If I had known I wouldn't have saved you!

Chapter 199 Sorrow

This Soul-Snatching Knife could allow a female cultivator in the early stage of Spirit Transformation to unleash an attack power that was no less than that of a cultivator in the middle stage of Spirit Transformation, and it immediately gained the favor of many people.

As soon as the female cultivator finished speaking, someone immediately shouted, "Three-year-old intermediate-level Yuan Crystal, I want it!"

"I'll give you four years!"

"Five years!"

There was an uproar in the audience. Five-year-old intermediate-level Yuan Crystals were no longer a small amount. Some people were already shaking their heads secretly, not planning to take any more.

The female cultivator looked at the cultivator who made the bid with joy and said excitedly: "Once in five years, twice in five years, three times in five years..."

"I'll be out for six years!"

Another man in the audience shouted loudly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the man was handsome and elegant, dressed in black and wearing a ghost mask. It was obvious that he was an evil cultivator.

The discussions around him sounded again, but Lin Shiyi had no time to listen, because Lu Qingyao on his shoulder suddenly began to struggle for no reason.

Lin Shiyi had no choice but to pinch a layer of soundproofing and asked in a low voice: "Palace Master Lu, what do you want? You were the one who told me to tie you up and treat you as a treasure. Now that you're here, why are you still moving around?"

Lu Qingyao also whispered, "No... I just think this person's voice is very familiar. Can you help me find out about him?"

Lin Shiyi frowned and said, "Auntie, I'm here to save someone. Can you wait for me to finish my business first before talking about other things? I haven't seen anyone yet!"

Hearing this, Lu Qingyao just said "Oh" with a hint of grievance, and said nothing more.

Lin Shiyi put down the soundproofing cover, trying not to cause any fluctuations in his vital energy. Fortunately, everyone was attracted by the man who bought the Soul-Snatching Sword at this time and did not pay attention to him.

Afterwards, several mid-level treasures were auctioned. These treasures were not to Lin Shiyi's liking, but each of them had its own buyers. It shows that everyone has their own preferences.

After bidding for ten treasures, the hostess became more and more excited. She suddenly improvised a dance on the high platform, and in a blink of an eye, she posed in several pitiful dance postures. When everyone was puzzled, she suddenly said with emotion: "As the saying goes, beauty is like treasure. Even if you have a high level of cultivation, if you don't have a beauty to accompany you, wouldn't your life be in vain? The next "treasure" is hard to find in the world. Even Hua Ling couldn't help but feel love and pity when I saw it. I only regret that I am not a man! Otherwise, I will definitely give these fairies a good home!"

As the presiding nun finished her words, a woman in a light blue dress walked out of the treasure room with graceful lotus steps.

As soon as the woman appeared on the stage, she caused the audience to exclaim in amazement.

"Wow...it's so beautiful. If I buy it, I will make sure she can't get out of bed every day!"

"Can you do it? You're bragging so loudly!"

Lin Shiyi also frowned and looked at her. The woman had a graceful figure, a delicate face like jade, and a hint of unwillingness in her beautiful eyes, as if a saint had fallen or a fairy had fallen into the mortal world. One could not help but feel love and pity for her.

The hostess named Hua Ling stepped forward and asked with a smile: "Sister, can you introduce yourself?"

Hearing this, the woman nodded slightly and sighed, "I am Fanrou, nice to meet you seniors..."

Fan Rou, this girl, had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a beauty mole between her eyebrows, which made her look pitiful. At this moment, she had a sad and miserable look on her face, which made many monks in the audience swallow their saliva and want to hug this girl in their arms and love her tenderly.

Seeing that many cultivators were staring at her, Hua Ling smiled again and said, "Sister Fanrou, please show us your talent so that all the seniors can see it!"

Fan Rou nodded slightly, and then the managing monk behind her took out a guqin and placed it on the stage.

I saw Fan Rou sitting in front of the piano table, her slender jade fingers gently pressing on the strings.

Soon, the sound of the zither began, the strings trembled, the sound was like the wind in the pine trees. The jade fingers kept plucking, and the beautiful sound flowed like spring water, making the listeners feel like they were in a dream, and they couldn't help but let their memories wander through their lives, looking back at the years that passed, and finally disappeared like smoke.

The woman plucked the strings of the zither, opened her cherry lips and sang leisurely, a song of hatred, which made many monks in the audience burst into tears.

Although Fan Rou's song is about her bad fate, the feeling of being alone and helpless can penetrate into the hearts of every casual cultivator.

Since a casual cultivator is just a casual cultivator, he certainly has no force to rely on. He can only rely on his own courage and insight to venture out. If he is not careful, a hundred years of cultivation will be lost in one day.

Naturally, the pain involved cannot be understood by the cultivators in this force.

Soon, the song ended, Fan Rou wiped her tears and slowly stood up.

Hua Ling, who was standing by, also covered her face and cried, "What a great song... If I could have a girl like Sister Fan Rou by my side, it would be a great blessing... Well, let's see who among the seniors will be lucky enough to win the beauty! Sister Fan Rou's low price is seven years of mid-level Yuan Crystals, and the bidding begins!"

"I want seven years!"

"I'll give you eight years!"

"I'll be out for nine years!"

"Ten years!"

Listening to those bids, Lin Shiyi couldn't help but feel surprised. It seemed that there were quite a few wealthy people among the independent cultivators. He would have to ask them where they got their mid-level Yuan Crystals from when he got the chance.

Finally, a sturdy man bought Fan Rou with ten years' worth of intermediate-level Yuan Crystals. It can be seen that beautiful female cultivators are also very valuable in the Hunyuan Star Realm.

Lin Shiyi disagreed with this. He would not spend a fortune on a beautiful woman, not because he had no money, but because he did not agree with the idea of ​​selling people as commodities. If people can be sold as commodities, then what is the difference between them and animals?

After that, several women came on stage one after another, but most of them were just pretty faces or their looks were not as good as Fan Rou. The Yuan Jing bidding price was between five and seven years.

At this time, Hua Ling seemed to sense that the monks below the stage were not very fond of the above women, so she raised her voice again and said: "Don't be discouraged, seniors. The next one is the most beautiful among beauties, the best among gems, and she is also a demon girl. Her qualifications have been tested and she is the top grade among the furnace cauldrons. She is still a novice! How great is the potential of the demon race, seniors, you know it?"

After Hua Ling finished speaking, she hooked her finger towards the passage at the side, and then a woman in a moon-white fairy dress was pushed out.

The woman was not short, only half a head shorter than the male manager next to her, and that was when she was not wearing shoes.

The exquisite jade feet stepped on the crystal floor of the platform, attracting everyone's sharp eyes to stare at them.

But the woman on the platform smiled coldly with an expressionless face, and her beautiful face revealed a trace of sadness and unwillingness.

Seeing that this woman was not easy to deal with, Hua Ling said cautiously: "Sister, uh... since you are already here, please don't put up any unnecessary resistance. Introduce yourself to me and don't make things difficult for me..."

Hearing this, the woman looked around at the many monks below the stage without saying a word, with arrogance in her eyes, as if she was looking at a group of ants.

She smiled sarcastically, then whispered in despair: "Si Yunlan... the snake demon has transformed..."

Lin Shiyi looked at the woman and was stunned for a moment.