The Eternal Soaring Sword

Chapter 18 - The Small Auction House

Old Yao, who had white hair, secretly felt relieved and his nervous eyes relaxed. Seven was not much, but refining the seven Blue Spirit Pills from the Blue Moon Grass was not bad either. He let out a mouthful of dirty air and his face looked haggard. “Longjie, ah, my job is done, so I'll take a break. Seven pills is not bad — at least this old man did not waste spirit herbs. ” After saying that, he left regardless of the reaction of others. In order to refine the Blue Spirit Pill, he spent a full day and night here without rest. Some even more advanced plants require days, and legends say that some even require years of purification. 

Mo Longjie slightly bowed to send Old Yao away. He gently inserted the Blue Spirit Pill into several jade bottles, and his eyes could not help but be filled with excitement. With the Blue Spirit Pill, he might have a chance to reach the Foundation Realm.

Zhao Jiuge looked at the blue-colored Blue Spirit Pill with curiosity in his eyes and subconsciously swallowed it. This was the first time he had seen a refined pill.

He gave one Blue Spirit Pill to Old Mo and drew his excited expression. He took a deep breath and handed the jade bottle with the three Blue Spirit Pills to Zhao Jiuge. “Jiuge, Uncle Mo will use you this time. You hold on to these three Blue Spirit Pills. Tomorrow, when I take you to the auction, I will definitely give you a satisfying gift. ” She's a bit shy. After all, it was all because of Zhao Jiuge that they could obtain the Blue Spirit Grass.

Zhao Jiuge revealed a wide smile and scratched his hair before grabbing the jade bottle for a closer look. “From the four remaining Blue Spirit Pills, both Old Mo and I will use each one to try breaking through to the Foundation Realm. One will be left for that boy Shouyi. Jiuge, I hope you will help take care of Shouyi in the future. ” After seeing Zhao Jiuge not say anything, Mo Longjie kept talking and did not forget to cancel his recruiting intention.

As Zhao Jiuge held onto the jade bottle, he was so excited that his breathing became rough. After hearing what Mo Longjie said, his eyes were filled with hope and he wanted to know what Mo Longjie was going to give him.

On the second day, just at dawn, Mo Lingers came to Zhao Jiuge's room to wake him up. He could not wait to go to the auction house. Every time he saw Zhao Jiuge, his smile became brighter. When Zhao Jiuge arrived at the courtyard following Mo Linger, he discovered that there were already many people there.

Mo Longjie was still wearing an elegant blue robe. Zheng Jie was whispering something to Mo Longjie, and behind him were seven to eight men in light black who were holding swords. When he saw Zhao Jiuge and Mo Lingers, Mo Longjie raised his eyebrows and asked, “Is everything ready? Today, we brought many people to prevent the Xiao family from causing trouble.”

After hearing Mo Longjie's question, Zheng Jie approached. “Head of Family, everything is ready. Everyone is set.” His expression was serious and respectful.

"Let's go. We'll leave early.” Mo Longjie gently nodded and then looked at Zhao Jiuge and Mo Linger with a gentle expression. More than a dozen people left the Mo Mansion together.

As they walked through the bustling streets, Zhao Jiuge watched these humans wake up early so they could work through the night to earn a living. He could not help feeling melancholy. If he did not discover his teacher's legacy, he would become like them—buk day after day and then return to earth after 100 years. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge could only sigh.

Zhao Jiuge saw many young men in light black clothes walking around the alley. These people were all people from the Mo family. Some had fluctuations in spirit power and some were just ordinary people. It was still the same two people in the Blood Movement Realm who were guarding the door. When they saw Zhao Jiuge arrive with Mo Lingjie, they were surprised, but only for a moment. They quickly regained their composure.

After entering the door, the first floor was almost completely full, and in front was a platform. Sensing the fluctuations of spirit power here, Zhao Jiuge's eyes widened and his brows furrowed. He was secretly surprised. Were all these people cultivators from near Dong Yang City? There were quite a few people on the first floor who caught Zhao Jiuge's attention.

There was a messy-looking Daoist holding a white shaker that looked like a Daoist beard. He sat there smiling. His skin had no wrinkles and he did not look like an old man at all. He also did not speak to anyone around him, and beside him was a small red-colored dao boy who had a pretty face. Zhao Jiuge was secretly surprised that he could not see through this Daoist cultivation.

A square-faced burly man with a large beard, large eyebrows, and a wide nose was engrossed in talking to the people around him. His voice rang like a bell and walked all the way to the door. Zhao Jiuge looked at the burly man who looked honest and was surprised by the fluctuations of his spirit power — late stage Spirit Transformation Realm.

There was also a moody old man in the corner. He was as thin as a dry twig and wore a mask. His exposed skin looked like dry farmland. The two old man's eyes looked lifeless, but when Zhao Jiuge looked into the old man's eyes, he felt his scalp tingling, like he was facing a poisonous scorpion. There was no one around the old man, as if he was the god of the plague, and the old man did not mind. Zhao Jiuge could sense that this old man was stronger than a Daoist. Zhao Jiuge only felt like this when he saw the flood dragon that night.

The latter was a middle-aged scholar in white clothes who gently waved a white fan and smiled at the people around him. His eyes lit up from time to time. Zhao Jiuge looked at the ordinary-looking fan and saw a glimmer of light. His pupils are shrinking. It was a precious treasure and another late stage Spirit Transformation cultivator.

There were also some stronger people among the crowd with some guards around them. They were probably a small family from Dong Yang City. None of them had the cultivation to attract Zhao Jiuge's attention, but among one of the small family members was a young man around 18 years old. He was handsome, but his face was a bit pale. However, her dark eyes lit up passionately as she looked at Mo Lingers with an unseen affection.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge's mouth twitched. He had not expected the little girl, Mo Linger, to be so popular. Mo Longjie walked in and saw the people here. After a while, his brows furrowed as he pondered.

Two days had passed, but the Xiao family did not react nor did it come today. What exactly are they playing? He slightly shook his head as he looked at the people from the Mo family stationed inside and outside. He brushed this thought away from her and brought Zhao Jiuge and Mo Linger into the room on the second floor. Shortly after, Old Mo appeared on the platform with a friendly smile and the room went silent before people started cheering. In an instant, the atmosphere of the auction house reached its peak.