It felt really cold when he touched the blade. He used his Mind-Eye and confirmed that this blade is indeed related to that cultivation pool.
He caught it with his right hand and swung it casually.
"This blade is heavy and feels good when swinging."
"They said that this blade is harder than most of the spiritual weapons. Maybe it can withstand my dark energy?"
He poured one-tenth of his spiritual energy into the blade. The blade started to turn black but it didn't break. Seeing this he smiled and poured more energy into the blade. The blade turned much darker and the tables around him started to corrode just with the aura of this blade.
So, he immediately stopped and took his energy back. The blade returned to normal. But the sword didn't look old and rusty as it was before. It was shining and he could see the reflection of his face.
"Damn, it's really a good blade. Now I don't think I necessarily need a spiritual artifact. If I can find other good things, then I can go all out to get them."
While Davion was playing with his blade, the auction was continuing as usual.
After a few more items were auctioned, Francis shouted out loudly, "Today we not only have spiritual artifacts as our final item. But we also have something, which might be of the same value as that."
When Francis talked about it, everyone in the audience got excited and started clamoring.
Davion was also surprised when he heard about it. "Let's see what it might be. Will it be a broken or lost immortal exercise that was found? In the novels in my previous life, the main character would always find a martial art in an auction hall."
Seeing that he has managed to get everyone's attention. Francis smiled and signaled the girl behind his back to bring up something.
The girl went and came back with a tray in her hand. There was something over it which was covered with a red cloth.
Francis told everyone, "We had a special guest today. He is an elder from the Northern Alchemist Sect. As everyone knows, Northern Alchemist Sect is the one who produces all the pills in the outer region. So today he was willing to provide us with two Qi refining pills that can even help the cultivators stuck in the middle stage of Qi refining state to breakthrough."
"Sheesh..."
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
"So, it was not an immortal exercise." Davion got disappointed.
"But looking at everyone's reaction, it looks like these pills are far better than the one I took earlier. If I can get these pills, maybe I can level up again." His eyes lit up.
"This is far more important than that spiritual artifact. I have already got a good weapon. It looks like I have to go all out here."
Before Francis was about to say something, the crowd had already gone wild.
"500 low-grade spirit stones." someone shouted.
"600.."
"800.."
"1000 low-grade spirit stones." A majestic old voice came from one of those compartments. The voice contained strange power which caused nearby people in the compartments to cover their ears. Some even had blood coming out from their ears.
Listening to this voice everyone got shocked. They knew who he was. He is one of the elders of the Heavy Sound Sect and a Golden Core cultivator.
When they thought that nobody would bid. They heard a lazy voice coming from one of those compartments.
"1100 low-grade spirit stones."
Everyone looked in the direction of that compartment but nobody could see inside it.
Inside a compartment, an old man was sitting on a chair with two disciples standing behind him. When he saw someone dared to bid after he spoke. He got very angry. But thinking that the person might not know him. He controlled his anger and said, "Friend, how about letting us have these pills and giving face to our Heavy Sound Sect."
When everyone thought that person would give up, there was another loud laugh coming from another compartment.
"Haha, Uriel how could you and your Heavy Sound Sect be this shameless? Asking for a face and trying to get it this cheap?"
"Timothy, you have also come." Uriel came out of his compartment with anger on his face.
"Why can't I come? Do you think this Auction Hall is yours?" Timothy also came out of his compartment. He also looked old and was wearing a purple robe of the Poisonous Sect.
Seeing those two, the nearby people all had sweat on their foreheads. Timothy is one of the elders of the Poisonous Sect and also a Golden Core cultivator. Seeing those two big persons trying to battle it out for those pills, nobody dared to bid anymore.
"1500 low-grade spirit stones." Timothy looked at Uriel and smirked with confidence.
Seeing that smirk, Uriel thought that he had lost his face and boldly shouted, "2000 low-grade spirit stones."
"2500 low-grade spirit stones." Timothy didn't give him any chance.
"3000 low-grade spirit stones." Uriel again raised the bid boldly. But deep down he was feeling really hurt thinking about the spirit stones.
"You are really rich. I give up. I only need the spiritual artifact. I was only trying to have fun with you. Haha" Timothy laughed out loud and went inside the compartment.
Seeing this Uriel nearly coughed out blood. "Damn, I won't have enough spirit stones for the spiritual artifact."
When Francis thought that the bidding was over and was about to announce it, that lazy voice came again.
"3500 low-grade spirit stones."
Indeed, that voice was from Davion.