Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 603 - 339 The Risk Hedging of the Little Monk

The auction sister noticed that the atmosphere was heating up, and immediately seized the opportunity, adopting a more passionate tone.

"This Immortal palm is a celestial wonder, having fallen along with a meteor atop Cold Mountain half a month ago."

Having said this, she lightly tapped the stage with her finger, and the incense burner in the corner blossomed with three Cyan Lotuses, conjuring up the scene of that day using equipment purchased from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

"According to the cultivator who discovered this palm, that day Cold Mountain had clear weather, and the sun was high in the sky. Yet at noon, a comet suddenly fell, causing chaos in the sky and blotting out the sun.

"When he reopened his eyes, the sky had turned dark, as if a dark moon was burning the sky, and he faintly heard the sounds of dragons and phoenixes chirping..."

The auction sister eloquently narrated, making it as vivid as if she were present at the scene.

"You all can see the pattern on the palm; this phenomenon alone must have stirred your energy, and this is just one of its useful skills.

"If you can comprehend its secrets, Divinity Transformation and Void Refining will be as easy as flipping your hand, and even ascending to Mahayana is not impossible."

After speaking, she deliberately paused for a moment, giving cultivators in the audience and the auction's shills some time to set the mood and start discussions.

If this rhetoric was used in ordinary situations, these cunning loose cultivators would definitely not believe it.

Yet, because that severed palm was too miraculous, her pure embellishments sounded somewhat credible to their ears.

Secret treasures coupled with extraordinary phenomena were common knowledge among these loose cultivators.

Just as the auction sister, who had a background in solo comedy performances, was about to weave some ancient secrets around the severed palm to further enhance its value, an out-of-place voice interrupted her narrative.

"If this item is indeed so wondrous, why don't you keep it for yourselves, and instead offer it for sale?

"Do you have something against ascending to Mahayana yourselves?"

The auction sister's expression remained unchanged, as she looked towards the direction of the voice.

Speaking was a half-grown child, with a shaved head and dressed in an ordinary magic robe, looking as if it didn't belong to the East Sea Buddhist Sect, just a common attire.

The auction sister believed her eyes wouldn't deceive her, guessing that this person should be a wild monk lacking in experience.

Wondering where his master was?

No grasp of etiquette at all.

Yet, the auction sister didn't get angry, and she kindly explained.

"Little Master, this is your first time at such a place, right? We run an auction house, so we have to act according to the consignor's wishes. If the consignor wants to sell, how can we privately keep the auction items?"

The young monk, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, had a look of pure innocence, yet he spoke clearly and assuredly.

At this moment, everyone in the room turned to look at him, yet he showed no hint of fear.

"Industry rules do not prohibit auction houses from purchasing consignor's items, so the question remains.

"If this item truly offers a chance to directly reach Mahayana, why not keep it for yourselves? Why send this opportunity to us and only take a small commission?

"And if you don't desire to ascend to Mahayana, doesn't the consignor desire it either?"

"This..." The auction sister was momentarily rendered speechless by the young monk's words.

Auctions rely firstly on keen judgment and secondly on impulsive purchasing.

When encountering ambiguous good items, with the right atmosphere, a tap of the hammer and a raise from the shill often result in sales at several times the price.

But once you calm down, many things need to be reconsidered.

After all, the concept of overnight gambling isn't ever wise.

At that moment, under the young monk's reasonable analysis, many cultivators in the hall gradually calmed down, their gazes towards the auction sister began to change.

The young monk, seeing the auction sister subdued by his words, continued speaking.

"In my view, although this item has a strange origin, it's really like chicken ribs. If this array pattern is truly as miraculous as you claim, how could you openly showcase it to us?"

"Surely, it's because that palm pattern array talisman is already useless due to its fragmentary state. Otherwise, if I were in your shoes, I would definitely sell this palm in three parts.

"One for the palm pattern imprint, one for the palm itself, and another for the crystal stone wrapped around the palm."

"My friend Zhang Ze once mentioned a term to me, called split sales, saying it's the real strategy to swindle money by selling parts separately."

Listening to the young monk's words, the auction sister broke into a cold sweat, because what he said was indeed faultless.

'I mustn't let him continue speaking.'

The auction sister coughed lightly, signaling the security to quickly move and eject the troublesome young monk.

Unexpectedly, the young monk's eyes became sharp suddenly, truly like an Arhat descended to the world, his aura for a moment suppressed those black-clad security and the auction sister.

"Don't act, little monk has one more thing to say."

"Master, please speak..." The auction sister replied unconsciously.

"Little monk hails from the East Sea Buddhist Sect, my eyesight won't be wrong, this hand is entwined with causality, indeed an evil object, if left unattended, could lead to a major calamity.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've certainly been influenced by it lately!" The young monk confidently bluffed.

"I... seem to indeed, I've been having nightmares often lately..."

After what the young monk said, some people began to murmur.

The young monk folded his hands in prayer, showing a compassionate demeanor again.

"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh, disaster has already manifested..."

"Then... Master, what should we do?" A black-clad cultivator waved away the auction sister's fiery gaze, raising his hand to ask.

"Submit it." The young monk smiled slightly, "This item shall be temporarily kept by me, I will entrust someone to take it back to the Buddhist Sect, where it shall be suppressed in the Zen Forest.

"Of course, our Buddhist Sect will also compensate you."

"Wait a moment, why should I believe you?" The auction sister, slightly frowning, stared at the young monk.