Chapter 16: Cold Jade

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"Meow!" Mo Xiaozhao was immediately angry, he turned his head and gave Mo Tianliao's hand a slap. He actually dared to rub his shizun's fur, what a bad disciple!

"Ah–" Mo Tianliao took in a sharp breath and withdrew his hand from the cloak, it had started bleeding.

Not daring to provoke this Lord Kitty again, Mo Tianliao stretched out both of his hands and left the kitten to thump around inside. This cloak cost three pieces of mid-grade lingshi, and it could hide a cultivator's faint spiritual energy from his body, as long as others did not use spiritual means to specifically detect someone, the cloak could successfully hide a cultivator.

He would first go to the east most square in Ruyi Town to look around, according to the shopkeeper, there was an auction house there.

In a cultivation town, other than there being normal stalls, there were usually also a few auction houses. Some rare materials, refined pills, and valuable refined weapons had no fixed price, hence they needed to be sold in auction houses, where the highest bidder would win.

Mo Tianliao walked to the entrance of the auction house built by the black boulders with a straw roof. Some attendants came up to greet him: "Dear patron, there is no auction held today, please wait for tomorrow."

Auctions were definitely not held every day, and usually were held once every few days, as rare items were not easily obtained.

"Here to sell." A low, gravelly voice came from under the black cloak, sounding like an old man.

The attendant was only a small cultivator at the Second Stage of Qi Refining. He guessed that there could be a master refiner or alchemist under the cloak, and did not dare to be neglectful, quickly bringing him inside.

"What are the treasures this patron wishes to sell, could you let me take a look?" There were appraisers inside that would judge if the items were worth auctioning, because there were always people in the world who were looking to scam others for a quick buck.

Mo Tianliao glanced at the appraiser, his cultivation was high, at the very least above Foundation Building. When he used his spiritual awareness to examine him, he realized that the appraiser was actually in the early stages of Golden Core Formation! On second thought, no matter how small the auction houses were, if there were no skilled appraisers to verify, they simply could not open for auctions.

Mo Tianliao took out a long wooden box from his storage bracelet. He silently used a single hand to lift the seal on the box and made a gesture of invitation towards the appraiser.

The appraiser's pupils shrank, the box was actually made of water wood that had been submerged for thousands of years! How wasteful!

He slowly lifted the lid, the box was filled with wooden thorns. He picked up a piece, the thorn was about three inches long with a simple carving, only two carved rings at each end layered with black iron to prevent hands from slipping. However, it could not be said that the craftsmanship was sloppy as the layer of black iron was extremely thin, and the junction where iron and wood met could hardly be felt.

The appraiser held a smooth wooden thorn between his fingers, filled it with spiritual energy, twisted his hand and threw it. With a thudding sound, the thorn passed through the thick stone pillars and was firmly nailed to the wall. It could not be removed using any methods.

"This magical weapon is of high quality, comparable to a low-grade special weapon," the appraiser took out all of the wooden thorns. Each thorn was actually the same length, and no noticeable differences could be observed. "A total of fifty-eight thorns, each can only be used once."

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