid more attention to the sword technique auction as they felt very excited. Imagine the 3 Talismans they made were valued at 1650 energy stones. After deducting the price of the herbal grass he bought, Yuan Fen would still have 1550 energy stones left. It was a massive amount for Yuan Fen.
"I have to buy a sword on the 2nd floor of this Treasure Hall," Yuan Fen said to Yi Zan.
"Of course, we will head straight to the sales department on the 2nd floor after the auction is over and complete the payment administration," Yi Zan replied.
Yuan Fen's heart was pounding. Was there a Sword that matched his finances?
Continued.
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