You Cultivate, I Farm

Chapter 714: Grand Prize

Approaching the spiritual energy shield outside the painting boat, Lu Xuan put away his Wind-Thunder Sword and landed on the spirit wood plank along with the crowd.

Upon entering the first floor, what came into view was an exceptionally spacious hall, where odd rocks of various shapes and sizes were placed all around, each surrounded by quite a few cultivators.

Some cultivators, fearing their favored odd rocks might be taken by others and thus losing the opportunity, did not hesitate to take out spirit stones and claim them immediately.

Sounds of surprise, curses, and sighs reached Lu Xuan’s ears from time to time.

“Even cultivators cannot escape the temptation of treasure items,” he thought.

Lu Xuan’s spiritual sense swept over the hall, observing the myriad states of beings there and couldn’t help but sigh.

Without the need to fight with demon beasts or demon envoys, and no worry of being plundered or contested by other cultivators, the opportunity to acquire fortuitous treasure items for merely several hundred to a thousand spirit stones was infinitely attractive to many cultivators.@@@@

“Unfortunately, gamblers may win, but the house never loses,” he thought.

He looked at the cultivators bustling around the hall and let out an ambiguous smile.

“Of course, in front of me, there might be an exception,” he murmured.

Lu Xuan didn’t linger in the hall for long and made his way upwards.

The painting boat was divided into three layers. The lowest floor was for low-rank ancient stones, and the highest floor for high-rank ancient stones. To avoid unnecessary trouble, there were restrictions on cultivators’ cultivation levels for entering the second and third floors.

The second floor required at least Foundation Establishment cultivation, and the third floor required at least Core Formation cultivation.

Upon entering the second floor, the number of both ancient stones and cultivators was evidently fewer than on the first floor.

The ancient stones were also more peculiar, with spiritual light flowing and miraculous phenomena abound, clearly extraordinary at a glance.

Lu Xuan quietly observed for a while, inconspicuously recovering his cultivation level, and then progressed to the third floor.

The cultivators who could enter the third floor had at least reached the Golden Core Realm, totaling more than twenty individuals, among whom three had auras as profound as the ocean, very likely to be Primordial Infant True Monarchs.

A chill went through Lu Xuan’s heart, and he lightened his footsteps as he entered the hall.

His arrival did not attract much attention from the cultivators; they were all focused, meticulously inspecting the ancient stones in front of them.

The number of ancient stones on the third floor was once again reduced by half, only a hundred or so remained, varying in size. The largest was the size of a house, about ten feet across, and the smallest was only as big as a fist.

Each ancient stone exhibited wondrous phenomena.

Some had hollows and emitted ancient musical sounds, pleasing and melodious to the ear, gently plucking at the heartstrings of everyone present.

Some resembled infants, with detailed facial features and limbs, life-like and causing one’s skin to crawl at a glance, obviously very sinister.

A middle-aged man dressed in a green robe with an ominous face touched a grey stone the size of a head and quickly walked up to Yu Huanzhen of the Ancient Jade Pavilion.

“Fellow Yu, here are two hundred middle-grade spiritual stones; please help me break open the stone,” he said.

“Fellow, are you sure you want to choose this ancient stone?”

Yu Huanzhen asked.

“It’s this one!”

The man in the green robe said decisively.

“Alright.”

Yu Huanzhen took out a semi-transparent blade magic artifact from his storage bag, its surface containing a special spiritual power that seemed to have a restraining effect on ancient stones. Within Lu Xuan’s gaze, the spiritual energy lines on the ancient stone were slowly torn apart by the blade.

Chunks of rock kept breaking off and falling to the ground, and the middle part of the ancient stone trembled, its movements becoming more and more intense.

“Clang!”

A clear sound of sword ringing erupted as a three-inch-long grey sword shot out from the center of the ancient stone.

The middle-aged man in the green robe was prepared; a ray of spiritual light captured the grey sword and he held it in his palm, quietly inspecting it.

“A Fifth-grade Sword Embryo! Can be refined into a Flying Sword Magical Treasure! I’ve struck it rich!” he exclaimed.

Hearing this, many cultivators in the hall revealed looks of envy.

“Congratulations, fellow, for opening such a great prize!”

“Twenty thousand low-grade spirit stones exchanged for a Fifth-grade Sword Embryo, what a huge profit!” the crowd discussed.

“Hahaha, thank you, fellows, and I also wish that you all gamble for even more valuable treasures from the ancient stones!” said the cultivator in the green robe, bowing to the crowd.

With such a good start, the atmosphere on-site suddenly became much livelier, and the appearance of the Fifth-grade Sword Embryo made many cultivators increasingly keen.

Soon, several cultivators chose over ten ancient stones and went to break them open.

Unfortunately, not many treasures were found, and the few that were discovered were worth much less than the Fifth-grade Sword Embryo.

“That middle-aged man in the green robe is very likely a plant,”

Lu Xuan thought to himself.

“Now it’s my turn to open a big prize.”