105 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

### Chapter 105 The night passed, and early the next morning, someone knocked on the door. "Knock, knock." Bai Fan sat by the window all night, her body covered in cold dew. She didn't feel tired, only somber. "Who is it?" "The boss asked me to inform you that the auction will start soon." Upon hearing this, Bai Fan knew that her spiritual herbs were about to be auctioned. "Alright, I understand. I'll be right down." As the footsteps outside the door receded, Bai Fan tidied herself up slightly, put on a bamboo hat, and left the room. She walked to He Yiman's door. Just as she was about to knock, her hand hesitated and then withdrew. She thought it was best to leave it alone, as she didn't know what to say at the moment. So she turned around and proceeded downstairs. Inside her room, He Yiman heard footsteps at the door and thought Bai Fan had come to tell her she wasn't coming along. She felt a bit nervous. However, the expected knock on the door didn't come. Instead, the footsteps paused for a moment and then faded away, leaving her feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Downstairs, a familiar face at the front desk saw Bai Fan and came forward to greet her. "Honored guest, please follow me." Bai Fan nodded lightly and followed the familiar front desk attendant through a back door. She had been down this path before when she handed over her spiritual herbs. When they opened a room, it was empty. Before Bai Fan could voice her confusion, the attendant explained, "You can see the auction hall through the window here. Please feel free to wait here for the transaction." "Thank you." The attendant smiled, prepared a pot of tea, and then quietly left, closing the door behind him. Once the door was closed, Bai Fan was alone in the room. She walked to the window and observed the sea of people in the auction hall below. Almost everyone wore bamboo hats like her. Though those with higher cultivation could easily use spiritual senses to see through the hats, it was generally considered bad manners. At that moment, the host stepped out from behind the curtain and stood at the front of the stage, scanning the crowd. "Today's auction is very special. The items are carefully selected, some exceedingly rare and precious. Therefore, only those who received an invitation were allowed to enter." That statement caused a buzz in the crowd. "Did you get an invitation?" "I'm just here with my friend." "I thought everyone got an invitation." "They didn't say we couldn't bring others. I just want to see what kind of amazing items they have this time to cause such a fuss." After the commotion died down, a servant girl brought an object onto the stage. Bai Fan noticed the disproportionately long box and knew it wasn't her spiritual herb. She realized her item wasn't the first to be auctioned. When the object was placed on the stage, all eyes turned to it. The host walked up to the box and placed a hand on it, saying loudly, "As many of you have speculated, this item was indeed retrieved from a tomb. However, it is incredibly rare." Hearing this, everyone focused their attention, wondering what it could be. When the servant girl lifted the box lid, a jade ruyi sceptre was revealed within, its luster warm, exuding a faint spiritual aura. Everyone present could feel the life force it contained. "This is a wood element treasure," someone exclaimed. "The life force is so intense; it must be a wood element treasure." "To think it's a treasure." "The auction lives up to its reputation. The first item is a treasure. Who knows what will come up next." Hearing the term "treasure," Bai Fan was momentarily stunned. She understood the difference between magic tools and treasures. Magic tools were commonly used by cultivators, but many might never see a treasure in their lifetimes. Even Bai Fan had never seen one before. Her gaze was glued to it, unable to look away. Treasures were far superior to magic tools, not only in materials but also in intrinsic properties. To create a treasure, the materials must be naturally occurring spiritual objects. These spiritual objects contain an intrinsic law, meaning any treasure created from them would naturally embody a law of heaven and earth. There's a saying: "With a treasure in hand, no opponent under the Great Ascension stage." Thinking of natural spiritual objects, Bai Fan remembered promising to find one for someone. It took her a while to remember she had the Ghost Lamp in her storage bag. Feeling a bit embarrassed, she took the Ghost Lamp out. As soon as it emerged, it started chattering. "Oh my heavens, Daoist, you finally remembered me. I’ve been in that storage bag for so long that I thought you'd forgotten about me." Noticing Bai Fan, the Ghost Lamp exclaimed, "Daoist, why have you turned into a woman?" "Could it be... you've met with misfortune, and the storage bag has changed owners?" Since Bai Fan was wearing a bamboo hat, the Ghost Lamp couldn't see her face and started making wild guesses. "If that's the case, am I free now? No longer enslaved?" The Ghost Lamp flickered with excitement, laughing uncontrollably, ignoring Bai Fan’s presence. Initially feeling guilty about the Ghost Lamp, Bai Fan quickly lost her understanding as she listened. All thoughts of sympathy vanished. She felt this lamp needed a lesson and resolved to lock it up even longer. "What are you laughing at?" Bai Fan's cold voice came from above. Hearing the familiar voice, the Ghost Lamp looked up and saw Bai Fan remove her bamboo hat, revealing her familiar face, and screamed. "Ah!" "Why are you screaming?" "Ah!" Bai Fan's ears were almost deafened. Her sword ball lit up, and a white sword hovered over the Ghost Lamp's head. The cold aura silenced the Ghost Lamp at once. "I didn't expect you had a penchant for women's clothing, Daoist. No worries, I won't tell anyone." "What did you say?" Hearing Bai Fan's icy tone, the Ghost Lamp instantly morphed into human form, kneeling before her and bowing repeatedly. "I didn't see anything." "Speak clearly." "Uh..." At this moment, the bids from the auction outside grew higher. "One million two hundred thousand spirit stones." "Two million spirit stones." Bai Fan glanced outside, seeing the surging bids and the increasing number of bidders. Curious, the Ghost Lamp peeked outside and saw the jade ruyi sceptre on the auction stage. Its eyes nearly glued to it. "Daoist, that’s a spiritual object." "I know." "Are you going to buy it, Daoist?" The Ghost Lamp asked cautiously, hoping to shed its ghostly status by acquiring a spiritual object to walk in broad daylight. "Can't afford it." Bai Fan's words shattered the Ghost Lamp's hopes. She couldn't possibly spend millions of spirit stones. The Ghost Lamp dejectedly looked at the treasure, captivated by the life force emanating from it. For it, the treasure's life force was the ultimate temptation, accelerating its transformation process. Listening to the bids outside, the Ghost Lamp felt tortured, muttering, "It's better if I stayed in the storage bag." "What did you say?" Bai Fan frowned at the translucent creature. "Oh, nothing. Just that these people have so much money." ### Chapter 105 (continued) As the bidding escalated, the jade ruyi sceptre was finally sold for four million spirit stones, a price even higher than the golden bracelet from the other day. Clearly, cultivators were far more interested in treasures than spatial artifacts. When the second auction item was presented, the audience's anticipation grew. However, this time, they were collectively disappointed. The second item turned out to be some unknown seeds, said to be spiritual seeds from tens of thousands of years ago. But these seeds had a very slim chance of sprouting, and their names were unknown. What if they grew into nothing more than common plants? Only idle alchemists would spend their time and money on such useless seeds. Bai Fan watched the few shriveled seeds on stage. The starting bid was only ten thousand spirit stones, but only one or two people seemed interested in bidding. Just then, there was a knock at the door behind her. "Knock, knock." "Honored guest, I have brought some fruits for you." It was the same attendant who had led Bai Fan in earlier. Bai Fan glanced at the Ghost Lamp and tapped its head. Feeling wronged, the Ghost Lamp transformed back into a lantern and quietly settled on a table. "Come in." "Yes." The attendant pushed the door open, placed the fruits down, and was about to leave when he noticed an extra lantern on the table. Although curious, he didn't ask any questions. "Honored guest, these are spiritual fruits cultivated at Crescent Lake; they are very flavorful. Please try them." "Thank you. But I have a question: if I want to bid on something, how do I do that?" "Ah, I apologize for not informing you earlier. If you find an item you'd like to bid on, just ring the bell on the window. Someone will assist you with the bidding." Bai Fan turned to look at the inconspicuous bell on the window. "I see. But how will you know how much I want to bid?" "One ring adds one unit, two consecutive rings add two units. Our starting bids are usually in the thousands, so one ring adds ten thousand." "Oh, I see. Thank you." After the attendant left, Bai Fan reached out and touched the bell. One ring added ten thousand spirit stones. Bai Fan found the seeds interesting; her dream space seemed capable of growing spiritual herbs even if it couldn't sustain living creatures. ------ A heartfelt thank you to the little angels who voted for me or nourished me with nutrient solution~ Thank you to the little angels who nourished me with [nutrient solution]: 33947229 with 5 bottles; Ah Qi with 1 bottle; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard! --- Previous Chapter  |  Table of Contents  |  Next Chapter --- Homepage | Desktop Version | Bookshelf | Novel Directory | Popular Novels