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第一千九百二十八章 五行蕴灵阵

In the center, a blue water dragon appeared in the Zuxian's line, measuring over seven or eight zhang.

It thrashed about with its fangs and claws, its eyes flashing with an eerie light as if it had some sort of consciousness. With a flick of its claws, countless ice spikes and arrows emerged.

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes; the power of this array flag was surprisingly formidable.

The voice of the silver-haired elder continued to echo in their ears: "This array's name is unfamiliar. It’s called the Five Elements Enriched Spirit Array. As its name suggests, it consists of five flags that can mobilize the elemental essence qi of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth from heaven and earth. What you just saw was merely one-fifth of its power.

"Of course, to fully unleash this array's might requires five fellow daoists with different spirit roots. Additionally, their cultivation must surpass the Separation stage, and they need to share a common mind. If only one cultivator is present, then it can only drive one flag, and thus can only utilize a fraction of its power...

"However, there are always exceptions. If any pre-Separation daoist possesses all five attributes in their spirit root, even with just one person, they could operate the array flawlessly. Unfortunately, this condition is too stringent; it’s not easy to meet."

Lin Xuan's heart stirred as he listened. The conditions seemed harsh but were tailor-made for him.

Though he was at the Separation stage, his dual infant and pill effects made his essence qi as deep as that of a pre-Separation cultivator. He lacked all five spirit roots, but through various coincidences, he could easily mobilize the essence qi of all five elements, meeting most of the requirements.

With this thought in mind, the voice of the silver-haired elder continued: "The value of this Five Elements Enriched Spirit Array is clear to everyone. Let's start the bidding now. The base price for each flag is one million mid-grade crystal stones; each bid must be at least five thousand crystal stones..."

"One million..."

"One hundred and five thousand..."

"Two hundred thousand..."

Before he could finish, the bids were already flying, the prices skyrocketing in just a short while to two million mid-grade crystal stones.

The onlookers, all of whom were Separation-stage cultivators, gasped with shock; this price had surpassed their limits. Crucially, the bidding was only beginning, and the pace of price increases showed no signs of slowing down.

Lin Xuan's face revealed a cold smile. It was just another trick, setting such a low base price to draw more cultivators into the competition.

This tactic was akin to feigning retreat to gain an advantage.

Lin Xuan did not rush to bid; he knew that the current price was merely a drop in the bucket. He planned to wait until the price reached a suitable level before making his move, thus avoiding unnecessary effort.

The array flags of the Five Elements Enriched Spirit Array were perfect for him, fitting all aspects so well. If he hadn't known about it, he wouldn't have missed such an opportunity. With his vast resources, Lin Xuan was confident that no one could outbid him.

With this in mind, he closed his eyes and began to rest, believing that the matter would not be resolved quickly. He had time to wait; he could focus on other matters later.

From a rational standpoint, Lin Xuan's plan made sense. However, unexpected events can occur at any moment.

"Two million mid-grade crystal stones..."

A voice with an air of authority drifted from one of the upper boxes.

This announcement halted all bidding as everyone’s faces showed shock and disbelief. No one had ever bid so generously before.

The amount was ten times higher than previous bids; it was beyond description, truly impressive.

All were awed by his generosity, but more so with envy and jealousy.

Lin Xuan's cunning was unparalleled, but the smart ones here weren't just him. Many guessed that the cultivator in the box must be a pre-Separation powerhouse.

Many gave up on competing; not only had the price surpassed their limits, but they lacked the courage to challenge a pre-Separation elder, fearing potential disaster.

The scene turned eerily quiet as if ice was thrown into a fire. The lively atmosphere suddenly became dead silent, with no one speaking.

The silver-haired elder frowned. Two million mid-grade crystal stones seemed outrageous, yet it wasn't far from their psychological threshold. They had hoped to incite the cultivators to bid fiercely, but this unexpected interruption left them frustrated.

Desperately trying to salvage the situation, he didn’t know how to proceed in such a scenario.

Lin Xuan's frown deepened; it was time for him to act. He wouldn't let this treasure fall into someone else’s hands.

Just then, another hoarse voice echoed: "Two million and five thousand crystal stones..."

The silver-haired elder's face lit up with joy. Lin Xuan turned his head in surprise as the bid came from a cultivator seated at the corner. This old man looked emaciated, pale-faced, and thin, with sparse hair and beard, his face lined with wrinkles.

His cultivation level was unknown to Lin Xuan; he could sense a faint mist surrounding him that repelled Lin Xuan's probing consciousness.

Interesting!

Lin Xuan’s face showed amusement but didn’t continue probing. Now was the time for others to panic, not him. He decided to wait and see.

After several breaths of silence, a powerful divine consciousness burst from the box, sweeping towards the emaciated old man.

Sure enough, it was a pre-Separation cultivator!

Initially just a guess, this revelation confirmed his suspicion.

Many cultivators showed reverence; in the East Sea region, pre-Separation cultivators were elite experts. Many had never seen one in their lifetimes.

The divine consciousness was domineering but proved ineffective as the old man's surrounding mist absorbed it like water into mud.

"Ah..."

The person from the box seemed shocked and angry. A voice of surprise and annoyance echoed among the cultivators, followed by a loud crackling sound as visible divine consciousness shot out from the box.

Everyone gasped; clearly, the mysterious elder in the box was enraged. According to auction rules, fighting was forbidden within the venue, but faced with a pre-Separation existence, the shop owner ignored them, allowing him to make a silent profit.

However, an unexpected event occurred: despite the divine consciousness forming a shape, it failed to have any effect. The old man remained listless as everyone suspected he might also be a pre-Separation cultivator.

Regardless of the truth, the auction continued.

The voice from the box spoke again: "Two million and one hundred thousand crystal stones."

A powerful voice echoed; this person truly had the audacity to bid generously. But before his words were finished, the old man interrupted: "Two million and one hundred and five thousand crystal stones..."

This announcement left many cultivators speechless. Each time, the other party raised their bid by the minimum amount, making it seem less like a genuine auction and more like an attempt to disrupt.

The person from the box was taken aback; his strategy was confirmed as he continued to raise bids by five thousand mid-grade crystal stones each time.

Five thousand wasn't insignificant, but in this context, it seemed trivial.

Finally, after reaching three million and five hundred thousand crystal stones, the old man in the box fell silent. A voice filled with anger then entered their ears: "I suspect he’s just here to cause trouble; his body probably doesn’t have that many crystal stones..."

Though the other cultivators remained silent, this statement resonated with them. Three million mid-grade crystal stones was a significant amount; even for pre-Separation cultivators, it would be challenging to produce such wealth.

The mysterious old man might just be hiding his true strength, but so much crystal stone, could he really afford it? The doubts lingered among everyone.

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