The audience leaned forward in their seats, their anticipation growing palpable as the auctioneer prepared to introduce the second round of the auction. The hall buzzed with excitement, the air electric with the prospect of what treasures lay ahead.
With a flourish, the auctioneer held up a beautifully crafted scroll, its edges adorned with intricate golden patterns. "Ladies and gentlemen, for the second round of the auction, we present to you a collection of the rarest and most sought-after mystical medicines."
Gasps of astonishment escaped from the audience as the curtain behind the auctioneer drew back, revealing a mesmerizing display of vials, jars, and containers. Each one contained a vibrant liquid, emitting a soft, ethereal glow that captivated all who laid eyes upon them.
"These mystical medicines," the auctioneer continued, her voice filled with reverence, "have been meticulously sourced from the corners of the world, their properties carefully preserved through the ages. Some are known to grant strength, heal wounds, or enhance one’s cultivation. Others possess the power to bestow longevity, invigorate youth, or even unlock hidden potential."
"These mystical medicines are not limited to any particular cultivation realm," the auctioneer announced, her voice resonating with authority. "Whether you are a newcomer or a seasoned expert, these treasures hold the potential to elevate your cultivation and push your limits."
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The audience erupted into murmurs of intrigue, their interest piqued by the limitless possibilities before them. Eyes darted from one medicine to another, as bidders assessed their worth and contemplated the price they were willing to pay.
"Let the bidding for these mystical medicines begin!" the auctioneer declared, her voice ringing through the hall with energy and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation, eager bidders preparing to engage in another fierce battle of determination and wealth.
With a mix of enthusiasm, greed, and ambition, the second round of the auction commenced, setting the stage for yet another breathtaking display of bidding wars.
The auctioneer’s voice, smooth and captivating, resonated through the grand hall, its melodic quality drawing everyone’s attention. As he spoke, his words weaved a tale of intrigue and desire. "First and foremost, I present to you the Serenity Pill, a peculiar elixir crafted from the very essence of tranquil rivers and ancient forests. Its creation requires the convergence of thousands of natural elements. Consuming this rare essence unfolds a world of mental clarity beyond imagination, granting cultivators access to profound states of meditation and enlightenment. Such profound awakening amplifies their understanding of the laws and significantly enhances their cultivation potential, unlocking new realms of power."
Intrigued, a deep and aged voice emerged from a private chamber on the second floor, its resonance carrying a tone of skepticism. "What do you mean by secondary effects?"
Mockingly, another voice from a neighboring chamber on the second floor responded, "You’re still as dull as you were in your youth, old man. It simply means that enhancing cultivation isn’t the primary purpose of this remarkable elixir."
An electric tension crackled through the air, as the exchange between the two voices escalated. "Old witch," the aging voice growled with a hint of menace, "watch your tongue, or I will sever it with my gleaming dagger."
The exchange did not go unnoticed by the experts and connoisseurs attending the auction on the first floor. Their hushed conversations blossomed into a lively discussion, their voices echoing across the opulent setting.
"I knew it! It’s the renowned Villainess Earth Witch!" exclaimed one expert, recognizing the voice with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
"What? That ancient hag dared to show her face in public?" another mused aloud, astonished by the audacity of the mysterious figure.
"It’s indeed her, the Villainess Earth Witch," another expert affermied, a mixture of shock and awe coloring their tone.
"What? This ancient relic dared to appear in public?" another voiced their surprise, tinged with a touch of incredulity.
"Who is she? Witch? I have never encountered such a term before!" a bewildered voice chimed in, revealing the unfamiliarity of the concept.
A seasoned observer scoffed, brushing off the mention of the witch with an air of indifference. "Bah! It’s nothing more than a remnant from a forgotten era, long surpassed by new generations."
With absolute certainty, one expert declared, "The aged voice undoubtedly belongs to the Ominous Dagger Lord."
"Yes, it is indeed him," they agreed, their whispers carrying across the hall with a mix of respect and trepidation.
Sensing the tension in the air, the auctioneer skillfully eased the atmosphere, allowing it to settle like a gentle mist. With a practiced smile, she raised the next item for all to see - a small, intricately crafted container adorned with elegant engravings.
"Next we have the Phoenix Ember Salve," she declared, her voice filled with excitement. "This salve, created from rare ingredients and enhanced by the blood essence of many phoenixes, possesses remarkable regenerative properties. It can heal even the most severe injuries, restoring the body to its peak condition in a matter of moments."
"But what sets this salve apart," the auctioneer continued, her voice dripping with enthusiasm, "is its ability to grant temporary invincibility. Yes, you heard it right, my dear bidders. The Phoenix Ember Salve can create an impenetrable barrier around the cultivator for a short period of time, deflecting any attack below the Void Return Realm "
A collective gasp of awe swept through the audience as they absorbed the magnitude of the salve’s power. The room fell silent, each person in awe of the potential they held in their hands.
Whispers and murmurs filled the hall once again, as bidders weighed the value of such a treasure. The Ominous Dagger Lord and the Villainess Earth Witch, momentarily forgotten amidst the excitement, watched from behind their private chambers with calculating eyes.
As the auctioneer lowered the Phoenix Ember Salve and reached for the next item, a sudden burst of laughter shook the room, cutting through the anticipation like a blade.
"Temporary invincibility?" mocked the Villainess Earth Witch, her voice laced with disdain. "Such a feeble trick. True power lies in the manipulation of elements, bending them to your will and obliterating anything in your path."
The Ominous Dagger Lord, unfazed by the witch’s mockery, retorted, "Elemental manipulation pales in comparison to the precision and stealth of a well-crafted dagger, old hug. A single strike is all it takes to finish you."
Before their banter could escalate further, a commanding voice from the third floor echoed through the hall, cutting through the tension like a sharp blade.
"Enough!" boomed the voice, silencing the hall and demanding the attention of all experts.