Cultivation of Immortality: Dual cultivation with the female sect master, and they fell in love over

The visitor was Mrs. Hua. After nearly a month of observation, Su Ping finally discovered Mrs. Hua's whereabouts.

Ambush and wait here in advance.

When Mrs. Hua is off duty every three days, she will leave Bibo Pavilion at midnight and will not return to Bibo Pavilion until the early morning of the next day.

Because he was afraid that the other party would find out, Su Ping would only follow him for a short distance every time and then leave.

It wasn't until many times of tracking that Mrs. Hua's itinerary was fully grasped.

Su Ping looked up cautiously and saw Mrs. Hua stopping at a house in front of her, then pushing the door open and entering.

Su Ping quietly walked over and hid on the roof.

Mrs. Hua washed herself first and then came to the bedroom.

A pale and weak man was lying on the bed in the bedroom.

When he saw Mrs. Hua coming, he cursed, "Mrs. Hua, you bitch, you blame me for being blinded by lard and believing your lies."

Mrs. Hua didn't care at all about the abuse. Instead, she smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, my good brother, I haven't seen you for three days, but you miss me so much."

"Bah! You bitch!"

"Bitch, let me out!"

The man struggled on the bed and cursed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sit up, and even his curses were a little weak.

"Good brother, that's not what you said when you called me good sister. Come and let my sister take good care of you!"

Regardless of the man's abuse, Mrs. Hua took off her gauze skirt and came to the bed. The bed board shook for a while until dawn.

Obviously, this man has become Madam Hua’s tool for collecting tonic.

Su Ping couldn't bear to look at this kind of scene, so he simply turned off his consciousness, closed his eyes, and meditated on the roof.

If it weren't for the auction the day after tomorrow, he really wanted to go down and kill Madam Hua.

But if killed at this time, he will definitely flee immediately and miss the auction.

Previously, Manager Yin revealed that there would be an elixir for sale at the auction that was suitable for the early and middle stages of foundation building practice. The effect was better than ordinary elixirs for the foundation building period.

It is an elixir finally created by the alchemy master based on the unique elixirs outside and inside the pass, combined with each other and then continuously improved.

Wanbao Pavilion can make a lot of money by selling elixir recipes. They can also make a fortune by trading elixirs between the two places, which is even more profitable than refining and selling elixirs themselves.

Su Ping didn't care about this. As long as he had the elixir seeds, he didn't need to buy the elixir.

As for the pill recipe, Su Ping is bound to win it, so for the time being, let Mrs. Hua live a few more days.

In the early morning, Mrs. Hua climbed out of bed with a satisfied look on her face. The man became weaker and weaker, and even lost the energy to curse.

Mrs. Hua's face was rosy, and she muttered a few words to herself before leaving.

"It's useless. If you replenish it again, it will lose its value. It seems that you have to find a new cauldron."

Su Ping also heard Mrs. Hua's mutterings. It seemed that he had to take action after the auction.

When I looked with my consciousness, I saw that the man had become so thin that only skin and bones were left. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he would die at any time.

Su Ping also flew away and returned to the inn. Now that he knew Mrs. Hua's whereabouts, there was no need to follow her anymore.

The auction is tomorrow, we just have to wait for the auction to end before taking action.

During this period, Su Ping refined some elixirs and sold them everywhere to replenish the spiritual stones. Although the price of elixirs was generally not too high, after all, there were relatively few people outside the country who knew how to make elixirs.

But I am also afraid that if I encounter some monks with profound knowledge and buy it, I will regret it later.

He guessed that Wanbao Pavilion would change the name of the Danfang, make slight adjustments and sell it multiple times, but Su Ping didn't want to wait so long.

Su Ping doesn't know exactly how many spirit stones he has now. In short, we are not short of money during the foundation building period!

Early the next morning, Su Ping ended his meditation.

Putting on the silver mask, he transformed into Pan Zhong and said to himself, "Senior Brother Pan, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Then he walked out of the inn and walked towards Wanbao Pavilion.

After showing the token, Su Ping was led by a maid to the second floor of the Wanbao Pavilion auction hall, which was an independent small private room.

"Senior, wait a moment, the auction will start soon!"

The maid brought a plate of spiritual fruits and a pot of spiritual tea and left.

Su Ping looked at the auction house. The entire auction house had three floors. The first floor was occupied by Qi Refining monks, and the second floor was occupied by Foundation-building monks.

As for the third floor, it should be the Golden Core cultivator, but he has not seen anyone enter the third floor yet, and he does not dare to use his spiritual consciousness to observe.

After two cups of tea, the entire auction house was almost full.

"Fellow Taoists, welcome to the auction of Wanbao Pavilion. I am the steward of Wanbao Pavilion, and I am also the host of today's Silver Dollar. I wish all of you Taoists will gain something today."

Yin Yuan appeared on the high platform in front and said to the surroundings with a smile on his face.

"Okay, without further ado, let me bring you the first auction item today."

A maid walked up to the silver dollar carrying a rectangular box covered with red cloth.

Yin Yuan untied the red cloth, and underneath was a broad knife with a cold light.

"This knife is made of Xuantian essence and cold iron. Its quality reaches the power of a top-grade magic weapon. It especially has great blessings on water or ice techniques."

"This knife has not yet been named. If any Taoist friend can take the picture, please contact me, the forger of Wanbao Pavilion, to engrave the name of the knife. The bidding will begin below. The starting price is five hundred spirit stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than fifty spirit stones."

The first item was a high-grade magic weapon, and the atmosphere at the scene was extremely fiery.

"Six hundred!"

"Six hundred and five!"

"Eight hundred!"

"Hmph, I want this knife, nine hundred!"

"It's still a matter of financial resources, nine hundred and five!"

Everyone kept bidding, and even the foundation-building monks on the second floor also participated in the bidding. In the blink of an eye, the price was raised to one thousand and fifty spiritual stones.

It can be seen that high-grade magical weapons are also attractive to some foundation-building monks. Su Ping has no interest. He already owns two of the best magical weapons, and his goal is Dan Fang.

In the end, the long sword was taken away by a Qi Refining monk with [-] spirit stones. The monk was so happy that he quickly left the scene after handing over the spirit stones.

The first auction item sold for such a high price, and the silver dollar was smiling from ear to ear, looking forward to today's auction even more.

"Congratulations to the friend who won the big deal, the second treasure will be auctioned next."

Next, treasures were brought up one by one and photographed away one by one. In the middle of the process, a maid served Su Ping more tea.

The atmosphere at the scene quickly reached a climax, "Next, we are going to take a picture of a top-notch long sword weapon!"

"What, the best magic weapon?"

"The best magic weapons will also be auctioned?"

"Fellow Taoist, lend me some spiritual stones, and I will pay you back twice as much later. I want to order this top-quality magic weapon!"

"I really learned a lot today. I was able to see the best magic weapon. It's a pity that I am short of money!"

"Hmph! I must take this magical weapon!"

Discussions continued, and a long sword with cold light was held by Yin Yuan. He did not need to introduce it at all, and everyone urged him to start quickly.

"The starting price is one thousand and fifty spiritual stones, and each increase in price shall not be less than one hundred."