Chapter 0112

Chapter 112: A Fawn Charms, a Stag Hurts, a Strong Deer Turns to Ash!

Mo Liu Su was truly angry; after being toyed with twice in a row, anyone would snap. Her reason and patience broke all at once as she shouted: “If you dare make me suffer, none of you will have it easy!”

Her aura, nearly at Half Saint, burst out inside the auction hall and raged across the floor, making many people turn pale.

“Wait!” Zhao Wu Tian spoke with a hint of worry. With an accident happening in front of everyone, the auction could not escape blame no matter who did it. He knew he was at fault, and even more, he feared Mo Liu Su making a scene would ruin his plan, so he hurried to calm things down as he said: “This is our failure to keep watch. I am willing to repay all your losses, and I promise you a ten percent discount on every item you bid on from now on.”

Hearing that, Mo Liu Su finally cooled down as she said: “That’s more like it,” then returned to her room.

Zhao Wu Tian sneered to himself as he watched her go. Even a ninety percent discount would be fine. Once everyone here was wiped out, all the treasures and spirit stones would return to his hands anyway. This “concession” was just moving money from his left pocket to his right.

“Next, please welcome the third auction item,” the elder sang out in a long voice, making the crowd crane their necks to look.

This time no lovely beauty came carrying a tray. Instead, eight muscle-bound men strained up the stage with a huge cabinet. Blue veins stood out all over as they heaved it into place, clearly exhausted.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes. The cabinet was pitch black from top to bottom and forged entirely from Nethergold. Even by itself, the cabinet was a rare treasure. Nethergold was special: not only was it extremely hard, it also blocked all killing intent, making it perfect for shields and armor. Even so, Zhou Tong could still sense a crushing pressure from inside. Whatever lay within had to be terrifying.

“Everyone, be careful. This item is dangerous. If you are not confident in your strength, it’s best not to look. This is for your own good,” the elder said with a smile, though his tone carried a clear challenge.

That would never fly. Which cultivator wasn’t stubborn to the bone? Who would admit they were weak in public? Every gaze locked on the cabinet.

As the door slowly opened, a strand of rainbow light shot out and entered everyone’s eyes. In an instant, screams filled the hall, and blood seeped from many people’s eyes. Voices cracked as people cried: “Ah… curse it, my eyes… my eyes are burning!” Others clutched their heads as they shouted: “It hurts! What is that thing! It’s burning my soul, and I can’t look away!”

Within moments, the fear in those screams grew thick, and more than a few hovered on death’s door.

At the last second, Zhou Tong moved. He stamped lightly, and a vast wave of spiritual power rolled out, severing the victims’ lines of sight.

“Whew!” Heavy breathing rose and fell across the room. Many people slumped where they stood, drenched in cold sweat and looking miserable.

“Thank you, Guest Elder, for saving us,” the survivors called toward the Heaven No. 1 room, cupping their hands, but received no reply.

Inside the room, Zhou Tong had stood up and stared without blinking at what lay in the cabinet as he thought: [Where did that rat Zhao Wu Tian get these rare treasures?] He felt numb with shock; this auction item was even more weighty than the last.

When the radiance finally faded, the treasure’s glow pulled back. In the cabinet lay a marble-sized rainbow sphere, giving off an indescribable fragrance.

“Do not smell it!” someone warned in a tight voice, yet a few still fell for it. Their minds went hazy, and they toppled to the floor in a doze.

What was it? Eyes burned hot across the hall. This was no common thing.

“Have any of you heard of the Glazed Divine Deer?” the elder asked, twisting his beard with a pleased smile.

A hiss ran through the room as people sucked in breath. That creature existed only in legend and was rarer even than a dragon or a phoenix. It was a Divine Beast.

“This colored sphere… could it be…?” someone stammered, pointing at the cabinet with a shaking finger.

“Yes. This is a Glazed Divine Deer’s scent pouch, and it comes from a young deer,” the elder said.

People were so shocked they could barely speak. The scent pouch held the deer’s essence, and its use was blunt and simple. In two words: become a Saint. It could push someone in the Reincarnation Realm into Half Saint, and a Half Saint into Saint. Its power defied the heavens and could drive anyone mad with desire.

But such a treasure came with limits. The Glazed Divine Deer lived through four stages. At birth, its hide showed only three colors. This newborn fawn had no scent pouch yet. As it grew to the next stage, its body showed five colors and the scent pouch formed; this was the small deer stage. That pouch was the most precious: its full effects were gentle and kind, and it helped one break into sainthood without side effects. With further growth, the deer became a big deer, its hide showing seven colors. The pouch’s medicine turned fierce. It could still help someone become a Saint, but at great risk. In the final stage, the Glazed Divine Deer became the Nine Color Divine Deer and awakened its gift, the Nine Color Glass Light, which ignored all defenses and was terrifying. People called this stage the Strong Deer. At that point, the pouch’s medicine became like deadly poison. Anyone below Saint who took it would explode and die, so in most eyes the Strong Deer’s pouch had no value. The saying made it clear: a fawn charms, a stag hurts, a strong deer turns to ash.

But in Zhou Tong’s eyes, the auctioned pouch was not from a small deer at all; it was from a Strong Deer. Because of that, he was even more excited. Many did not know that while the Strong Deer’s pouch was poison to those below Saint, it was a priceless tonic to those above Saint.

Zhou Tong glanced at Mu Rong Ya and made up his mind as he thought: [Master just reached Saint. It’s time to power her up. If we get lucky, she might even learn the Glazed Divine Deer’s Nine Color Glass Light. That would be like giving a tiger wings.]

“I’ll take it,” Zhou Tong said, firm and clear.

Mo Liu Su had the same idea. If she wanted to become a Saint, she needed this item.

Just then, the auction elder raised his voice as he announced: “This item will not be sold for spirit stones.”

The hall went blank for a heartbeat.

“If not spirit stones, then what?” people called.

“Payment will be in treasures,” the elder said. “Pills, artifacts, weapons, anything. Whoever offers the highest-value treasure will win the pouch.”