Chapter 62: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

"Scram!"

However, before his words had even faded, the lead guard captain merely glanced at him indifferently and spoke in a flat tone, his words showing that he did not hold this spoiled young master in any regard at all.

"What did you say?"

Jin Buhuan revealed an expression of annoyance.

The Golden Sand Sect was powerful, and he was accustomed to being arrogant; when had he ever been humiliated like this?

Jin Buhuan was instantly filled with rage. Disregarding the consequences, his spoiled nature flared up. He flicked his right hand, and a golden Flying Sword shot out, slashing fiercely toward his opponent.

"Young Master, no!"

The guards beside him had their expressions change abruptly. Clearly, they had not expected the young master to dare to strike at such a moment, and it was already too late to stop him.

Seeking death!

A cold, fierce glint flashed in the guard captain's eyes. He did not dodge or evade the Flying Sword, instead blocking it head-on.

"Bang..."

As he flicked his right hand, accompanied by the sound of clashing metal, the Flying Sword was blocked by his left arm. The next instant, he pointed his right hand toward the void.

Swish! In a flash of flowing light, that streak of light easily pierced through the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Young Master!"

The two elders of the Golden Sand Sect revealed expressions of extreme shock and anger. What made them even more furious was seeing the guard captain flick his right hand, revealing a flickering five-colored nascent soul—needless to say, it was Jin Buhuan's nascent soul.

"Return our Young Master to us."

Seeing this, the two naturally dared not move easily, and the others who had been jeering were all stunned, not expecting the opponent to resort to killing at the slightest disagreement.

"Golden Sand Sect, if I recall correctly, the Sect Master is a Golden Core late-stage cultivator. If I haven't miscalculated, that should be this brat's father. But so what? In the Golden Sand Sect, you may have your way, but not here. You are nothing but mere ants. Go and ask around—this Tiannan City is the territory of the Tiannansect. I am the tenth elder of the Tiannansect, Xiangtianyun. If you are not satisfied, I welcome you to come and seek revenge."

Xiangtianyun's tone was full of mockery. As his voice fell, he clenched his right hand abruptly, and the young master's nascent soul was crushed to pieces on the spot, scattering into streaks of light.

Tiannansect? Those onlookers all gasped in shock.

The Tiannansect was a top-tier hegemon in this region. There were as many Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect as fingers on two hands, and it was even rumored that there were Deity Transformation powerhouses within the Tiannansect! "I know you fellow Daoists are used to being unrestrained, but you must understand: Tiannan City is not a place for you to be arrogant!"

For a moment, the surroundings became quiet.

Having experienced the recent bloodbath, their heated heads finally cleared a little.

The Golden Sand Sect might be considered a very powerful force outside, but compared to the Tiannansect, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

To put it bluntly, if the Tiannansect wanted to wipe out the Golden Sand Sect, it wouldn't take a single day.

The effect of killing the chicken to warn the monkey naturally needed no explanation; soon, no one dared to cause trouble.

The scene before him naturally had little impact on Su Zhangqing. Soon, he calmed his mind and stepped inside.

As a Golden Core cultivator, he naturally had the qualifications to enter the auction. After paying the Spirit Stones, Su Zhangqing successfully entered the auction.

What appeared before him was a grand hall like a palace of jade.

Inscribed above were the five glittering golden characters "Tiannan Auction." The entire pavilion was crystal clear; the hall was actually built from high-grade purple crystal stones, which could be called extremely luxurious.

At the entrance of the hall stood ten Protectors of Treasures, all of them at the Golden Core stage. When Su Zhangqing arrived, he immediately felt several cold divine senses sweep over him, though they quickly moved elsewhere.

Su Zhangqing's expression remained calm, without the slightest change, and he entered the hall with a composed demeanor.

The entire hall was vast, furnished with tables and chairs set with spirit fruits and spirit tea. At the very top, there were over a dozen huge private rooms, clearly prepared for those with status.

These cultivators were not crowded together but scattered sparsely. The entire auction venue was a huge circle, with rows of seats spiraling upward, and the auction took place in the very center.

Su Zhangqing's expression shifted as he briefly gauged the number of Golden Core cultivators present; at a rough glance, there were about a thousand.

The others were small cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm. These were the most numerous, at least five thousand or so. Su Zhangqing found a secluded spot to sit down and waited quietly.

There was about an hour left until the trading began. He did not look around at the other cultivators too much, as that would only invite unnecessary trouble.

Su Zhangqing closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.

A five-colored light flickered, and an eighteen-year-old woman dressed in a bold style appeared.

A pair of jade peaks stood high, her charming eyes were like silk, as if they could speak, and her voice was extremely sweet.

"Welcome everyone to Wanbao Hall. I am Bai Ruxue, greetings to you all. I will be hosting this auction."

As her voice fell, the woman clapped her hands, and seven or eight maidservants walked in one by one.

Each held a jade tray covered with a red cloth. Su Zhangqing released his divine sense, only for it to be bounced right back.

Su Zhangqing's expression changed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he withdrew his divine sense; he did not want to attract attention by forcibly prying.

Seeing the crowd's gaze fixed on the treasure, Bai Ruxue raised her jade hand and picked up a tray. Without opening the red cloth, she spoke.

"This first auction item is a low-grade Dharma Treasure, the Child-Mother Soul-Chasing Sword!"

"A low-grade Dharma Treasure?"

Upon hearing "low-grade Dharma Treasure," most of the old monsters around revealed expressions of disappointment.

For Foundation Establishment cultivators, a low-grade Dharma Treasure might be rare and hard to find, but to them, it was not considered a precious item.

Those who could come to this auction were no ordinary people.

Not to mention their high status within their respective sects, even the rogue cultivators were mostly hegemons of their own regions. One could imagine their wealth; no one looked upon a low-grade Dharma Treasure with much regard.

Seeing that the crowd had no interest, Bai Ruxue did not show any dissatisfaction; instead, she chuckled and flicked her hand, lifting the red cloth.

"The Child-Mother Soul-Chasing Sword is forged from black gold cold iron, containing over a dozen rare materials such as secret silver, gold essence, and iron thunder wood. It is exceptionally hard. This sword comes in a set of eight; one can easily drive the seven child swords to fight the enemy using the mother sword. The starting price is 300,000 Spirit Stones."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Ruxue cast a spell. With the five-colored light flickering and the movement of the mother sword in her hand, the seven child swords swirled and danced, and a chilling pressure slowly spread in all directions.

Whether they were human cultivators or those Golden Core monsters of the demon race, many revealed greedy expressions in their eyes.

If it were an ordinary Dharma Treasure, they might not look at it, but a set of low-grade Dharma Treasures was quite good.

As everyone knew, manipulating Dharma Treasures required the consumption of divine sense and magic power, and manipulating multiple Dharma Treasures was quite difficult.

It was precisely under these circumstances that set-type treasures were particularly rare. For example, this Child-Mother Soul-Chasing Sword had the power equivalent to seven ordinary Dharma Treasures, yet because it was controlled by the mother sword, the consumption of divine sense was much less than that of ordinary Dharma Treasures.

For a moment, as everyone looked at this low-grade Dharma Treasure, their eyes shone brightly.

Especially since the starting price was ridiculously low, many people participated in the competition.

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"Six hundred thousand!"

(End of this chapter)