C11 Replenishment

Boom.

A non-existent sound rang in Lin Fan's dantian. Wisps of spiritual energy flowed along his meridians, condensing into the sixth drop of water crystal in Lin Fan's dantian. A sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart, and he opened his eyes slightly. Lin Fan heard Elder Mo's familiar voice.

"Hehe, you succeeded?" Old Mo's voice did not contain any emotion, otherwise Lin Fan would have been able to feel a hint of excitement from his words. Although it was just a small advancement, but for Lin Fan, this one month was already quite terrifying.

After three years of cultivation, he had only cultivated with three strands of spiritual energy. Now, in just one month, he had already stepped into the realm of six strands of spiritual energy. This sort of speed could be called monstrous. Even Elder Mo felt that Lin Fan was incredulous. His talent was clearly inferior to others, but with the assistance of pills, he was like a flood, unstoppable.

"Yes, I have entered the six Spiritual Energies." The corner of Lin Fan's mouth rose slightly. Although Lin Fan was quite excited about this level up, he still suppressed it. Because this little bit of strength was far from enough.

Recently, Lin Fan had realized that strength was everything in the continent. It was also because of this that Lin Fan found out that for the past three years, he had been in a muddled state. If it weren't for his father and Elder Mo, he would have long been one of the many.

In the past few days, he had learned how important strength was in this world.

"That's good, that's good. Six strands of spiritual energy, it's time to cultivate a martial skill." Elder Mo repeatedly said two 'good' words. Although his old face seemed calm, he was unable to conceal the fiery passion within his heart.

Looking at Old Mo's expression, a sparkle flashed across Lin Fan's eyes. For the past three years, his teacher had never asked him for anything. However, everyone knew that the effort Old Mo put into him was not inferior to his father's. Compared to Lin Zhannan, Old Mo hoped even more that Lin Fan would grow. After all, the enemies Old Mo faced were not something that could be restrained in this small Southern Border Town.

If he wasn't strong, how would he protect his teacher, and the people around him?

What he didn't know was that Lin Fan had already decided in his heart to become a powerful being. It wasn't for anything else, but to protect his family and his teacher.

"..."

The auction was nearing its end. Old Mo still could not find a suitable martial skill. He could not help but feel a little regretful. At this moment, the old man on the stage smiled and spoke to the martial artists below the stage.

"Haha, everyone, today's auction's last item is a martial skill book." Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique, Eight Desolations Palm, starting price eight hundred thousand gold coins. "

The old man's words immediately caused the originally somewhat cold atmosphere in the hall to surge to a climax once more. In the Spirit Qi Continent, martial skills were pitifully few in number. Now that he had actually seen a Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique, how could he not be excited?

Back in the Southern Border Town, a warrior had unexpectedly obtained a high-grade Yellow Rank martial skill. After reaching large success in cultivation, in the Southern Border Town, he had single-handedly established a power. And when he was in the Southern Border Town, this power was almost equal to the current Lin Clan. This kind of power was all reliant on that Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Technique. Even though that person was killed by the combined forces of their enemies in the end, such tyrannical power still remained in the hearts of these warriors.

Hearing that there was such a powerful martial skill in this auction, the eyes of these warriors were full of greed. One must know that in this hall, there were guards of the Yang clansmen. Only because of Yang Batian's strength did these people slightly restrain themselves. Otherwise, he would have tried to rob them. This kind of murder was common in the Spiritual Qi Continent.

"Quiet. If anyone is interested in this book of martial skills, then show them your background." The old man was extremely satisfied with the current atmosphere. This kind of intense effect was really what he needed. A Yellow Rank martial skill was indeed not bad. However, the equivalent of a Yang Clan member was not something hard to find. As long as one had money, even a Profound Ranked Martial Technique would be easy to obtain. It was only because these men from the mountains had no origin that they had such a huge interest in these low level martial skills. "Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

"850,000."

"Nine hundred thousand …" A yellow-clothed old man called out a price, and a middle-aged man beside him followed closely.

"Fuck, this damn kid is actually fighting with this old man over this?" "Damn it, one million." The elder in yellow glared at the middle-aged man before increasing his bid once again.

"Pfft, the old fellow is about to be buried, why is he still cultivating?" "One million one hundred thousand." The middle-aged man refused to admit defeat. He was determined to obtain this high grade Yellow Rank martial skill.

In the auction hall, the young man and the yellow-clothed old man were raising the bid, while the others were shaking their heads. Such a high price of over a million was not something they could afford.

While the two of them were arguing, a middle-aged man in black suddenly spoke up. The front row was quite bright, and after the middle-aged man spoke, Lin Fan realized that this middle-aged man was his father's sworn enemy, Fresh Breeze Stronghold's Luo Tong.

Lin Fan coldly sat at the last corner of the venue. His eyes were filled with rage. Elder Mo who was beside him seemed to have noticed Lin Fan's movements as well. His shriveled left hand held onto Lin Fan's small white hand as he shook his head slightly. At this moment, Lin Fan finally calmed himself down, looked at Elder Mo, and then returned to his previous calm appearance.

"One million and five hundred thousand." After Luo Tong raised the price, the surrounding voices became much quieter. The yellow-clothed old man and the middle-aged man who shouted out a price also bitterly shook their heads as they shrunk their bodies and hid themselves.

The authority of the Qingfeng Stronghold was something that only the Lin Clan and Yang Clan could contend against in the Southern Border Town. It was just that Yang Batian was not interested in this kind of martial skill at all. The martial skill he practiced was a middle rank Profound Rank. Moreover, the owner of this martial skill was the Yang Family, he naturally wanted to increase the price as much as possible.

As for the Lin Clan, Lin Zhannan was currently dealing with major matters within the clan. Naturally, no one dared to offend the Qingfeng Stronghold. Even the breathing within the large hall of the auction house had become much quieter. Luo Tong, who was sitting in front, was enjoying this feeling of being the supreme existence.

After a while, no one in the hall raised their bid. The old man on the platform lightly smiled as he walked up the stage. Ye Zichen swept his gaze over the entire venue, then saw the rows of people sitting down, causing him to shout out with a professional smile. The Fresh Breeze Stronghold's chief has raised the bid by one million and five hundred thousand. Is there anyone else who wants to increase it? "

The old man's voice sounded out in the hall, but no one called out a price. Facing that situation, the old man also shook his head. However, there was still a smile on his face. That price had already surpassed the original price of the martial skill book. One million five hundred thousand was enough to buy two volumes of this high-grade Yellow Rank martial skills.

"Since no one wants to increase the price, let the Qingfeng Stronghold take this Eight Desolations Palm …" Before the old man finished speaking, an ancient voice suddenly came from a dark corner.

"One Foundation Establishment Pill, and an additional 1.5 million."