Chapter 107: Are You Done Speaking? Then Go to Hell!
As the morning sun rose, all things revived.
The auction was held as scheduled.
In the center of the Imperial Capital, a luxurious pavilion suddenly arose, its degree of opulence rivaling that of a royal palace.
It was hard to imagine that such a grand building could be constructed in a single day.
The methods of the Heavenly Dao Mansion were astonishing.
Before the event even began, the atmosphere was already filled with the presence of cultivators.
In stark contrast, there wasn’t a single mortal within several dozen miles.
It was as if they had been expelled, or perhaps for other reasons; in any case, the ordinary folks were nowhere to be seen.
No one cared about those mortals who were less than ants; they only cared about whether they could obtain their desired treasures in the upcoming auction.
A rough count showed that there were as many as sixty thousand cultivators in attendance.
This was an extremely terrifying number.
Most of them had come for the reputation of the “Yin-Yang Body.”
This physique was too special, possessing an almost fatal attraction for male cultivators.
It was said that if one could engage in dual cultivation with it once, they could undergo a metamorphosis, greatly enhancing their comprehension and aptitude.
This was a reward that no cultivator could resist.
For this reason, even those with meager qualifications and dull wits came seeking a glimmer of hope, eager to gamble on a future.
Sadly, they were destined to become the chives harvested by others.
“So many people, hahaha… Truly a blessing from the heavens! From now on, the highest position in the world will surely have a place for me!”
At the highest level of the auction, Zhao Wutian looked down below, his entire body trembling with excitement.
It wouldn’t be long before these people became his sustenance, paving a shortcut toward the supreme Great Dao for him.
“Then I’ll congratulate myself in advance.”
As his words fell, three demonic figures appeared behind him.
They were the Tunlan Commander, Tunyuan Demon Marshal, and Tuntian Demon Sovereign.
“Finally here, this time we all get what we need: I gain my origin, and you obtain the dragon veins.”
Zhao Wutian said calmly, his back to the three.
“It should be this way.”
Tunyuan Demon Marshal nodded in agreement.
Among those present, his strength was on par with Zhao Wutian’s, making him suitable for conversation.
Zhao Wutian wasn’t yet qualified to converse directly with Tuntian Demon Sovereign.
“Is the Devil King here? Without a powerhouse of his level suppressing the audience, I worry there might be unexpected incidents.”
Upon this statement, the three demons fell silent.
“Why don’t you answer? You don’t take my words seriously, do you?”
Zhao Wutian grew angry, turning suddenly to glare at the three behind him.
“How could that be? The Devil King is already prepared.”
This time, it was Tuntian Demon Sovereign who spoke.
“Then that’s excellent; I can relax now.”
Zhao Wutian’s demeanor softened, unaware that the other party was already filled with contempt for him.
“Such a cowardly human!”
Tuntian Demon Sovereign thought to himself: “Just sixty thousand ants; you think you can invite the Devil King down? You’re not worthy! He is comparable to a Sage!”
“When will you activate the formation? After the auction?”
Suddenly, Tunyuan Demon Marshal asked.
Hearing this, Zhao Wutian sneered.
“Really, pulling down my pants to fart; it’s superfluous.”
“Once they are all inside for the auction, I will promptly activate the formation because the dead have no qualification to trade with me; in the end, all their possessions will belong to me!”
Zhao Wutian said with bloodthirsty intent.
He had waited too long for this moment and didn’t want to wait any longer, not even half an hour!
“What time is it, and why hasn’t the auction opened for us to enter?”
At that moment, a voice of impatience came from the crowd.
Many had waited for several hours and were increasingly irritated.
“You’re right; what are the organizers thinking? Are they intentionally toying with us?”
“Please be a little patient…”
A servant stepped forward, patiently explaining, “Unknown to everyone, we are waiting for the arrival of the most distinguished guest. Only when the esteemed one from Room Number One arrives will the auction doors open.”
As soon as these words were spoken, they ignited the anger of the volcano.
Among the cultivators present, none were humble; many were people of great status, and they would never tolerate being looked down upon.
“Who has such a big ego to make us wait?”
“Back to you, it’s the Guest Senior from the Soaring Empire.”
Upon hearing this, countless people scoffed.
A mere guest from a secular empire dared to be so ostentatious; truly courting death!
“The guest has arrived!”
At that moment, a loud voice rang out in the crowd, and without anyone noticing, a passage suddenly opened. Zhou Tong walked through leisurely, followed by Mu Ran Ya and the Little Demoness.
As for the other three, they had other matters to attend to, so they did not come along.
“So this is the so-called guest? Just so-so; I could crush him with a finger!” someone said coldly, a wave of killing intent surging.
Others had ulterior motives, brazenly eyeing Mu Ran Ya and the Little Demoness.
“What beautiful women! I’ve never seen such gems in my life; if I could possess her…”
“Junior Apprentice Brother…”
Chen Ling’er gazed affectionately at Zhou Tong, only to be gently tapped by Lian Hanxing, forcing her to suppress her inner emotions.
“Grandpa, that guy is bullying me.”
In the crowd, You Yelan pointed at Zhou Tong, pouting to the elder next to her.
You Jingfeng glanced over; just a single look left him stunned.
“What’s wrong with you, Grandpa?”
“Ahem… I’m foolish; I can’t see the depth of that young man beside the Cangyue girl, but one thing I can confirm…”
“That mature woman is a Female Sage!”
“What!”
You Yelan felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her heartbeat pausing for a moment.
She couldn’t understand how the Little Demoness had managed to cling to the leg of such monsters.
At the top of the auction, the three demon lords saw Zhou Tong’s figure and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Is this the one you’re wary of? I could blow him away in one breath!”
Facing the mockery, Zhao Wutian remained unfazed.
Just as Zhou Tong was about to step into the auction doors, someone suddenly made a move.
“Stop right there!”
A cocky, yellow-haired youth shouted, attracting everyone’s attention.
“What’s the matter?”
Zhou Tong stopped, turning to look at the other party, with the two women beside him doing the same.
“So beautiful…”
The youth gazed at Mu Ran Ya, instantly captivated, greed blazing in his eyes as if he wanted to possess her.
“I am the young master of the Qiankun sect; I want to ask for the sake of the world’s heroes, what qualification does a mere guest like you have to stand before us? Aren’t you afraid of dying tragically?”
As soon as this was said, voices of agreement echoed around.
They couldn’t stand Zhou Tong either; a weakling had no right to look down on them, and if he dared to do so, he was courting death.
“What do you want?”
Zhou Tong’s lips curled up, showing no fear.
This attitude made the opponent frown: “Kneel and kowtow a hundred times, apologizing to the world’s heroes!”
“And then?” Zhou Tong’s expression remained unchanged.
“And then… umm… right! To punish you, you must hand over those two women beside you to me for a little fun; you don’t deserve to possess such beauties!”
The opponent blurted out, lost in thought.
“This guy is going to be in trouble.”
You Yelan revealed a gloating expression.
She knew very well what terrifying consequences awaited after crossing Zhou Tong’s bottom line.
“Are you done speaking?”
“I’m done; hurry up and kowtow!” The other snorted, arms crossed, arrogant.
“Since you’re done, then go to hell!”
