With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 110 - 109: As Promised

"Thank you, fellow Daoists, and esteemed seniors, for gracing our Cloud Cauldron Pavilion."

"Some pill ingredients are rare and difficult to refine, therefore, our Cloud Cauldron Pavilion will hold an auction every five years from today, auctioning these rare pills."

"Of course, if any Daoist can provide the ingredients, they will be given priority purchase rights."

Ouyang Yun waved his hand, and lines of text appeared in mid-air.

This was the Basic Level Magic: Illusion Technique.

"The first auction item, ten sets of Celestial Time Pills, each set containing ten pills, starting price of one hundred upper-grade Spirit Stones."

One upper-grade Spirit Stone equals one hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones, and ten thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones, and even for Outer Disciples of the Nine Great Sects, their annual resources are only six lower-grade Spirit Stones.

But as soon as the words fell, there were immediately bids below.

"One hundred and fifty upper-grade Spirit Stones."

"Two hundred upper-grade Spirit Stones!"

"Two hundred and thirty!"

The production of Celestial Time Pills is limited and cannot meet demand; the Nine Great Sects required five thousand middle-grade Spirit Stones, which is fifty upper-grade Spirit Stones, but even so they are hard to come by.

It seems now that a set of Celestial Time Pills for less than five hundred upper-grade Spirit Stones is out of reach.

The subsequent Evergreen Pill was slightly quieter but still quite popular, with several second-tier sects entering the bidding.

When it came to the Fourth and Fifth Grade Pills, a few of the present dignitaries also finally made their move.

By the time it was Master Yunding’s Sixth Grade Pills, even those with Fake Cores made their move.

There were few Sixth-Grade Alchemists downstream of Qingqiu River, and even if there were, they didn’t have all the Pill Formulas that Master Yunding had.

Ouyang Yun stood on the high platform, calmly setting one auction after another.

Below the platform, from the direction of the Celestial Dust Sect, a gaze glanced at the stage, soon shifting away, silently heading out of the Cloud Cauldron Pavilion.

The leading cultivator of the Celestial Dust Sect did not say much, just sighed softly with a complicated expression.

...............

Nine Clouds Market.

On the street, a person in a black robe and hood walked by.

A few people lounging by the roadside exchanged a look when they saw this person pass, and silently followed.

Last time in the South Mountain Secret Realm, many died, but many also got rich.

In these fifteen years, not only did Alchemy Dao develop, but Tribulation Cultivators also made a fortune.

Even after fifteen years, there are still a few fat sheep to be slaughtered.

A Spiritual Mark subtly marked the corner of the black-robed person’s clothing.

The Law Enforcement Team maintains general stability in Nine Clouds Market.

However, no matter how detailed, some hidden places are still disorderly; as long as it doesn’t cause trouble or affect the order of Nine Clouds Market, they turn a blind eye.

After passing through a sparsely populated corner, the few exchanged glances.

It is not necessarily easier to make a move outside Nine Clouds Market than inside; timing is key to such actions.

Sometimes the open spaces outside Nine Clouds Market are more conspicuous, and going any further risks losing the target.

The few skillfully surrounded the black-robed person, connecting their True Essence and erupting in an instant to fiercely suppress them.

One of the gray-clothed individuals reached out, intending to knock out the black-robed person.

"Bang."

The gray-clothed person flew backward, crashing hard against the wall.

All present were taken aback.

Upon further observation, a uniformed Law Enforcement Team cultivator stood in the original spot.

He remained calm, his aura already reaching Qi Refining Perfection, making him a rare master within the Law Enforcement Team.

The tribulation cultivators’ pupils shrank, frozen in place.

"L-Lord..."

One of the tribulation cultivators managed a stiff smile.

But the Law Enforcement Team cultivator ignored them; he simply turned respectfully and saluted.

"Alchemist Ouyang, how should we handle these people?"

Behind the Law Enforcement Team cultivator, a gentle young master in white stood quietly, with his hands hidden in his sleeves and three silver patterns embroidered on his collar.

It was none other than Ouyang Yun, accompanied by five other masters from the Law Enforcement Team, each a Qi Refining Perfection expert, all respectfully surrounding Ouyang Yun like stars around a moon.

"According to the rules," Ouyang Yun said indifferently.

"Alchemist Ouyang?" a voice full of surprise sounded from beneath the black-hooded person’s hood.

The hood flipped back to reveal a young face.

A flicker of surprise appeared on Ouyang Yun’s face; this person was none other than Ye Fan, whom he had known for over ten years.

Currently, Ye Fan had broken through from the Qi Refining Fifth Layer to the Qi Refining Eighth Layer within a mere fifteen years, a terrifyingly fast pace; without exceptional talent, there must have been a great opportunity.

And Ouyang Yun recognized Ye Fan had just auctioned a set of Third-Grade Golden Crow Red Blood Pills, a pill far more valuable than the Cyan Bamboo Pill, unaffordable for an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator.

However, Ouyang Yun had no intention of probing into the matter.

Ouyang Yun simply nodded.

"Since Alchemist Ouyang is here, I am heading to challenge my brother at Cyan Cloud Sword Sect in three months. I have already issued a challenge letter, and my brother has accepted. Alchemist Ouyang, you may come to observe." Ye Fan smiled.

This seemed like another clichéd plot, but it had nothing much to do with Ouyang Yun. However, remembering that fifteen years ago, Ye Fan had given him a precious Sixth-Grade Pill Formula, and throughout these years, Ye Fan had continually gifted him rare Pill Formulas, while Ouyang Yun had refined pills for Ye Fan in return.

But in essence, Ouyang Yun still owed Ye Fan a favor.

"Alright."

"Here is the exact time."

Ye Fan handed a Record Jade to Ouyang Yun, assessing the surrounding atmosphere before quickly taking his leave.

Several tribulation cultivators were dragged away by the Law Enforcement Team cultivators.

Ouyang Yun glanced into a corner, stepping forward and gliding as if carried by the wind.

He reached out and grabbed a wrist, belonging to a yellow-clothed figure wearing a bamboo hat and veil.

The person had been intending to leave.

"You are recovering well."

"Go away, I don’t know you."

"Sha Miaomiao, I will help you. The Vessel-Continuing Essence Pill can mend your meridians, the Reunion Pill can restore your Dantian, and the Nine Jiao Red Blood Pill combined with the Yellow Dragon Skin Painting Pill can restore your appearance."

Ouyang Yun swiftly removed Sha Miaomiao’s bamboo hat and veil, revealing a face like a Yin Yang mask.

Sha Miaomiao’s gaze was entirely different from before. Previously, when Ouyang Yun looked at her like this, she would return his gaze with fiery eyes; now she avoided it.

Once, Sha Miaomiao had lost her entire left leg, half of her right leg, her entire left arm, and half of her face; such injuries could not be fully healed even with the combined efforts of Master Yunding and the Celestial Dust Sect.

In my past life, such injuries were essentially a death sentence, but this is the Cultivation Realm.

"Wait for me."

[You make a promise to Sha Miaomiao.]

[In the same year, you join Ye Fan as you head to the Cyan Yuan Sword Sect.]

[There are countless grievances and resentments between Ye Fan and his brother that outsiders cannot truly understand; now is the time for Ye Fan’s revenge.]

[Three days later, Ye Fan unexpectedly dies.]

[On the same day, a third-rate faction, the Ye Family, Ye Fan’s place of origin, is annihilated.]