Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 602 - 338: It Really Is an Immortal Palm_3
The intervals at which the old guy assigns tasks have no fixed pattern; they might be seamlessly connected or may take several years to arrive.
There's no rhyme or reason behind the tasks either.
Now that the old guy isn't speaking, she just has to wait.
Miemie adjusted her hood, looking listlessly at the people around the venue.
Out of sheer boredom, she discreetly took out her two Golden Cores, one black and one white.
Miemie's Golden Cores were not limited to just one.
She reduced the size of her black and white Golden Cores to that of iron eggs and fiddled with them in her hands.
As she fiddled, she thought about Zhang Ze.
"Sword Sect... Maybe I should visit Sword Sect in this lifetime? Have I been there before? Oh well, can't remember, anyhow the old guy's task hasn't arrived yet, might as well go have some fun at Sword Sect."
Miemie joyfully plotted, and began adjusting her cultivation.
This time, she allocated all points to Sword Dao.
She must become the Sword Dao tyrant!
After a long while, as Miemie finished her adjustments, the voice she wanted to hear finally came from the stage.
Auction Sister, "Next up is an unusual treasure, a Stone Ghost Doll with mystical functions crafted by a mysterious loose cultivator..."
"I'm your daddy! It's a damn doll! Don't introduce me like that!" Before Auction Sister finished speaking, Little Earth Immortal rocked the cage and cursed.
Auction Sister intended to add more lines, but the Little Earth Immortal was too noisy for her to say a complete sentence, she helplessly turned around and snapped her fingers, casting a vortex to seal the Little Earth Immortal's mouth.
Finally in peace, Auction Sister skipped the middle part and fast-forwarded to the end, "It's said to hold magical power within it, waiting for destined individuals to discover, starting bid is 500 Spirit Stones."
After Auction Sister finished speaking, silence fell over the venue.
The cultivators present watched the Little Earth Immortal punching inside the cage, not a single person raised their hand to bid.
"Could it really be a loss-making item..." Miemie was speechless.
Miemie didn't understand, nor did the people sitting inside.
"Brother Dai, aren't you going to bid? I find this thing kind of interesting, buying it to guard the yard should be quite good," said a girl in a floral dress next to a man.
"Again, Youngest Sister has good judgment, this Magical Treasure has a loud voice and a certain level of intelligence, once it's trained well, it can indeed keep guard," agreed Brother Dai but shook his head at the end, "Unfortunately, today's highlight isn't on this item, and… it's not worth 500 Spirit Stones."
"How do you know?" Youngest Sister was puzzled.
Brother Dai took out a small walnut from his pocket, flipped to the bottom, and found a reward notice.
[My toy is lost, please, if found bring it to Room 108, Third Floor, Number 315, Thousand Mechanism Town.
Thank you fee, 100 Spirit Stones.]
"Brother Dai, your intelligence network reaches the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion?" Youngest Sister exclaimed.
Brother Dai smiled faintly, "Such a small matter, not worth mentioning.
"Youngest Sister, if you really want it, wait until the auction ends and this toy fails to sell, if we still have Spirit Stones left, I'll help you buy it.
"We did bring quite a few Spirit Stones this time, but we can't waste them casually, after all, the other item is more important."
Youngest Sister nodded at these words, looking eagerly at the Little Earth Immortal.
She quite liked that little thing.
The thoughts of those in the crowd largely mirrored Brother Dai's; the Little Earth Immortal was seen as a disposable item.
Something that couldn't even break out of its rusty cage seemed useless beyond a toy.
So, after three hammer taps, the loss-making Little Earth Immortal ended up in Miemie's hands.
"Where on earth did I pick up this useless thing?"
Looking at the unsold Little Earth Immortal, Miemie began to doubt her judgment, not understanding why she had picked up such a thing.
Once Auction Sister confirmed that no one fell for the loss-maker, she immediately instructed the staff to drag the little creature banging its head against the iron cage off the stage.
"The next auction item is..."
After several rounds, finally came the last item.
Compared to those before it, this item had a flashy entrance.
The customized effect array from Thousand Mechanism Pavilion activated, a blue light ball teleportation array appeared at the center of the auction stage, electricity danced and generated a strong breeze.
A black-robed cultivator stepped through carrying a large box, standing beside Auction Sister, striking a pose.
"Next, this auctioned item is the last one for today's event."
"Also the most valuable and miraculous one."
"Cactus!"
Auction Sister pointed over at the black-robed cultivator.
But instead of the shock she imagined, there was nothing but doubt.
"Cactus? Aren't those things everywhere in the desert?"
"Damn, we were promised a rare item that improves cultivation and breaks bottlenecks, waited so long and missed out on so much prior."
"Do you suppose the guy in black is named Cactus? You know, I'm quite interested in him, fantastic figure."
"Give me my money back!"
Seeing things weren't right, Auction Sister looked at the black-robed cultivator who had yet to react, she quickly nudged him gently.
The posing black-robed cultivator finally came around, slowly opening the box.
Presenting its contents to the crowd.
Inside the box was a peculiar light blue crystal stone, within which a severed hand was sealed.
The hand was cut clean at the wrist, white as jade, with no signs of decay, looking as if freshly severed.
The palm seemed to be inscribed with a type of array; the pattern was extraordinarily intricate and merely by observing from afar, it could trigger the surrounding meridians, making them run automatically according to some Dharma Method.
The only flaw was both the hand and the array were somewhat incomplete.
The little finger of the hand was cut off entirely, missing three bones.
