Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1487 - 766: Any Higher Bids? (Part 2)

In Room B, Qi Shaoling abruptly stood up, his face full of shock and confusion.

As the Young City Lord of Xiaguang City, he knew almost every notable figure in the Southern Border, yet he had never heard the name "Mu Xue."

In the auction hall, Fairy Yue Xia’s cold voice echoed in every corner.

"Congratulations to Fairy Miao for purchasing the King Realm Martial Technique ’Taixu Godslaying Slash’ for three million High-grade Spirit Stones!"

With a gentle wave of her jade hand, a jade scroll emitting a deep blue glow slowly rose from the auction stage.

"According to the rules, our pavilion will personally escort the auction item to your side."

Gu Sheng sat calmly in the room, his expression unchanged, though his fingertips trembled slightly beneath the table.

His gaze swept over the graceful figure not far away... Miao Muxue was elegantly rising, her skirt undulating like ripples on water.

"There’s no need to trouble Fairy Yue Xia."

Miao Muxue’s voice suddenly turned cold and distant, a stark contrast to her earlier soft tone.

"Just give me the token representing the quota. As for this Martial Technique..."

She turned her head toward the direction where Gu Sheng was seated, a meaningful smile playing at her lips.

"I’ll gift it to Young Master Gu."

Gu Sheng’s pupils suddenly contracted.

At the moment Miao Muxue stood up, he keenly sensed a change in her aura... It wasn’t Miao Muxue, but another soul within her, her sister Miao Muqing!

The room erupted in uproar.

The tea cup in Ye Yiyi’s hand cracked open with a sound, and amber tea dripped down her slender fingers.

"Three million High-grade Spirit Stones... given away just like that?"

Ye Yiyi’s voice trembled slightly, and she stared fixedly at Gu Sheng.

"What’s your relationship with her?"

Gu Sheng did not answer immediately.

A stream of spiritual power seeped into his Sea of Consciousness like a trickle, and Miao Muqing’s voice directly sounded in his mind.

"This is my sincerity and also a test. If you can keep this King Realm Martial Technique safe, only then are you qualified to cooperate with us."

Gu Sheng sneered inwardly.

What a clever plan! This "big gift" was both an effort to win him over and a ploy to test him under pressure.

Countless eyes in the room were already fixed on this Martial Technique, and it was clear Miao Muqing intended to use him as a pawn, watching if he could survive the pack of wolves around him.

"Young Master Gu?"

Fairy Yue Xia had already arrived at the door of the room, holding the jade scroll with a questioning look in her eyes.

Gu Sheng rose calmly, cupped his hands, and said.

"Many thanks to Fairy Miao for her generous gift."

As he took the jade scroll, his fingertips felt a chilling cold.

The surface of the jade scroll, which recorded the King Realm Martial Technique, was encrusted with dense ice crystals, evidently a mark deliberately left by Miao Muqing.

At the moment he stored the jade scroll in his Storage Ring, Gu Sheng sensed at least seven Divine Senses sweeping over him.

One of them, particularly cold, came from the gray-robed figure in the corner of the hall, who had kept their head lowered throughout.

"Do you know Miao Muxue?"

Ye Yiyi suddenly transmitted a secret message, her voice filled with unprecedented seriousness.

Gu Sheng sat back in his original seat without showing any emotion and replied secretly.

"A passing encounter."

"Ha..."

Ye Yiyi sneered.

"The secrets of the Southern Emperor Lineage are known to no more than thirty people besides those in the group. If you and she were merely passing acquaintances, how could she..."

Before she finished speaking, Fairy Yue Xia had already rung the jade chime on the auction stage.

"Next, the auction for the quota to enter the Purple Mist Cave Heaven starts at three hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones, with each increase no less than fifty thousand."

The bidding sounds emerged one after another, yet Gu Sheng turned a deaf ear to them.

He stared into Ye Yiyi’s eyes, which suddenly turned exceptionally bright, and secretly transmitted.

"Miss Ye seems to be very familiar with the sisters of Fairy Miao?"

"It’s merely a mutually beneficial partnership."

Ye Yiyi countered with the same words Gu Sheng had used earlier, her eyes lit with cunning.

"However..."

She suddenly leaned closer, the faint fragrance of her hair wafting to Gu Sheng’s nose.

"How about discussing it further after the auction at my place?"

Gu Sheng did not answer immediately.

He observed the transition in Ye Yiyi’s demeanor, which, after a brief uncertainty, became unusually vivid, as if shedding a layer of disguise.

More curiously, when she mentioned "place," her fingertips unconsciously traced a peculiar rune on the table... a secret handprint understood only by the Inner Sect disciples of the Purple Mist Divine Sect.

"Why doesn’t Miss Ye participate in the auction?"

Gu Sheng suddenly inquired.

"With your financial prowess, securing a quota shouldn’t be difficult."

Ye Yiyi raised her eyebrows, as if she heard something amusing.

"Are you silly? I am already a disciple of the Purple Mist Divine Sect, and my mentor is the current Sect Hierarch."

Though she spoke casually, the words made Gu Sheng’s heart tremble.

No wonder! Gu Sheng finally understood why he always felt a sense of discord from Ye Yiyi.

Though she appeared lively and spirited, every movement subtly resonated with the rhythm of the Dao, a sign that she had cultivated the Purple Qi from the East Technique of the Purple Mist Divine Sect to Great Success!

"Then why do you..."

Gu Sheng swallowed back the words that had been on the tip of his tongue.

He suddenly realized that Ye Yiyi’s appearance at the auction was no coincidence, and her knowledge about the Miao Muqing sisters far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Ye Yiyi seemed to read his thoughts, chuckling lightly.

"One last question... why haven’t you made a move yet?"

She pointed to the price card, which had already climbed to eight hundred thousand.

"If you wait any longer, all the good spots will be taken."

Gu Sheng glanced towards the auction stage and said calmly.

"I want the last or the second-to-last spot."

"Oh?"

Ye Yiyi’s interest was piqued.

"Bidding now is too conspicuous."

Gu Sheng’s gaze swept across several private rooms engaged in intense bidding.

"The true powerful buyers make their moves towards the end. Besides..."

He slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.

"Those who win sooner always have to beware of getting robbed halfway, don’t they?"

Ye Yiyi’s pupils shrank slightly, just about to speak when a hoarse voice suddenly echoed in the hall.

"One million two hundred thousand!"

The whole room went into an uproar.

The price had jumped straight from eight hundred thousand to one million two hundred thousand, an increase of four hundred thousand! More surprisingly, the bidder was a nondescript figure in a gray robe in the hall.

Gu Sheng’s eyes narrowed.

It was the very person who had used a cold Divine Sense to probe him earlier! At this moment, the gray-robed figure lifted his head, revealing a scar-covered face, with the most striking feature being a blood-red scar between his brows... the unique "Blood Curse Seal" of the Miaojiang Wu Clan!

"Miao Ren!"

Ye Yiyi exclaimed in a low voice.

"He’s actually still alive..."

Gu Sheng’s heart was alarmed.

Miao Ren was an Evil Cultivator who had been notorious in the Southern Border twenty years ago, rumored to have died from backlash after practicing forbidden witchcraft.

Unexpectedly, not only was he alive, but he had also turned up at the auction!

"One million eight hundred thousand."

A tender yet authoritative female voice came from the private room across.

The bead curtain lifted, revealing a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in a red dress.

She walked barefoot through the void, leaving a trail of blood-red lotus prints with each step.

"The little princess of the Green Blood Divine Sect..."

Ye Yiyi’s expression darkened.

"This is the Green Blood Divine Sect’s final offer, how about everyone gives a little face?"

"One million eight hundred thousand High-grade Spirit Stones, third time! Congratulations to the fellow Daoist of the Green Blood Divine Sect from Private Room B for securing the first Purple Mist Grotto Heaven spot!"

Fairy Yue Xia’s crisp voice echoed in the auction hall, her jade hammer gently falling with a clear sound.

Gu Sheng sat in the hall seating, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest.

Two million High-grade Spirit Stones... this price far exceeded his expectations.

He frowned slightly, pondering in his heart.

"Though the Purple Mist Grotto Heaven is good, spending such a vast fortune is somewhat unworthy."

"Now starting the auction for the second spot, the starting bid is one million High-grade Spirit Stones, each increment must be no less than one hundred thousand."

Fairy Yue Xia spoke softly, her gaze sweeping across the audience.

"One million five hundred thousand!"

A crisp female voice emerged from Private Room A3, carrying a tone of undeniable arrogance.

Gu Sheng followed the sound, vaguely seeing a slender figure behind the private room’s gauze curtain.

"The little princess of the Green Blood Divine Sect directly gave the bottom price..."

A cultivator beside him muttered in a low voice.

"Two million."

Another lazy male voice promptly sounded from Private Room A5.

The room erupted into another uproar.

Gu Sheng squinted, recognizing it as the voice of the Young Master of the Heavenly Fire Divine Sect.

"The Heavenly Fire Divine Sect has bid two million, is there anything higher?"

Fairy Yue Xia’s eyes showed a hint of delight.

The little princess of the Green Blood Divine Sect remained silent for a while, ultimately not raising the bid further.

The second spot also concluded at two million High-grade Spirit Stones.

As the auction proceeded, the prices continued to climb.