Countless spiritual stones—far beyond what three genuine spirit scales could command—would have made any practitioner dream of a sudden, spontaneous advancement in cultivation rank. After all, once a cultivator reaches the stage of Spiritual Transformation, each subsequent rank is an arduous achievement, with the majority of those at that level spending their entire lives confined to the initial stage. Now, that very dream stands before them, which is no wonder the group of cultivators have become so wildly enthusiastic. Yet even as the frenzy grows, there is always a point at which one must regain clarity. When the bidding price surpassed twenty-five million spiritual stones, only a few cultivators with sufficient strength remained willing to participate. Now, only three remain engaged in the final bidding battle. One of them is precisely the cultivator who previously secured the True Toad Spirit Blood. His voice remains languid and relaxed. The other two—one remarkably aged, the other fresh and clear—seem to represent an elder and a young female cultivator, respectively. Together, they have incrementally raised their bids by one million stones each, swiftly approaching a staggering thirty million. When the owner of that lazy, measured voice finally announced the staggering price of thirty million, the voices of the female cultivator and the elder abruptly ceased. It seemed clear that this price had surpassed their capacity, and they could only remain silent, reluctantly. The various cultivators stared intently at the auction platform, where the large display screen's numbers were shifting in color. Once the numbers fully transformed into a vibrant crimson-gold, the ownership of the item was officially settled. "Three million one hundred thousand," a calm, composed voice suddenly spoke. At the moment this unfamiliar announcement was made, all the cultivators in the hall were startled, then quickly turned into spectators, expressing a mixture of relief and amusement. It appeared that even at this high price, the true spirit scales still hadn't secured a buyer. Many of their eyes instantly shifted toward the other floating pavilion in the air. Inside that pavilion, Han Lin sat calmly and at ease. "Three million two hundred thousand," the languid voice expressed some surprise. "Three million three hundred thousand," Han Lin added the price without hesitation. "Three and a half million," said the voice lazily, hesitating before speaking again. "Three and five million!" Several cultivators in the hall inhaled sharply. Even for true spirit scales, this price seemed rather extravagant—perhaps no different from the cost of the lowest-ranked spiritual treasures on the Chaos Immortal Rankings. "Three and five million? Hmph! Master Chi, I suspect this cultivator doesn't actually possess that many spirit stones. I believe he's merely trying to create a disturbance. Perhaps you should personally verify whether he truly has such a substantial fortune." The person with the lazy tone suddenly spoke coldly. "Upon the conclusion of the bidding, I shall personally verify this matter. Until then, I shall not interrupt the auction. Please, both of you continue your bidding." Master Chi remained unmoved, merely offering a gentle smile. Clearly, before knowing the identities of the two bidders, he was unwilling to offend either of them. "Since Master Chi holds such a view, then I shall no longer make an offer—let us see whether this guest truly manages to present three and a half million as collateral." The voice, originally languid, grew increasingly annoyed and sarcastic as he said this, and indeed, he stopped bidding altogether. As soon as the digits in the bidding disk turned golden, the white-robed elder immediately declared the three genuine spirit scales to belong to Han Li. Then, he personally took the woman holding a wooden box, her robe flowing gracefully, and flew toward Han Li's floating pavilion. Pausing at the entrance of the pavilion, the elder stopped mid-motion. Without a word, he flicked his hand once, and a jade-like token appeared in his grasp. He gently swayed it before the pavilion, which was adorned with intricate runes, and with a subtle movement, stepped directly inside. The plain-dressed woman followed without a single word. As soon as the elder named Chi took in the sight of Han Li bathed in the white glow, he smiled slightly and bowed, saying, "I have already delivered the treasures. Now, it's time for you to settle the spirit stones. Should you have collateral, I and my colleague He will assess its value and provide you with a corresponding valuation. If you feel it's undervalued, I'm happy to invite the other two colleagues to join us." The white-robed elder was exceptionally courteous. "How could I doubt the judgment of Elder Chi and Elder He? Please go ahead and examine this item." After glancing at the wooden box held by the woman, Han Li gently shook his sleeve and produced a pre-prepared silk box, about half a foot in size, smiling pleasantly. Though the white-robed elder had seen countless treasures in his years of service, he merely nodded and accepted the box, opening the lid with a light touch and glancing through its contents. A delicate fragrance immediately spread throughout the room. Yet, as soon as his eyes swept over the contents, the elder's body seemed to tremble, his gaze unable to shift from the box. "A thousand-year-old spirit herb!" The elder took a deep breath and finally shifted his gaze from the object in the box, yet his expression toward Han Li seemed oddly changed. Upon hearing the term "eternal-medicine herb," the woman was equally struck, raising her brow and stepping forward two paces to peer into the jade box as well. There, within a soft, milky-white glow, lay a slender, snow-white herb of several inches in length, quietly resting inside the box. And on its surface, delicate, patterned shadows resembling incantation symbols shimmered and flickered. The woman nodded, folded her hand-held silk box, then lifted it single-handedly, and suddenly found a slender green jade ruler in her grasp—about a foot long, its entire surface engraved with twenty-plus odd, spiraling, board-like patterns. In a flash of her gaze, she raised the ruler and gently touched it to the delicate herbs within the jade box. As soon as the green ruler made contact with the milky spiritual light emitted by the herbs, it responded instantly, emitting a low hum, while the series of strange spiritual patterns on the ruler sequentially illuminated. A vivid, emerald glow burst forth, brilliant and striking. When the glow finally settled at the eleventh pattern, the woman’s composed expression showed a subtle touch of emotion. After carefully reexamining the herbs in the jade box, she confirmed with certainty: "Indeed, these are herbs of ten thousand years—specifically, snow-jade herbs of approximately ten thousand to eleven thousand years. Snow-jade herbs are already a rare medicinal treasure; after reaching ten thousand years, their value surpasses that of ordinary ten-thousand-year herbs by at least half." I estimate it could be roughly seven million spiritual stones." "Seven million. Hmm, quite close to my own estimate. Master, how do you find our proposed price? Should you have any objections, please feel free to raise them." The robed elder paused slightly before turning to face Han Li. "The price is acceptable to me, Master. Please take these items. They should be sufficient to secure the bidding amount I've offered." With a flick of his wrist, Han Li produced four jade boxes in succession, and calmly tossed them across to the other side. The elder raised his arm and effortlessly captured all the jade boxes in his hand, then opened each one in turn. Though he made every effort to remain composed, a slight tremor ran through his eyes, and his hands continued to flutter with urgency. "Are all of these thousand-year-old spiritual herbs?" he asked, lifting his head, his voice now slightly hoarse. "Why shouldn't the established markets accept such medicinal herbs?" Han Li smiled gently. "Master, you must be jesting." The robed elder chuckled, his gaze upon Han Li brimming with unmistakable astonishment. The woman also began to hesitate, half-doubting. She carefully re-examined each of the herbs in the jade boxes. To her amazement, her face grew filled with disbelief. While a single Wanyuan Herb was naturally far less precious than the true spiritual scales—such a rare treasure—its utility and demand were unparalleled. It served as an essential ingredient or auxiliary material in the preparation of all Shenshen-level elixirs, and was among the most scarce items among high-level cultivators. Moreover, the herb itself was exceptionally valuable, ranking only after spiritual stones as the finest circulating item in the marketplace. While other goods might be rejected by shops, no merchant would ever decline a Wanyuan Herb. "Since your esteemed friend has confirmed their authenticity, these herbs are certainly acceptable. The three true spiritual scales are yours. Please take good care of them." After a flash of unusual light in his eyes, the white-robed elder retrieved the brocade box once more and offered it to Han Li with a warm smile. "Then I shall take it. Indeed, the items appear to be in perfect condition," Han Li said calmly, extending his hand slightly—immediately drawing the box into the silver mist. After a brief inspection, he nodded in satisfaction. Though the white-robed elder was curious about the numerous thousand-year-lived herbs Han Li had brought, he said nothing further, simply collected the herbs, cast a spell, and together with the woman, departed the flying pavilion to return to the auction platform. This item is a spiritual treasure listed on the Scroll of the Primordial Chaos Immortals—its value ranks only below that of genuine spiritual scales. This is the spiritually enlightened celestial treasure, the "Pinghai Hoard," with a base price of twenty million!" The robed elder said nothing about anything related to Han Li and immediately announced the next item for auction. The elder, glowing with vitality, stepped forward at just the right moment and directly retrieved a short spear from his storage bracelet, radiating a myriad of blue halos. The crowd of cultivators naturally showed great enthusiasm. As the elder demonstrated just a few astonishing feats of the spear, several cultivators immediately began fierce bidding. At that moment, Han Li, however, held a dark to deep green scale in one hand, intently observing it, showing no interest whatsoever in the celestial treasure displayed outside. Remarkably, the spear was still acquired by an unfamiliar cultivator at a price of thirty-five million. Finally, the auction of the last item was about to begin.