Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 52

“You mention that, Pavilion Master, and it reminds me of some unusual points,” Qian Feng said, choosing his words carefully.

“Speak.”

“Fourteen years old, Qi Refinement ninth layer, yet her aura feels very much like Foundation Establishment. Also, that dove on her shoulder doesn’t seem like an ordinary spirit pet.”

After Qian Feng finished, a glint of inquiry flashed in Baili Yuanmo’s eyes. “Reaching Qi Refinement ninth layer at that age is indeed exceptional, but her aura resembles Foundation Establishment?”

“If she truly is a fourteen-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator, that talent would be absolutely heaven-defying.”

Qian Feng immediately dismissed the idea. “That’s impossible. The young lady’s aura is steady and stable, unlike someone who has consumed large quantities of pills.”

It’s almost unheard of on the continent for someone to reach Foundation Establishment at fourteen.

Even if such a person existed, they would likely have been boosted by medicinal pills.

However, such cultivators have floating, unstable auras, and their future cultivation path becomes increasingly difficult. Generally, any cultivator with even modest talent would avoid relying on pills to boost their cultivation level.

Baili Yuanmo shook his head. A fourteen-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator wasn’t impossible. With abundant spiritual energy, a heaven-defying technique, and diligent study, one could absolutely achieve Foundation Establishment very quickly.

It’s just that high-grade techniques are rare in the current continent, and spiritual energy is increasingly scarce, leading to the present situation.

Knock! Knock! Knock!—

A knocking sound came from the door.

Someone outside said respectfully, “Pavilion Master, there is a matter requiring your instruction.”

“Enter.” Baili Yuanmo glanced sidelong at Qian Feng.

Qian Feng left through another door just as the person outside entered.

A maid walked in, holding a box, and approached Baili Yuanmo.

Seeing the box in her hand, Baili Yuanmo narrowed his eyes slightly. It was identical to the one used for the Tianyuan Fruit.

The maid presented the box. “Pavilion Master, a distinguished guest wishes to consign this for auction. Elder Zeng asked me to bring it for your review.”

“Consigning at this time is against the rules. Why bring it to me?” Baili Yuanmo asked coldly.

The maid lowered her head and spoke softly, “Elder Zeng asked you to decide, Pavilion Master. He said he couldn’t make the decision himself.”

Baili Yuanmo’s captivating purple eyes swirled with shifting light and shadow. He raised his hand and took the item. For Elder Zeng to make an exception… how peculiar?

Baili Yuanmo opened the box, and his gaze fell upon the “Tiangang Nine Swords.” Suddenly, his purple pupils trembled.

Snap!—

He immediately closed the box and added a seal.

But a trace of its aura had already leaked out. Countless probing spiritual senses swept towards them.

Fortunately, the pavilion had over a dozen Void Spirit cultivators guarding it, or those people would have likely charged up already.

Baili Yuanmo waved his hand, setting up a barrier, his expression grave.

“Which room does the guest consigning this belong to?”

“Answering the Pavilion Master, Room Ninety-Nine,” the maid replied.

Feng Qingran’s room? She was willing to auction off a Half-Step Immortal Grade technique?

Technique grades are generally categorized as: Yellow, Mysterious, Earth, Heaven, Immortal, Saint, and Divine.

Currently, the highest-grade techniques on the entire continent are only Heaven Grade.

And Heaven Grade techniques are exceedingly rare.

Even a major sect like the Heavenly Sword Sect possesses only one Heaven Grade technique.

Yet Feng Qingran dared to take out a Half-Step Immortal Grade technique for auction!

The value of this Half-Step Immortal Grade technique was no less than the Tianyuan Fruit; one could even say it far surpassed it.

After all, a technique can serve as a legacy, while the Tianyuan Fruit can only nurture one powerful individual.

For someone like Feng Qingran to dare auction a Half-Step Immortal Grade technique… she must possess more than one copy…

Baili Yuanmo gestured with his hand, a sly smile flashing in his eyes. “Dismissed. Inform Elder Zeng to set the starting price the same as the Spirit Origin Fruit and auction it after the Spirit Origin Fruit.”

“Furthermore, treat the guest in Room Ninety-Nine with utmost care. Do not neglect her in the slightest.”

The maid bowed. “Yes, Pavilion Master.”

After the maid left.

Baili Yuanmo muttered to himself, “It seems Feng Qingran’s Senior Brother possesses quite a few good things. But how to meet this Senior Brother? Wenliu’s path is blocked; I’ll have to start from Feng Qingran herself.”

——-

Unaware that she had inadvertently made Liu Canglan take the blame once again, Feng Qingran was watching the auction with great excitement.

A woman with a curvaceous figure and striking looks stepped onto the stage. She bowed to the audience.

“This humble woman is Manling, presiding over this auction. I hope everyone can successfully bid for the items they desire.”

Perhaps aware of the unique nature of this auction, only a very few people made a ruckus, while others watched intently, waiting for the items.

Tap!—

Manling, with elegant poise, lightly tapped the table. “The first auction item: the Green Luan Sword, a sixth-grade magical instrument.”

“Starting bid: one million low-grade spirit stones. Each increment must not be less than one hundred thousand.”

“The auction begins. Honored guests, please place your bids.”

As soon as Manling’s words fell, the floors below the fifth erupted in excitement, and people began calling out bids.

In less than a moment, the bidding had reached three million low-grade spirit stones.

In contrast, those above the fifth floor mostly refrained from bidding.

Manling’s charming eyes lowered slightly. Those above were all waiting for the Spirit Origin Fruit and the Tianyuan Fruit. A sixth-grade instrument naturally couldn’t attract them.

“I bid five million low-grade spirit stones!” a rough voice sounded from the third floor.

Instantly, the entire hall quieted down.

It wasn’t that five million was an exorbitant amount, but spending so much on the first item was somewhat foolish, as better things would come later.

Manling smiled meaningfully and tapped her small hammer twice. “Five million low-grade spirit stones, going twice.”

Just as Manling was about to tap for the third time, a clear voice came from the ninth floor.