Several treasures sparked fierce competition and were eventually sold at sky-high prices. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely warm.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, it is not a problem to spend more spirit stones in order to obtain what he needs.

After all, if you miss this opportunity, it may take a long time to find these materials again.

"A piece of black gold, weighing three pounds and four ounces. It is a rare material for refining equipment. The base price is thirty thousand spirit stones, and each bid must not be less than two thousand."

The middle-aged auctioneer introduced the treasures in his hands in a concise and clear manner.

He held a jade plate in his hand, on which was placed a piece of strange black metal that was shining with golden light.

Chen Yun had been smiling, but after hearing the news, he suddenly sat up straight with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He was greatly surprised that the material he had been looking for appeared so quickly.

He had been searching for this material called ink gold, but had never been able to find it.

"Thirty-six thousand spiritual stones."

"Forty thousand spirit stones."

"Forty-five thousand spirit stones."

The bidding continued to rise, and everyone showed great interest in this precious piece of black gold.

In the world of immortal cultivation, Mo Jin is famous and there are many people who know his worth.

Before Chen Yun made his bid, the auctioneer on the stage glanced around and saw that several people had already offered high prices.

Chen Yun frowned slightly when he heard this and decided not to make an offer immediately.

He knew that he had to get this item, so he planned to wait until the price reached its highest point before making a move to get it.

When an unknown cultivator raised the price of ink gold to 60,000 spirit stones, the people who had been following closely stopped immediately.

Chen Yun lightly tapped the jade token in front of him, and with a flash of spiritual light, he quoted a price of "sixty-five thousand spirit stones".

The man seemed to really need the item, and after a little hesitation he still outbid Chen Yun.

"Seventy thousand spiritual stones."

Chen Yun's voice was cold and firm.

This time, the monk who made the bid chose to remain silent.

Although black gold is extremely rare, the price of 70,000 spirit stones has obviously exceeded his psychological expectations, so he decisively gave up the bidding.

Seeing this, Chen Yun smiled slightly.

The middle-aged monk who was presiding over the auction in front was secretly satisfied when he saw that the item was sold at such a high price.

As usual, he repeated the price twice. Just as he was about to confirm the success of the auction, he suddenly heard another cold voice raising the price:
"Seventy-five thousand spiritual stones."

At the auction, Chen Yun and the middle-aged monk who presided over the auction were both shocked, and most of the other monks at the venue also looked surprised.

Chen Yun quickly recovered and offered a price without hesitation:
"Eighty thousand."

Then, another bidder calmly made another bid: "Eighty-two thousand."

This person seemed to be determined to win the auction items, just like Chen Yun.

This time, not only did Chen Yun's expression change slightly, but the other cultivators also couldn't help but turn their eyes to the source of the sound.

At the back of the hall, a monk was seen sitting quietly, his entire body covered in light black mist.

His true appearance is difficult to discern, but judging from the vaguely visible clothes, he seems to be an elderly man.

Chen Yun was confused, but had no intention of getting entangled with the other party.

His face darkened, and he suddenly quoted a price that shocked everyone: "One hundred and twenty thousand spirit stones."

As soon as this price was announced, all the monks in the hall looked strange.

After all, this amount is enough to buy a nice ancient treasure, which is far more than the normal price of ink gold.

After a commotion, many cultivators couldn't help but look towards Chen Yun.

However, Chen Yun, whose appearance had changed, was now just a sickly-looking yellow-faced monk, so naturally no one could recognize him.

At the auction, Chen Yun seemed oblivious to the people around him. His eyes were always focused on the old man shrouded in black air, closely watching his every move.

When the high price was quoted, the old man was visibly surprised.

From his point of view, if there is an opportunity, he will definitely raise the price to compete with Chen Yun for Mo Jin.

However, according to the information he has, more important materials will soon appear.

If a large amount of spirit stones were wasted here, it would be difficult to ensure the acquisition of another material, and the loss would be even greater.

Moreover, seeing that Chen Yun was spending a huge amount of money and had no intention of backing down, it was obvious that he would not let go easily.

After internal consideration and reflection, the old man finally decided not to raise the price.

In this way, Mo Jin fell into Chen Yun's hands.

This result also made Chen Yun and the old man the focus of everyone's attention.

Chen Yun acted quite indifferent. After buying the ink gold, he just sat quietly on the chair with his eyes closed. It seemed that apart from the ink gold, other items could not arouse his interest.

But the old man was different. He had his eyes on a rare material called "Lihuo Sand".

He also engaged in a fierce competition with many other monks, and finally won it at a high price of over 200,000.

The old man's generous spending naturally attracted more attention. But it should be emphasized that the old man was not the one who spent the most spiritual stones at this auction.

At the auction, the prices of several treasures, such as high-level ancient treasures and elixirs for improving cultivation, were around 200,000 or 300,000.

However, Chen Yun purchased the refining material "Lihuo Sand" for only over 200,000 yuan, which is obviously not something that an ordinary cultivator can easily do.

After the auction ended, Chen Yun mixed in with the group of monks and left the auction venue.

When he arrived at the exit of the market town, the monks from Yinluo Sect had disappeared, and seemed to have given up on tracking him.

Chen Yun left the market town leisurely and returned to his residence.

What he didn't know was that the old man with black aura also appeared in the market town, and quietly came to an inconspicuous house in Jinjing to meet an old man with a black hat from the Ye family.

The old man in the black hat was one of the bidders. He handed over the "Lihuo Sand" he got from the auction to the other party without hesitation.

I already know about the "Mo Jin" incident. I am really grateful to you for bothering me to make this trip.

I never expected that someone would bid such a high price for "Mo Jin", otherwise I would have asked you to bring more spirit stones with you.

Fortunately, a few days later, someone at the underground auction was willing to exchange it for something else, otherwise the matter would have been quite tricky.

I have already found out the materials needed for the exchange and have prepared them for you.

I'll ask you to come back then. The old man in the black cap said with a smile after taking the materials.

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Gao gave a dry laugh and responded:

"Brother Yun Yi's gift of spiritual stones is quite generous this time. I am afraid that I can't afford it."

"This is indeed an accident. Logically speaking, the spiritual stones prepared in advance should be more than enough. Gao will go to the underground trade fair in a few days."

After hearing this, the old man in black cap nodded with satisfaction, took out a jade box from his storage bag and handed it to the other party, saying:
"I am very confident in your work. This is the elixir I give to you. After this matter is completed, the number of elixirs will increase."

"Since you have kept your promise, I will do my best in the next few days."

The old man surnamed Gao was filled with joy. He carefully checked the elixir in the box and nodded his head repeatedly to show his satisfaction. Then, he took a storage bag full of spiritual stones and a jade slip recording the information of materials needed for tomorrow's auction from the old man in black cap, and said goodbye and left.

Not long after the Yinluo Sect monk left, figures flashed in an attic and two monks appeared.

They looked around the empty entrance with solemn expressions, talked in low voices, and then walked out of the market.

A man held a small flag and waved it lightly. His figure disappeared surrounded by purple air and followed in the direction of Ge Tianhao and others.

The other one turned into a beam of light and flew straight to the imperial city.

On an unnamed barren mountain near Jinjing, the old man surnamed Fu said to Chen Yun meaningfully: "Fellow Daoist, you have come here, don't you have any questions?"

Chen Yun responded calmly: "Why bother? I am indeed puzzled by Brother Fu's use of the teleportation array to leave the market, but I believe that you have your own considerations."

From the moment the teleportation array appeared, Chen Yun had been carefully observing his surroundings. Seeing nothing unusual, he maintained a calm attitude.

Chen Yun's caution did not escape the insight of the old man surnamed Fu. Not only did the old man not feel unhappy, but he was quite satisfied.

At the exit of the mysterious Dafang City, the monks of the Yinluo Sect seemed to be searching for someone.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Fu learned the news in advance and used the teleportation array to avoid them.

I hope Chen Daoyou won’t think Fu is being too cautious.

"Yinluo Sect?" Chen Yun's heart trembled, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked back.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist, don't worry about anything. If someone really wanted to harm others, they would have made arrangements long ago. Brother Chen is probably the cultivator who had a conflict with Ge Tianhao in front of the Baoguang Palace that day, right?"

The old man surnamed Fu smiled mysteriously and spoke slowly.

"I didn't expect that Brother Fu knew all this. But why did he help me? Would he not hesitate to offend a great demon sect like the Yinluo Sect just because of the agreement we made that day?"

After a moment of silence, Chen Yun admitted calmly.

What's the point of mentioning the Yinluo Sect? Brother Chen may not know Fu's origins.

"I am the law enforcement elder of Jiuyou Sect. There is already a rift between our sect and Yinluo Sect. It is Fu's wish to frustrate Ge Tianhao."

"Of course, fellow Taoist Fu also has a favor to ask of you." The old man surnamed Fu said calmly.

"Nine Nether Sect? I have long heard of your great name. However, given your sect's strength, why do you still need my help?"

When Chen Yun heard that the other party was an elder from one of the Ten Sects of Demonic Path, he was startled and became alert.

"This matter is about personal grudges, so it is inconvenient for Fu to use the power of the sect. And there is no need to rush this matter. It will not be too late to discuss it with fellow Taoists after the trade fair is over."

"Brother Chen, don't worry. This will also benefit you. If you don't want to, I will never force you."

The old man surnamed Fu smiled slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

"In that case, I would like to thank Brother Fu in advance."

Chen Yun thought for a moment, then smiled and agreed.

He had already offended the Yinluo Sect and naturally did not want to make enemies with the Jiuyou Sect again.

As for whether we can really help the other party, we will just deal with it for now.

Brother Chen is really straightforward. Let's go now. The trade fair is not far from here."

The old man surnamed Fu looked happy and was very satisfied with Chen Yun's reaction.

Afterwards, the two of them turned into two streams of light and rushed away into the distance.

Soon, the two arrived at a barren mountain three thousand miles away from Jinjing City.

It was pitch black here, looking quite desolate.

The old man suddenly landed with Chen Yun and stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary stone wall.

The stone walls were slightly green, and most of them were covered in silt and moss, looking nothing special.

Chen Yun did not pay attention to the stone wall, but squinted his eyes and looked around.

Only then did he notice that this place was located between two mountains and was a hidden wild ravine.

There were weeds and bushes as tall as a person here. If the old man surnamed Fu had not brought him here personally, he would not have been able to find any trace of monks here.

Obviously, the old man surnamed Fu was not unfamiliar with this place.

He skillfully shook his sleeves and a palm-sized disc flew out. It flashed with white light and sank directly into the stone wall, disappearing.

A moment later, a yellow light suddenly flashed on the stone wall. Chen Yun's eyes blurred and he saw that the stone wall disappeared out of thin air, revealing a huge hole with a diameter of more than ten feet.

In front of the deep cave entrance, two middle-aged monks in emerald green robes stood quietly.

They all had reached the late Jindan stage, and one of them was holding the old man's magic plate firmly in his hand.

"So it's Senior Fu who's here. I don't recognize you. May I ask your name?"

The monk holding the round magic weapon first bowed to the two of them, then slowly swept his eyes over Chen Yun and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"This is Daoist Chen from overseas. I am willing to be his introducer. There is nothing to check. Please give Daoist Chen an identity plate. The two of us are eager to attend the exchange meeting."

The old man surnamed Fu glared slightly and said bluntly.

"Haha, since it was introduced by Senior Fu, there will be no problem."

"This is a Nascent Soul Level Identity Plate. Not only can you participate in this trade fair with this item, but you can also participate in the next three underground trade fairs for free."

"However, if you violate the rules of the trade fair, this magic disk will be taken back or invalidated. And according to the established rules, you need to pay 10,000 spirit stones to own this magic disk."

After the green-robed monk politely returned the round plate in his hand to the old man surnamed Fu, he took out a similar magic plate and handed it to Chen Yun, explaining it in detail.

Chen Yun was slightly startled, and then he heard a calm voice: "Here, this is a spirit stone."

Hearing that there were so many spirit stones, Chen Yun couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart.

However, he appeared to be extremely happy, without any hesitation at all.

He just casually threw a bag filled with tens of thousands of spirit stones directly at the other party.

"This is the Dharma plate. Senior, please keep it."

The monk in green robe opposite him skillfully checked the number of spirit stones in the bag, and a smile broke out on his face.

Then, he carefully held the plate with 347 characters engraved on it in both hands and presented it respectfully.

Chen Yun's eyes slowly swept across the Dharma Plate, his eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"Three hundred and forty-seven? How could this transaction attract so many people?"

"Of course not. Senior Chen, you may not know that some of the seniors will not come to participate in this transaction for various reasons."

"Based on past experience, only about 200 people will participate."

Seeing this, another monk in green robes hurriedly explained.

"Oh, that's quite a lot of people."

Chen Yun nodded slightly, with a look of realization on his face.

"Okay, it's getting late, so we'll go to the exchange meeting first."

"If there is a chance, I hope you can give my regards to your master for me."

Seeing that Chen Yun had already received the magic disk, the old man surnamed Fu spoke. After that, he took the lead and walked towards the depths of the passage at a fast pace. (End of this chapter)