Chapter 3: Mixed-feathered parrot, auction begins

Chapter 3: Mixed-feathered parrot, auction begins

Chapter 3: Mixed-feathered parrot, auction begins

In his own courtyard, Wei Zhong held the top-grade Qi-nourishing Pill he had just bought.

Half of the more than 300 spirit stones he had just earned were gone in the blink of an eye, forcing Wei Zhong to sigh that cultivating immortals was not easy.

'Forget it, let's just do our best at the auction.'

Considering the scale of this auction, Wei Zhong wondered whether he should participate as a spiritual farmer Wei Zhong or as a casual cultivator Chu He.

Wei Zhong has been operating as a spiritual farmer for many years and has established some connections in the Yan family. Even if he wins some precious spiritual objects, they will be safer on the Yan family's territory.

If it was the casual cultivator Chu He, there might be a few battles after the meeting.

"Wei Zhong should take action."

"Wei Zhong doesn't count on the life-extending pill at the auction. Given its rarity, there are so many people eyeing it."

"I'd be very satisfied if I could buy some healing pills."

The lifespan of a high-level Qi-refining cultivator is at least one hundred and fifty years, which is at least half as long as that of an ordinary person. The long-lived ones can even live to one hundred and seventy or eighty years.

But Wei Zhong’s upper limit of lifespan is just 137.

The martial arts training in the early years was ultimately a bit too hasty and quick to gain benefits, and the injuries incurred in the mortal world had a serious impact on his subsequent path to becoming an immortal.

It would be great if you could buy some elixirs that can strengthen your body and replenish your energy.

After treating these injuries, he won’t have to worry about his life span for a while.

There is no need to downgrade repeatedly, as it would be troublesome if discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

By the way, the longevity issue can also be attributed to the treatment of injuries.

It is not reasonable for a dying old man to do sit-ups.

In this way, he could farm peacefully in the Yan family for a few more years.

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Three days later, there were many more foreign monks at the Yan family’s residence, and tomorrow would be a good day for the auction.

The monks attracted here began to trade with each other. For a while, the periphery of the Yan family's residence became a market, with many monks mingling among the real ones, and two or three casual monks died.

In order to maintain order and stability, the Yan family simply set aside a piece of land for transactions with outside monks, and also sent disciples from the family to patrol daily to maintain the face of the Yan family.

"How much do you sell this mixed-feather parrot for?"

Wei Zhong said to the old man behind the stall.

In front of him stood a half-meter-high birdcage with three birds in it.

Two of them were white and handsome, while the other one had six or seven colors mixed in, including black, red, and gray, and it was obvious that its bloodline was impure.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a long beard that fell to his chest. He was a little surprised to see Wei Zhong asking about the colorful bird.

"This is a different species of white-feathered parrot, and it is suspected that its bloodline has mutated. One hundred low-grade spirit stones will be given to you, fellow Taoist."

Wei Zhong shook his head, it was obvious that the other party was thinking he was a novice and was being fooled.

"Ten spirit stones. Fellow Daoist, don't think this is cheap. An ordinary white-feathered parrot costs only fifty spirit stones.

Daoist friend, this mixed-breed creature is probably the offspring of a white-feathered parrot and an ordinary bird. Its eyesight is dull and not as agile as the other two. I am afraid it will fall below the category of spiritual beasts."

The white-feathered parrot was only a first-level spirit beast, equivalent to the Qi Refining Realm. Moreover, its strength was ordinary, with neither combat power nor any other special abilities.

Its feathers are white and beautiful, and it is also quite smart, so it is considered to be one of the smarter spirit beasts. It is loved by monks and is an ornamental spirit beast.

As soon as Wei Zhong said this, the other party's face turned ugly.

"It seems that I was right."

"Forty Spiritual Stones, Daoist friend, the price cannot be any lower."

It seemed that they were in a hurry to sell it, and the price was almost cut in half when they offered the next price.

Wei Zhong stretched out his hands.

"Ten Spiritual Stones."

The stall owner seemed a little unwilling. "Thirty pieces..."

Wei Zhong turned and left.

I just thought that the parrot had a variety of colors and looked somewhat friendly, so I wanted to place it in the yard as a little toy to entertain myself, but I wouldn't spend spirit stones to train it as a spirit beast.

Seeing Wei Zhong leave directly, the stall owner finally got anxious:

"Fellow Daoist, please stay..."

A moment later, Wei Zhong was walking in the market carrying a smaller bird cage, with the mixed-feather parrot inside.

After walking around the entire market, Wei Zhong found that there were quite a lot of good things, and of course the prices were also good.

There were more independent cultivators who were asking for huge profits. Wei Zhong saw an independent cultivator holding up an unknown black fragment, and he said that it was a fragment of a magic weapon, which might contain the inheritance of a Jindan cultivator, and was priced at five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

A magic weapon is a magical tool of the third level or above, and can only be used flexibly by a cultivator who has at least reached the Jindan stage.

Wei Zhong has never seen it, so it is difficult for him to make a judgment.

The monks also scoffed at this.

"Five hundred low-grade spirit stones, a spirit farmer like me would need to go without food or drink for at least five or six years to earn that. Who would spend money on this thing?"

Wei Zhong turned around and left. Even if what the stall owner said was true, so what? It was just a small fragment, what use would it be to him? He might as well use this little spirit stone to buy a few bottles of pills to improve his cultivation.

As for the inheritance of the Jindan cultivator, Wei Zhong thought that he did not have that luck.

In the previous life, the card draws were always "clear skies", so how could I dare to do this kind of lottery?

But then I thought, does the fact that I can travel here mean that I have this blessing?

Wei Zhong shook his head and said that he could only live for three days after traveling through time.

There is a little bit of good fortune, but not much.

After returning to his residence, Wei Zhong hung the parrot cage in the yard.

I don't have a spirit beast, nor do I have a method to use it. The stall owner also sold such a method, but the price was not very good, not as affordable as buying from Yan's family.

Two grains of magic rice popped out from between his hands, and the parrot flapped its wings twice and picked them up in its mouth.

"Well, you know how to eat by yourself, so you're not stupid. Your fur is mixed in color, so I'll call you Nine Colors.

Jiucai, leek, this name seems to have returned to the past life. "

Wei Zhong turned around and went back into the room. Jiucai looked at Wei Zhong's departing back without any reaction. Until he could no longer see him, he turned his head and looked towards the big tree in the yard.

Stunned...
The next day, the Yan family's crowd moved, and all the cultivators went to the auction site.

Even the farmers in the fields were no exception. When they saw Wei Zhong following the crowd, the familiar farmers all greeted him.

Having farmed in the Yan family for decades and being a spiritual farmer at the eighth level of Qi training, he is considered a figure.

Wei Zhong nodded in return but did not approach to start a conversation, maintaining his previous personality.

After entering the venue, Wei Zhong was stopped by a young monk.

Seeing Wei Zhong releasing the spiritual pressure of a high-level Qi Refining cultivator, Yan Qiyu's eyes were filled with some respect.

"Senior, please pay the entrance fee of two spirit stones."

Wei Zhong handed over two spirit stones with ease and took a token from his hand.

Kan, Jia, seventy-six, it seems that the scale of this auction is really large.

Behind Wei Zhong, Yan Qiyu stopped another cultivator and said the same words. The latter's face turned red and seemed a little angry...
Two spirit stones are not many, but they were not blown by the wind.

This method of charging admission fees keeps those who are not wealthy out of the venue, which can be considered a screening process.

However, Yan Jiaguang made a fortune from collecting spirit stones this time.

(End of this chapter)