Chapter 56: Plan Succeeds – The Collapse of the Third Floor and the Temptation of Wood Spirit Essence
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Yu Xian’s eyes gleamed—90% serious, 10% excited.
This was the moment he had been waiting for.
But he was still incredibly cautious.
This wasn’t the Ascension Island.
He wasn’t a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He was still only at the mid Qi Condensation stage!
The Great Golden Light Slash came crashing through like a raging storm, and the ordinary wooden chairs in its path shattered like twigs.
In the blink of an eye, the attack was in front of Yu Xian!
But the tier-three enchanted boots on his feet had already lit up.
He had also prepared his hand seals in advance—the moment Feng Chang began casting, he was ready.
Swift Wind Step. Gale Technique.
Boom!
With the explosive speed provided by his boots and his quick spellcasting, Yu Xian dodged the attack in an instant—even though Feng Chang was at peak Qi Condensation!
The furious golden slash, filled with Feng Chang’s rage, struck directly behind Yu Xian—into the very support pillar he had been standing in front of.
BOOM!
The beam was nearly cleaved in half before the golden light finally dissipated.
“Stop!”
“What are you doing!?”
“How dare you damage our Wanbao House like this!?”
“Feng Chang, you’ve gone too far!”
The suddenness of the explosion left everyone stunned—none could stop it in time.
Just as the massive support beam was nearly broken in two, Yu Xian let out a shout and cast another spell.
Flames surged forth.
Chu Yiwu, Mo Younan, Jiang Liu, and the others finally snapped out of their shock and rushed forward—too late.
Yu Xian’s hand rose—
Fire Flood Dragon Technique!
A fire dragon roared into existence, its heat immediately igniting the surrounding wooden structure!
“No! Senior Brother Li, stop the spell!”
“You mustn’t!”
But Yu Xian had no intention of stopping.
“Old mutt, you attacked first! Think I’m afraid of you? Die!!”
BOOM!
The flaming dragon surged toward Feng Chang, burning everything in its path.
In seconds, the entire third floor was ablaze.
Dozens of cultivators fled in panic, trying not to get caught in the flames.
“Second Brother! Stop him!”
“Got it!”
Chu Yiwu’s face twitched with fury.
While suppressing Feng Chang, he shouted in anger.
Jiang Liu moved like lightning, leapt between the fire dragon and Feng Chang, and raised his hand.
A massive silver shield appeared—blocking the fiery assault.
Yu Xian’s eyes flashed.
He made a quick gesture—spiritual energy surged.
BOOM!!
The fire dragon clashed against the silver shield.
Jiang Liu was forced back three steps.
The shield shimmered and twisted under the impact.
But that wasn’t the main problem.
The real issue was that the fire dragon exploded on contact, turning into dozens of smaller fireballs that shot in all directions—setting chairs, tables, and the entire room ablaze!
“Fourth Sister, put out the fire!”
Chu Yiwu gritted his teeth and roared:
“Everyone, stop!! Anyone who dares cast another spell—don’t blame me for being ruthless!!”
From the auction platform, Zhang Xiaoling was already chanting water spells.
Mist filled the air, and dozens of water streams shot out to extinguish the fires.
Feng Chang was pinned by Chu Yiwu and unable to cast further spells.
He could break free—but doing so would be the same as declaring total war.
“Chu Daoist, don’t hold me back! This bastard insulted me again! If I don’t kill him today, I’ll never be at peace!”
“You’re the one slandering me, old mutt! Shameless liar! If I don’t kill you, I’LL never find peace!”
Yu Xian shouted in rage and raised his hand to cast again.
“Brother Li, that’s enough!”
Jiang Liu rushed forward and stood in front of Yu Xian.
“If you keep going, we’ll stop showing you any courtesy!”
“For Daoist Jiang’s sake, I’ll let it go.”
Yu Xian sighed and canceled his spell.
“But this old mutt provoked me first—ruined the auction, damaged your building. Still, I did attack too. I’ll pay compensation.”
Jiang Liu’s eyes twitched as he looked around at the wreckage.
Scorch marks, broken floorboards, and a half-cut main pillar.
“It’s mostly just wooden stuff. Never mind. But please—no more fighting.”
“As long as the old dog doesn’t bark, I won’t bite,” Yu Xian snorted.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!! I swear I’ll kill you!!”
“Enough!!”
Chu Yiwu finally exploded with anger:
“If you two have a grudge, settle it outside. From this moment on, no more provoking or insults. Anyone who starts a fight—I’ll make sure they regret it! Wanbao House is not your private dueling ground!”
As the host, Chu Yiwu had to lay down the law.
Otherwise, the prestige of Wanbao House would crumble.
“Of course, Brother Chu. I won’t argue with that old dog.”
“You damn—!!”
Feng Chang roared, shaking with fury.
“You’ll regret this! All of you! Siding with that bastard? I’m done with this auction!”
He broke free from Chu Yiwu’s grip and stormed out of the third floor.
Chu Yiwu, Mo Younan, Jiang Liu, and Quan Hui all frowned deeply.
How were they supposed to know what had happened between the two?
Crazy mutt.
“Servants! Clean this mess up!”
Chu Yiwu took a deep breath, suppressing his rage.
“Fellow Daoists, I apologize on behalf of Wanbao House for this chaos.”
He bowed low.
The others followed with respectful gestures.
Then Chu Yiwu spoke up again:
“There are four items left—each one a grand finale treasure. You won’t be disappointed.”
The atmosphere slowly returned to normal.
Everyone sat down again.
Zhang Xiaoling extinguished the last of the fire, took a deep breath, and forced a smile.
“That was unexpected. But let’s move on. Next, we have a tier-three magic item, modeled after a spirit treasure—the Glazed Fire Lamp.”
Magic items modeled after spirit treasures were usually decent.
But one look, and Yu Xian could tell—it was just a cheap copy.
No real connection to the original. Just a similar appearance.
He had no interest.
But more importantly—the third floor was now badly damaged.
That support pillar, half cut through, would have to be replaced.
Wanbao House would never allow its building to become a laughingstock.
So Yu Xian calmly waited for the auction to end.
Soon, the so-called Glazed Fire Lamp—boasting immense power—was bought by some sucker for 3,800 spirit stones.
Then, the third-to-last item was brought out.
“Please take a good look, fellow Daoists.”
Zhang Xiaoling’s eyes gleamed as she announced:
“A bottle of Supreme Wood Spirit Essence! Each drop is gathered from ancient trees at least a thousand years old!
This bottle contains two hundred drops!
For those with Wood Spirit Roots, it can purify and strengthen your spiritual foundation.
Even without Wood Roots, it nourishes the body, strengthens the dantian, and revitalizes your energy!”
“Starting bid: 2,000 spirit stones. Minimum increment: 100 stones.”
Millennium-old trees weren’t rare.
Finding one was easy.
Collecting wood spirit essence from one? That took real effort.
Let alone enough for 200 drops to fill a porcelain bottle.
This was well known among cultivators—a rare but useful treasure.
Most wouldn’t bother collecting it—too time-consuming.
Even Yu Xian hadn’t seen this in Cloud Sect.
He had a Wood Spirit Root.
His eyes snapped to the bottle.
But this time, he didn’t bid first.
Among the dozens of cultivators present, at least ten or more should have Wood Spirit Roots.
“2,100.”
“2,200.”
“2,500!”
Items that could enhance spiritual roots, even slightly, were rare.
To low-tier cultivators, this was a dream come true.
Soon, the bidding reached 4,500 spirit stones!
“5,000!”
An elderly cultivator stood up and spoke firmly:
“Fellow Daoists, I came specifically for this.
I’m already over seventy. At peak Qi Condensation for many years. I have Foundation Pills ready.
All I need is this Supreme Wood Spirit Essence to revive my vitality—then I can try one last time to break through!
I beg you, let me have it!”
His plea sounded humble, but the implication was clear—
Whoever bid against him would become his mortal enemy.
The hall quieted slightly.
Besides, 5,000 spirit stones was a huge sum—enough to buy multiple tier-three pills.
And this bottle’s value was at most 4,500.
He had already overbid by 500.
Seeing no one else bid, the old man smiled and looked to Zhang Xiaoling.
“Senior Song bids 5,000. Any other offers? Once… Twice…”
She raised her hand to announce the sale.
“5,500.”
A calm voice interrupted.
Everyone turned—startled—to look.
