Sage of Humanity-Chapter 453 451: Spirit Fortune Stick Auction

Shen Xiaomao and Ruan Qingzhu had left their marks on each other; after all, they had signed the Heaven's Augury Pact and were partners in a trusted mutual defense alliance.

By nightfall at the mercantile union, the auction of spirit fortune sticks had begun.

Differently from what Lu Ye expected, each cultivator participating in the auction received a small object from the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union, made from an unknown material. It was about the length of a finger and looked like a jade rod.

After being instructed on its use by the union's manager, Lu Ye gripped the jade rod in his partition and immersed his mind into it.

In an instant, the scene shifted, somewhat similar to his experiences entering the Heaven's Augury treasure vault each time, and his mind suddenly appeared in a closed-off small room.

Inside the small room was nothing else but floating spirit fortune sticks—most were white, around a hundred possibly, then green ones, also a good dozen, a few were blue, and in the center, a uniquely singular purple one!

Who knew which lucky individual had snagged this purple spirit fortune stick, not requiring it yet bringing it out for auction.

It was understandable though, as cultivators' cultivation consumed too many resources, and many cultivators lived frugally. This situation did not change as a cultivator's cultivation level increased.

Next to each spirit fortune stick was a number indicating its value, and as Lu Ye watched, these numbers were continuously increasing.

After looking for a while, Lu Ye understood that the changing numbers next to the spirit fortune sticks represented their prices.

At this moment, many cultivators were undoubtedly like him—immersed in this small space participating in the auction.

This method was quite novel, as all bidders would not face each other, thus nobody knew who was bidding, and even if someone won the best purple spirit fortune stick, they did not have to worry about being targeted by schemers.

Lu Ye hazily guessed that this auction method was related to the use of merits as bidding chips, as the only place cultivators could use merits was the Heaven's Augury treasure vault.

This must be an auction involving Heaven's Augury otherwise, merits would not be utilized.

The value of spirit fortune sticks was a quandary.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ye messaged Shen Xiaomao to ask about it.

"Are you at the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union?" Shen Xiaomao realized something, "As for the spirit fortune sticks, a white one is generally worth around 200 merits, and it's not worth it if it goes over 220. You can calculate the others proportionally."

Lu Ye thanked him.

If a white spirit fortune stick was worth around 200 merits, then a green one would be 600, blue ones would be 1,800, and purple would need 5,400 merits. As for the gold ones, which Lu Ye had never seen before, each was valued at 16,200 merits.

According to Shen Xiaomao, if the price inflated more than 10 percent, it wouldn't be worth it.

With a measuring standard in mind, Lu Ye looked back at the rows of spirit fortune sticks and found it exactly as Shen Xiaomao had described.

The price of each white spirit fortune stick fluctuated around 200, green ones around 600, blues at about 1,800 points, and the unique purple one had already escalated to 5,500.

Lu Ye, of course, was eyeing the purple one. He raised his hand and tapped on the purple spirit fortune stick, which immediately emitted a stream of light and its price changed to 5,550.

Seeing this, Lu Ye speculated further and tapped on a white spirit fortune stick; as its price changed, it too emitted light.

Indeed, the glowing spirit fortune sticks were those he had bid on, and he was still holding the bid; those that did not glow indicated either loss of bid eligibility or no bids.

Having figured this out, Lu Ye began actively participating in the auction.

In no time, many spirit fortune sticks lit up, but quickly, the glowing stick after stick dimmed, which was undoubtedly due to someone outbidding him.

With over seventy thousand merits in hand, Lu Ye was not afraid of anyone; he kept raising his bids!

As time passed, spirit fortune sticks sporadically vanished, representing those taken by others.

Lu Ye managed to acquire over a dozen white spirit fortune sticks, priced at 220 or less, which was still acceptable.

Moments later, he acquired several green ones and two blue ones.

One spirit fortune stick after another disappeared, until finally, only the purple spirit fortune stick remained.

At this moment, the price of this purple spirit fortune stick had astonishingly reached 5,900.

If relying on Shen Xiaomao's experiences, this purple spirit fortune stick would not be worth it if it surpassed 6,000.

But at this moment, Lu Ye just wanted to increase his cultivation level quickly and spending a bit more merits was acceptable.

The glowing purple spirit fortune stick suddenly dimmed, and the price changed to 5,950, clearly someone had outbid Lu Ye.

Lu Ye immediately increased his bid...

In a back and forth with his anonymous competitor, the price finally steadied at 6,200.

The opponent stopped bidding, either surpassing his capability or his budget.

After waiting a moment, the purple spirit fortune stick flickered uncertainly three times and then glowed brightly.

This was the sign every previous acquired spirit fortune stick had shown, and Lu Ye immediately understood that this spirit fortune stick was now his.

He reached out and took the purple spirit fortune stick, storing it in his storage space.

The auction ended, and Lu Ye's mind withdrew from the small room.

Upon checking his gains, he found fifteen white spirit fortune sticks, six green ones, two blue, and one purple, having spent almost 16,800 merits. From his original amount of over 70,000 merits, only about 57,000 remained.

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A great harvest, Lu Ye was undoubtedly satisfied. With so many spirit fortune sticks, once he returned to the spirit ground, he only needed a few days of seclusion to reach Cloud River Level 2, and although Cloud River Level 3 seemed unlikely, it would still save him a lot of painstaking cultivation time.

After leaving the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.

For a cultivator like Lu Ye with low cultivation in the Cloud River Realm, the night was not really suitable for traveling, and staying overnight at the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union was the best choice.

But considering he was not in the spirit ground, where the defensive power was greatly reduced, Lu Ye had no choice but to set off overnight.

Moonlight sprinkled down, and the spirit ark flew swiftly, with Amber, perched on Lu Ye's shoulder, in high spirits.

Ever since learning the cultivation method of absorbing moonlight from the Giant Armor, Amber was happiest in such weather, perched on Lu Ye's shoulder, visibly absorbing the moonlight into its belly as it breathed in and out.

They sped along.

While flying, Lu Ye suddenly saw a streak of light rapidly approaching from the side, moving incredibly fast.

By its trajectory, it was unmistakably heading straight for him.

Lu Ye's expression darkened, thinking he was indeed unlucky. Although he did not know the other party's intent, the posture alone was enough to tell that the newcomer bore ill will.

Judging from the other party's speed and the faint fluctuations of spirit force, the newcomer had at the very least a Level 7-8 cultivation in the Cloud River Realm.

After encountering a few Cloud River Realm cultivators, Lu Ye had developed his own criteria for judging the levels of others' cultivation. He did not dare say it was completely accurate, but at least the error margin was not large.

He was no match!

Lu Ye immediately changed direction, boosted by Move-Like-The-Wind, and hurriedly fled.

The person behind him pursued relentlessly.

The gap in strength was too great; even with the Move-Like-The-Wind Spirit Runes boost, the distance between them slowly closed. Just as Lu Ye was considering whether to activate Wings, Yiyi's voice suddenly sounded, "Lu Ye, something seems off with that person, looks like he's fallen down."

Lu Ye looked back and saw the chasing streak of light had become extremely dim. Within the streak, a figure was clumsily plummeting downwards, struggling to stabilize but failing to do so.

This guy… was injured?

Lu Ye halted, watching as the other party awkwardly landed on the ground. If it weren't for forcibly stabilizing his body near the ground, he might have really crashed to his death.

If the other party was unscathed, Lu Ye would naturally flee as far as possible, but if the other party was seriously injured, then there was no need to be so wary.

Now thinking about it, the other party coming to him might not have had malicious intent, but instead might have been seeking his help?

Standing still for a moment to ponder, Lu Ye flew towards the direction where the man had fallen.

Shortly after, he saw a figure leaning against a big tree, soaked in blood, truly severely injured, with a fist-sized hole in his chest through which twitching organs could be faintly seen. The wounds didn't stop there; his body was covered in injuries, clearly having endured a fierce battle.

With such injuries… he couldn't survive!

Lu Ye, often injured himself, could tell the severity of the injuries at a glance.

Leaning against the tree, the man breathed lightly, seemingly noticing his arrival, opened his eyes, and met Lu Ye's gaze.

He clenched the bloody longsword in his hand, gave Lu Ye a miserable smile, and said in an extremely weak voice, "Fellow Daoist, you sure run fast!"

"Why chase me?" Lu Ye didn't understand. This guy looked like he was about to die; why bother chasing him, making him think the other was up to no good and unnecessarily worrying him for a while.

The other opened his mouth and said, "I can't survive. It's not easy encountering a person. I want to entrust Fellow Daoist with a task."

"What task?"

"Help me deliver this sword to the Blinding Speed Sect." The man raised the blood-stained longsword in his hand.

"Blinding Speed Sect… the sect from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge?" Lu Ye's mind stirred. If he remembered correctly, he had collected protection money from this sect at the Spirit Stream battlefield.

In other words, this sect was above the 3rd grade and had its own presence in the core circle of the Spirit Stream battlefield.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Haotian Alliance?" The man faintly picked up on some information from Lu Ye's tone.

Lu Ye remained silent.

"It doesn't matter. Just delivering a sword can be entrusted to the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union. There's no need for Fellow Daoist to make the trip personally. If Fellow Daoist agrees, besides this sword, all the possessions on my body belong to you. I won't lie to you; I am actually quite wealthy."

"I can do that." Lu Ye nodded.

Just delivering a sword, especially by entrusting the Heaven's Augury Mercantile Union to do so, was not a difficult task.

"That's very good." The man relaxed, gave a bitter smile, and said, "All these years of cultivation… all for nothing in the end."

Lu Ye remained silent, not having experienced what it felt like to be in the other man's situation, but such has always been the way of the cultivation world, life and death.