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  "Sir, please come in."

  Mó Tiān Gē followed a female cultivator who was at the first level of refining her Qi. They passed through layer upon layer of curtains, and turned around one corridor after another, finally arriving at a grand hall.

  This hall is naturally much smaller than the one at the previous day's banquet, but its luxurious splendor is truly astonishing.

  The floor is paved with jade bricks, the walls are painted with golden powder, and the hall is decorated with hundred-year-old wooden tables and chairs made of Lingmu wood. Even the teapot on the table was crafted by the extraordinary beauty Yu. There are also precious stones inlaid everywhere - even if worldly jewels are not worth mentioning to a monk, it would cost a fortune to build such a grand hall, let alone that most of them have spiritual energy, obviously not just ordinary objects.

  The Hu family is indeed worthy of being the first family of the number one sect, with such immense wealth and arrogance.

  Mochen Song stood at the entrance, being dazzled by these decorations - it was really too luxurious.

  "Sir, please record your token."

  A voice came from beside her, and Tian Ge turned around to see another low-ranking female cultivator standing respectfully by her side. She realized her own loss of composure, but fortunately the woman didn't show any mocking expression. It seemed like she was used to it. Come to think of it, most cultivators didn't love jewelry, so such a luxurious scene was rarely seen.

  The stranger handed over the token, and the female cultivator took it, noted down the number, and then handed it back. She smiled at him: "Young master, please help yourself. If you see something you like, just take it to the back to pay for it. If you don't understand, you can also ask the maid to introduce you."

  Mo Tian Ge slightly furrowed his brow, didn't say anything, just nodded, and then stepped into the arena.

  She noticed that the female cultivator was just like the one who had brought her in, not addressing her as a fellow daoist but rather as "young master", with an extremely respectful attitude. Clearly she was a servant's identity, and not a cultivator's identity.

  As soon as she entered the hall, she saw many beautiful female cultivators waiting in the corner of the wall, listening for orders from guests. They should be the female cultivators who recorded the command tokens. The Hu family is really generous, with at least fifty or sixty female cultivators, their cultivation ranging from the lowest first layer to the fifth layer, each one exceeding the standard of beauty, with humble and gentle attitudes. It's actually using beauty to delight guests.

  Seeing some guests bringing so-called "maids" who were joking and strolling around, made Mo Tian Ge feel very uncomfortable. Especially when she thought that the first sect's first family would use such means to entertain their guests, it made her suddenly lose all good feelings towards the Hu family.

  But whether or not she has a good impression is unimportant, she came here to buy things, not to make connections, as long as the goods are in hand.

  Looking around, this underground hall is not as large as the one in the Bao Shi Taoist Association, but it's still quite spacious. The hall is filled with over a hundred tables, and yet it still feels roomy. These tables are packed tightly with all sorts of objects, mostly various materials, while spiritual instruments and elixirs are scarce. This is normal, as spiritual instruments and elixirs are always in demand, only hard-to-identify or less frequently used materials become inventory, and the spiritual instruments and elixirs on display here are probably just for show by the Hu family.

  At this time, there aren't many guests yet. Most of them are cultivators above the 8th layer of Qi Refining, and a small portion are Foundation Building cultivators. There aren't any Nascent Soul cultivators. It's also to be expected; although this auction is selling so-called top-grade items, Nascent Soul cultivators and above only want heavenly treasures and earthly riches - how could ordinary top-grade items satisfy them?

  These monks each surrounded a table full of objects, discussing and appreciating them. Mo Tian Ge looked around but was blocked from view, so he walked to the side of the wall and asked the female cultivator standing there: "Excuse me, where is the spiritual grass?"

  When he heard her ask, he first bowed respectfully and then raised his head to say: "I'll take the young master over."

  "No need." Mo Tian Ge immediately refused, being treated like a young master by the female cultivator was something she couldn't bear. She only realized her tone was stiff after speaking and added another sentence: "I just want to take my time and stroll around on my own."

  The nun didn't say anything either, still pointing quietly with her: "It's just over there."

  Along the way, Mo Tian Ge had already seen his target, nodded and said: "Thank you."

  The nun simply bowed and said: "You may go as you please, if you need anything, just call us."

  Although her attitude was good, Mo Tian Ge felt increasingly uncomfortable. She had long known that female cultivators generally had low cultivation levels and therefore their status was not high, but to be so blatant about using female cultivators as sex objects, she still couldn't accept it. It was just someone else's business, what qualifications did she have to say anything, she could only pretend not to see it for her own peace of mind.

  There were several tables of guests at the Lingcao, and Mo Tian Ge had some anxiety in his heart. He walked directly towards the direction of Lingcao. In his heart, he secretly prayed that Zi Zhu was not yet bought by someone else. Also, it must be more than 500 years old, otherwise it would be a waste of joy.

  The Ling Grass is one of the most concerned items, and at this time, most people are surrounding several tables around the Ling Grass.

  The Heavenly Song had just approached when he saw five or six people surrounding a table, one of whom was commenting: "This thousand-year-old ginseng, although it's a common worldly medicine, has the advantage of being long-lived. After over a thousand years, even ordinary grass becomes spiritual grass. What more can be said about ginseng, which has been known for its cultivation since ancient times? When it reaches over a thousand years old, it completely surpasses spiritual grass."

  Another person said: "This star leaf grass is also good, but it's a kind of spiritual grass that doesn't appear easily. Some special elixirs need it, so although the shelf life isn't long, it's worth buying."

  "There's also this non-flower non-leaf, everyone knows it's a good thing. Although one hundred years isn't long, it's not easy to get either. However, currently only Dingyuan Dan uses this spiritual grass, and the usage is too small."

  Moyan Song pretended to be interested. She leaned in and listened for a while, found a gap to glance at the table, didn't see Zichuan, so she went to the next table. Repeating this process, until the seventh table, she finally saw her target.

  This purple ginseng is like a dark purple stone, palm-sized, with thick and fleshy leaves, quietly lying in the box.

  Moke Tiansong took a look at the description above: "Purple Ganoderma, 600 years old, finished product. 500 pieces of spiritual stone." He then leaned in and sniffed it lightly, smelling a rich and slightly sweet aroma, which was consistent with what was written in the book.

  She took a look around and saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she calmed down and slowly picked up the box, then walked over to another table.

  She pretended to browse and picked a 300-year-old Duxiacao, then went to the innermost counter.

  The person standing behind the counter was no longer a woman, but an old man with a white beard, wearing a neat blue robe, looking very steady.

  Mo Tian Ge handed over the two jade boxes in her hands, and this monk took them and opened them. He looked at her with some surprise and said: "One portion of 600-year-old Zi Zhu, one portion of 300-year-old Du Bu Cao, totaling 700 spiritual stones."

  Mo Tian Ge didn't hesitate, handed over the Ling Stone, took two jade boxes and stuffed them into his Qian Kun bag.

  The reason why the money was paid so neatly is that everyone here is relatively rich, and the 600-year-old Zi Zhu and the 300-year-old Du Bu Cao Qi Bai Ling Shi are already considered cheap. If it's not neat, people will suspect what they're doing at this auction.

  Besides, as the first family of the first sect, 700 spirit stones are just a small business for the Hu family. She bought one or two items, others may not even remember.

  At this time, Zizhi was safely tucked away in the Qiankun bag, and Mò Tiān Gē finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he had the mood to stroll around the sales fair.

  Yesterday, although I received news from Purple Bamboo, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I imagined many possible situations that might happen, but none of them occurred, and I was really lucky.

  No longer with a purpose, Mo Tian Ge discovered that this sale indeed had many good things. Many materials she had only seen in books were all placed on the table. It made her want to buy them. However, after thinking about it for a moment, she felt there was no need to make a purchase - special items, unless they were used to refine special pellets or spiritual instruments, what use would they be? If not usable, even if good quality, it would still be a waste of money.

  However, occasionally there are lucky people who suddenly see the materials they want to buy, and excitedly pick them up and rush over to pay with spirit stones.

  As time passed, more and more people arrived. Although the hall was large, it seemed crowded due to being filled with tables.

  Mo Tian Ge selected a few more materials that might be useful and a large bottle of Spirit Recovery Pills, after paying he wanted to find a quiet place.

  This discovery shocked her.

  Jiang Chengxian!

  Not far away, Jiang Chengxian and two other young men wearing Tian Dao Zong disciple robes came with several female cultivators. The three of them walked while chatting and laughing, seemingly very happy.

  Mo Tian Ge swiftly dodged around a table, evading them, his heart filled with wonder.

  Was Jiang Chengxian originally traveling with her? He seems to be extremely familiar with these two Tian Dao Sect disciples, could it be that he's visiting friends? That doesn't seem too likely either, as it would be strange for this young master to hurry along the road for twenty days just to visit friends. But if it wasn't to visit friends, then why did he appear so lively with those two and even come together to participate in the auction?

  Shook his head, couldn't think of anything. However, this Jiang Chengxian was indeed not a good thing, and the disciple who traveled with him had just died a few days ago, yet he was still carefree and having fun with other friends.

  Of course, she knew that her whereabouts should not be known to Jiang Chengxian, lest he saw a familiar face and had some suspicions - although Master Jiang would definitely not notice such a small disciple like her, after all, they were from the same sect and often met each other, it was normal to recognize each other.

  Thus, Mo Tian Ge lowered his head and slowly walked through the crowd to the entrance. Just as he was about to step out, he was stopped by someone.

  "Sorry, young master, you can't leave until the sale is over."

  Moyan Song was taken aback: "Is there such a rule?"

  The female cultivator guarding the gate nodded: "Not bad, you can wait for another hour before leaving, at that time..."

  "An hour?" She didn't dare take risks, but on the Hu family's turf, she definitely wasn't in control.

  The nun observed his words and appearance, saw that he was unwilling, and smiled: "Young master, even if I let you out, the family's foundation repair monks are guarding the door outside, so..."

  If she didn't have to think about going out at all. She sighed: "What... what if I don't want to see it again?"

  The woman still smiled and said: "Then please wait a little longer." As she spoke, she beckoned with her hand, and another beautiful female cultivator came over and paid her respects.

  The woman guarding the door said: "Take this young master to rest for a while."

  The nun bowed her head and turned towards the sky, singing: "This... young master, please follow me."

  I've checked it again. Still, Chapter 78 has been revised a bit, hoping it will sound more natural.