Chapter 0107

Chapter 107: Finished Talking? Then Go to Hell!

The morning glow rose and all things woke. The auction arrived as scheduled.

In the very center of the Imperial Capital, a luxurious pavilion had sprung up from flat ground. Its splendor could rival the Imperial Palace. It was hard to believe such a building had been finished in a single day. The methods of the Heavenly Dao Manor amazed everyone.

Before the event began, the area was already thick with the presence of cultivators. In contrast, there was not a single mortal within dozens of li. Whether they had been driven off or for some other reason, no common folk could be seen. No one cared about people deemed lower than ants. They only cared whether they could win the treasure they wanted.

By a rough count, there were sixty thousand cultivators present. It was a terrifying number. Most of them came for the name of the Yin Yang Dao Physique. That body was too special and held an almost fatal draw for male cultivators. It was said that a single dual-cultivation with it could remake one’s body and greatly raise one’s comprehension and talent. No cultivator could resist a reward like that. Because of it, even those with dull roots came to gamble on their future, no matter how slim the hope. Sadly, they were fated to be someone else’s harvest.

On the highest floor, Zhao Wu Tian looked down and trembled with excitement: “So many people. Hahaha… Heaven helps me. From now on, the peak of the world will have a place for me!”

It would not be long before these people became his food and paved his shortcut to the supreme Dao.

“Then I offer early congratulations,” came a voice, as three demonic shadows formed behind him.

They were the Tun Lan Commander, the Tun Yuan Devil Marshal, and the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable.

“You are finally here,” Zhao Wu Tian said without turning his head: “This time we each take what we need. I get the origin. You get the Dragon Vein.”

“As it should be,” the Tun Yuan Devil Marshal answered. He and Zhao Wu Tian were close in strength, so it fit for him to reply. Zhao Wu Tian did not have the right to speak directly to the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable.

“Has the Devil King arrived?” Zhao Wu Tian asked: “Without a powerhouse of that rank to suppress the field, I fear accidents.”

The three from the Devil Race fell silent.

“Why no answer? Do you take my words as wind by your ear?” Zhao Wu Tian snapped, whipping around to glare at them.

“How could that be? The Devil King is ready,” the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable said at last.

“Good. Then I can rest easy,” Zhao Wu Tian said, his look easing. He never noticed their scorn.

[What a timid human,] the Tun Heavenly Devil Venerable thought: [Only sixty thousand ants, and you want the Devil King to descend? Do you deserve that? He is equal to a Saint.]

“When will you open the grand array? After the auction?” the Tun Yuan Devil Marshal asked suddenly.

“That is pointless,” Zhao Wu Tian snorted: “Once they all enter, I will open the array at once. Dead men have no right to trade. In the end, their wealth will all be mine.” He had waited too long for this moment and did not want to wait even half an hour more.

“Why have they still not opened the auction and let us in!” someone in the crowd yelled, already impatient after hours of waiting.

“That’s right. What is the host thinking? Are they playing us on purpose?”

“Please calm down,” an attendant stepped out to explain: “We are waiting for our most honored guest. Only when the lord of Heaven No. 1 Room arrives will the doors open.”

The words were like a match to a volcano. Which cultivator present was not proud? Lords were many among them. How could they accept someone else standing on their heads?

“Who has such a grand air that he dares make us wait?”

“Answering, my lords: he is the honored guest of the Ling Xiao Empire.”

Scorn followed at once. A mere guest of a secular Empire dared to act so high and mighty. He was looking for death.

“The honored guest arrives!” a loud voice rang out then. A passage opened without anyone noticing how. Zhou Tong walked through calmly, with Mu Rong Ya and the little demoness behind him. As for the other three, they had other tasks and did not come.

“So that is the so-called honored guest? He is nothing. I could crush him with one hand,” someone said coldly, killing intent surging. Others stared at Mu Rong Ya and the little demoness with greedy eyes.

“What a beauty. I have never seen such perfection in my life. If I could have her…”

“Junior brother…” Chen Ling’er gazed at Zhou Tong with tender eyes, until Lian Han Xing gave her a light pat, and she forced her feelings back down.

“Grandfather, that is the one who bullied me,” You Ye Lan said, pointing at Zhou Tong and leaning toward the elder beside her to complain.

You Jing Feng looked over. With just one glance, he froze.

“Grandfather, what is it?”

He coughed and said: “This old man is dull. I cannot read the depth of the young man beside Miss Cang Yue. But there is one thing I can confirm… that mature woman is a female Saint!”

“What!” You Ye Lan felt as if lightning struck. Her heart skipped a beat. She could not understand how the little demoness had latched onto such monstrous backers.

On the top floor, the three demons saw Zhou Tong and could not help but laugh.

“So this is the one you fear? I could blow him to death with one breath!”

Zhao Wu Tian stayed unmoved by their mockery.

Just as Zhou Tong was about to step through the auction doors, someone made trouble.

“Stop right there!” a cocky yellow-haired youth shouted, drawing all eyes.

“What is it?” Zhou Tong halted and glanced back at him. The two women at his side did the same.

“So beautiful…” The youth stared at Mu Rong Ya and fell at once, greed lighting his gaze as if he wanted to claim her.

“I am the Young Lord of the Qiankun Sect,” he declared: “I speak for heroes of the world and ask you this. You are only an honored guest. What right do you have to stand before us? Are you not afraid of dying a sudden death?”

Voices in the crowd echoed him. They also disliked Zhou Tong. A weakling had no right to stand above them. If he insisted, then he was seeking death.

“What do you want?” Zhou Tong asked, a smile at his lips, unafraid.

The youth frowned at that calm look and said: “Kneel and kowtow one hundred times. Apologize to the heroes of the world!”

“And what else?” Zhou Tong’s face did not change.

“And… and… right, as punishment, you must hand over those two women beside you for me to play with. You do not deserve such peerless beauties!”

“That one is in trouble,” You Ye Lan said with schadenfreude. She knew very well what kind of terrible end awaited anyone who crossed Zhou Tong’s bottom line.

“Are you finished talking?” Zhou Tong asked.

“I am. Hurry up and kowtow!” the youth said, arms crossed and chin high.

“Since you are finished,” Zhou Tong said, voice flat, “then go to Hell.”