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Gu Ping nodded, reaffirming the four words he had just spoken, and repeated them once more: "Wangchuan Autumn Water."
What is "Wangchuan Autumn Water"?
A junior disciple of Lei Dongyue asked, clearly unfamiliar with the four words Gu Ping had mentioned. However, the Spirit Elder was not.
Gu Ping knew that he had made a mistake in his gamble; the one who had produced the Phoenix Feather must have been from the Spirit Rune Pavilion itself. After all, such a rare item would not frequently appear in the World of Mortals. Even if it were to appear in the Celestial Realm, it would still hold significant value. It was well-known that the Fire Phoenix could rival beings like the True Dragon, and during primordial times, Dragons and Phoenixes ruled Tiandong, not mere mortals.
But when the Spirit Elder uttered the words "Phoenix Feather," Gu Ping felt a wave of emotions surge within him—not just ordinary joy or excitement, but a sense of care and regret.
Zhen Yan could now express emotions like a spiritual beast, while Coco was capable of conveying her feelings with such subtlety. This was the first time Gu Ping had witnessed such depth of expression.
When the Spirit Elder repeated "Wangchuan Autumn Water," Gu Ping understood that the Phoenix Feather was now his, as the Spirit Elder's intentions were clearly more mature than he had anticipated, revealing what he truly valued.
Does anyone wish to participate in the bidding?
The Spirit Elder asked again. Noticing that no one dared to speak up, he turned his attention to Gu Ping and the young man from earlier, examining the quality of their presented items.
The Spirit Elder carefully observed the half-scroll held in Gu Ping's left hand and a small vial of spirit dew in his right.
What exactly is in that "Wangchuan Autumn Water"? Liu Lao Jiu eagerly asked Gu Ping, wanting to know more.
Do you know about the several immortality legends in the Ninth Underworld?
Youluo, Underworld... Alas, Hades couldn't recall. Liu Lao Jiu scratched his head as he spoke.
The starting and ending points of the River of Forgetfulness in the legends of Hades resemble a Lutuo. The River of Forgetfulness serves to cleanse the memories of those from the World of Mortals, allowing souls to forget their past experiences. However, if the waters of the River of Forgetfulness flow backward, they can mend broken souls.
Gu Ping did not speak further eastward; Liu Lao Jiu already understood how high Gu Ping's asking price was. After all, that Zhiwang Association was not something to be taken lightly. Each encounter was a rare opportunity.
How did I come to know this? It is likely that not only Liu Lao Jiu found it strange; everyone else also thought it odd. After all, Gu Ping was a person from the World of Mortals, and I do not deny that he was a Nine Nether Person.
Outside the Flowing Cloud Realm, there were gifts from the Nine-Tailed Fox, certainly many things to be had. Gasping was his, and I do not deny that it was mine.
Due to Gu Ping's initial statement, Liu Lao Jiu could pretend he hadn’t heard anything. He initially looked toward the Spirit Elder, wanting to inquire about the origins but felt it inappropriate to discuss such matters with Gu Ping.
So what would the Spirit Elder choose?
Yang Tong glanced at Gan Yuan; both knew that their earlier bid had already crossed paths with Gu Ping and that young man. Yet they found the competition quite interesting and couldn't help but speculate.
He wondered if it would be Wangchuan Autumn Water, as those who understood knew that what the Spirit Elder most desired was likely that very thing.
But would it be Half Volume of the Heavenly Book? That item was truly legendary. Even though there weren't many Wangchuan Autumn Waters among the major sects, there would always be some in their collections. The Moral Book, however, I do not deny, was something everyone could encounter.
He thought it might be Wangchuan Autumn Water since it was a tangible benefit right before them. The Spirit Elder would surely recognize its value. There were few things in the World of Mortals that could restore strength in such a short time; if this opportunity were missed, one would not know when another might arise.
As for the Moral Book, if he had to choose, he would opt for the Moral Book. Ying Wuyi expressed his opinion but stood firm on his own perspective.
Wangchuan Autumn Water needed no further explanation. Lei Dongyue also approached to join the discussion with everyone else.
"I wonder what my chances are?" Liu Lao Jiu asked.
"About seventy percent."
"Only seventy percent?"
"That's quite a lot, considering he is the Spirit Elder. He can guess what he needs. If he truly knows what he wants and whether he desires it, he will choose the Moral Book. After all, that item is indeed rare, and he is still very young."
"Very young," Liu Lao Jiu keenly noted Gu Ping's choice of words. What did that mean? Did it imply a desire for a longer life? If we consider age, perhaps cultivators do not live as long as one might think. In that world, wisdom is given to those who have it, but it does not extend one's lifespan. Therefore, cultivators seek cultivation to become stronger and defy fate.
The Spirit Elder, however, was different. He was granted a long lifespan but lacked the intelligence that should accompany it. Thus, they might live longer but would never possess the qualities of humanity.
The Spirit Elder examined the two items above everyone's heads, alternating his gaze between them. Just when everyone thought the Spirit Elder would choose Wangchuan Autumn Water, he picked up Half Volume of the Heavenly Book instead, pondering over it for a long while before setting it down again.
Although everyone knew that the Phoenix Feather would undoubtedly belong to him, they couldn't help but sweat nervously over the initial item, eager to find out who would ultimately claim the Phoenix Feather.
As time passed slowly, the Spirit Elder still hadn't made a choice. Some people were already feeling suffocated; even their breathing had become constrained as they awaited the outcome.
Cough cough.
After an unknown amount of time, the Spirit Elder finally cleared his throat, preparing to announce the decision.
Everyone looked up at the Spirit Elder, awaiting that moment which felt both solemn and sacred—the largest transaction in the history of Keke and the Spirit Rune Pavilion was about to be completed. For some disciples who had just begun their cultivation journey, this was indeed a historic moment to witness.
Everyone, after much consideration, has decided that the Phoenix Feather, a chance to connect with the legendary phoenix, will be awarded to that unknown young man. Congratulations to me, please call me Liu Dong.
Him?
The young man pointed at Yi Dong in disbelief, and then hurriedly went to receive the Phoenix Feather, completely missing the words that followed from Spirit Elder as he rushed away.
The saying goes that a commoner is guilty of possessing treasures; it seems he understands that well, after all, everyone can be overwhelmed by joy.
Gu Ping shook his head and retracted his River of Forgetfulness. Just as Gu Ping was about to place Wangchuan Autumn Water into his Soul Ring, he suddenly heard Spirit Elder's voice resonate in his heart.
Young man, you didn’t auction off what you wanted, did you?
Gu Ping raised an eyebrow, noticing Spirit Elder smiling at him, just like the polite smile he had given moments ago, and awkwardly adjusted his posture.
Does the old gentleman have any suggestions?
What if I exchange with him for a chance to go to the Righteous and Evil Battlefield?
Spirit Elder proposed his condition, a plan that seemed flawless in his eyes and bound to succeed in the exchange. However, unexpectedly, Gu Ping shook his head with a smile.
The interest is indeed high; after so many years, it’s unlikely that anything remains untouched by the passage of time.
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