93: Thirty thousand yuan

Burial God Abyss.

There is no sun or moon here; eternal gray fog is the only theme.

The mist erodes Spiritual Qi, distorts Laws, and makes all living beings feel a deep suppression from their Divine Souls.

Du'e Collection.

The only distorted place of prosperity in this Jedi, like an ugly scar, lies across the twisted land.

The air in the market was mixed with the smell of blood, the stench of rotting spiritual plants, and the metallic burnt smell of Magic Treasures after smelting.

Every Cultivator walking here had vigilance and brutality written in their eyes.

On their stalls, there were blood-stained fragments of Magic Treasures, still squirming Yao Beast inner cores, and even tattered Daoist robes stripped from ancient remains.

This is a paradise for desperadoes.

It is a moral vacuum.

Su Qing's figure appeared in the center of this chaos.

She wore a green robe, her figure tall and straight, completely out of place with the surrounding filth.

She rented the most prominent display stand in the center of the market, but it was empty.

This strange action immediately attracted countless gazes, like those assessing prey.

The news spread quickly within Du'e Collection.

Lu Yuan, that madman from Qingyun Sect who tried to draw a pie with a piece of waste paper, sent his lackey to auction something.

Only one item would be auctioned.

"Heh, he still has things to sell?"

A one-armed demonic Cultivator laughed hoarsely, revealing his yellow teeth.

"He probably refined himself into a Medicinal Pill and is selling it for a good price, right?"

A burst of harsh laughter erupted from the crowd.

Several Cultivators under Ye Chen mingled among them, their eyes cold.

Their death order was to make this auction the Qingyun Sect's final joke, at all costs.

An hour later, the area around the display stand was packed with people.

They weren't there to buy things.

They were there to watch a good show.

To see how an overconfident madman would fall from the clouds and then be mercilessly trampled into the mud.

Su Qing always kept her back straight.

She ignored all the harsh discussions, like an emotionless jade sculpture.

The auspicious time had arrived.

She took out the 【karma body tempering pill】 from her Storage Pouch.

The Medicinal Pill was placed in a transparent crystal box.

When it appeared, the clamor on site miraculously quieted down.

Then, even more intense doubts and jeers erupted.

"What is this thing? A broken stone?"

"It doesn't even have Spiritual Qi fluctuations, and she dares to bring it out to make a fool of herself?"

Su Qing remained unmoved.

Her voice was clear and firm, cutting through all the noise.

"This pill is named 【karma body tempering pill】."

"Its effect is to resist the erosion of Laws."

A brief moment of dead silence.

Immediately following was a volcanic eruption of mockery.

"Hahahaha! Law erosion? Who does she think she is? A Soul Transformation Dao Lord?"

"Little girl, aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue when you boast so much!"

Su Qing's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally settling on a gray-robed old man with chaotic aura in a corner.

He was a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Half of his body had been eroded by the Law turbulence of the Burial God Abyss, and his skin showed a gray, petrified appearance.

"Fellow Daoist, do you dare to come up and try?"

Su Qing spoke, extending an invitation.

Everyone's gaze converged on that Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Struggle flashed in the gray-robed old man's cloudy eyes.

The shill arranged by Ye Chen immediately shouted loudly.

"Don't fall for it! That Medicinal Pill must be highly poisonous; she wants to drag someone down with her!"

The gray-robed old man's body stiffened, and the faint light that had just ignited in his eyes dimmed.

Su Qing watched him quietly and spoke again.

Her voice was utterly calm.

"After testing the pill, win or lose, Qingyun Sect is willing to pay you one thousand karma points as remuneration."

One thousand karma points!

The crowd stirred.

For a Nascent Soul Cultivator who was severely injured and on the verge of death, this was a life-saving fortune.

The gray-robed old man struggled to stand up.

Step by step, he walked onto the display stand.

Under countless gazes of schadenfreude, pity, and curiosity, he picked up the Medicinal Pill and swallowed it whole.

The scene was deadly silent.

Everyone waited to see his tragic death from poisoning.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The gray-robed old man did not fall.

The gray, petrified part of his body surface suddenly began to tremble violently.

Visible, twisted black Daoist rhymes furiously overflowed from his pores!

The black Qi dissipated.

That half-petrified body, under the watchful eyes of all, actually returned to its normal flesh and blood color!

Even, a faint precious light seemed to circulate beneath his skin!

The old man closed his eyes, feeling the long-lost, smoothly flowing spiritual power within his body.

Two lines of cloudy tears silently slid down.

He suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long, unrestrained roar that had been suppressed for a hundred years!

The Nascent Soul pressure contained in the roar made all Golden Core Cultivators turn pale and retreat repeatedly.

The entire venue was dead silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

The next moment.

Came countless heavy, extremely greedy breaths.

Everyone's eyes had changed.

From watching a show to looking at a deity.

That was not a Medicinal Pill.

That was life!

It was a rampant pass in this damned Burial God Abyss!

Su Qing's clear voice sounded again.

"Starting price, one thousand karma points."

"Each bid increase must not be less than one hundred."

"Now, begin."

"Two thousand!"

Before her words finished, a Holy Land Disciple impatiently roared.

"Three thousand!"

"Five thousand! My Demonic Flame Mountain wants this item! Whoever tries to snatch it will die!"

"Ten thousand! My Ghost King Sect bids ten thousand! Who else?"

The price soared at a terrifying speed.

Those Cultivators who had been mocking earlier were now flushed, their eyes fanatical like gamblers.

Just then, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of a demonic Cultivator under Ye Chen's command.

He suddenly erupted, turning into a streak of blood-light, attempting to rush onto the display stand and snatch it!

As soon as he moved.

A cold metallic light flashed.

The market's enforcement Puppet, responsible for maintaining order, had appeared behind him at some point.

Its huge metal palm was so fast it surpassed Divine Sense reaction.

"Pfft."

The demonic Cultivator's head was directly crushed, and red and white matter splattered everywhere.

A mechanical voice, devoid of any emotion, echoed throughout the venue.

"Those who disrupt the order of Du'e Collection shall die."

This bloody scene made everyone's scalp tingle.

But the frenzy of bidding did not stop in the slightest.

"Twenty thousand!"

"Twenty-five thousand!"

"Thirty thousand!"

A hoarse voice came from the shadows of the crowd.

This bid directly extinguished the fervor of the entire venue.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a mysterious Black-Robed Man completely shrouded in a wide black robe; his face was indistinguishable, but one could feel his unfathomable aura.

Thirty thousand karma points.

No one else increased their bid.

Su Qing's gaze was as calm as water.

"Thirty thousand once."

"Thirty thousand twice."

"Thirty thousand thrice."

"Sold."

She handed the crystal box to the Black-Robed Man, and the Exchange's notification sound rang simultaneously; thirty thousand karma points had arrived in her account.

The auction ended.

But the storm it stirred had just begun.

Su Qing stepped off the display stand, preparing to return to Qingyun Sect amidst countless gazes of awe, greed, and apprehension.

Just then.

Lu Yuan's voice clearly sounded in her mind.

It was a new instruction, one that she herself found unbelievable.

"Immediately and entirely subscribe the thirty thousand karma points obtained from the auction to 【moonlight resuscitation no. 1】."