77: Chapter 77 Severely Damaged

The scene shifts back to the Eastern Region.

In Tianshui City, at Haiyue Inn, the auction is held as scheduled.

The first-floor lobby of the inn has been converted into an auction venue. There are no luxurious private rooms; all guests are squeezed onto long wooden benches.

Even the least significant person sitting here is a Soul Transformation Stage old monster.

Ye Yuan sits in a private seat on the second floor, overlooking the entire venue. Nie Xiao stands guard at the stairs, clutching his broken saber, acting as the toughest door god.

Chu Kuangren serves as the auctioneer, standing on the stage, his legs still trembling.

The people sitting below are too terrifying.

In the corner on the left, a Loose Cultivator wrapped in a black robe emits a thick Death Qi. That is the Old Ancestor of the Corpse-Driving Sect, who was notorious a thousand years ago.

By the window on the right sits a little girl in red, playing with a seven-colored poisonous snake in her hands. She is the Saintess of the Southern Border Poison Sect.

Three seats in the center of the front row are empty.

No one dares to sit there.

"Sect Master Chu, the time has come. Begin." Ye Yuan's voice descends from the second floor.

Chu Kuangren swallows his saliva and strikes the copper gong in his hand.

"Seniors, fellow Daoists. The Hidden Ye Family's first public auction begins now."

He lifts the red cloth on the stage, revealing a white jade tray. Inside the tray are three small glass vials. Within the vials, dark golden blood churns, with faint, roaring dragon-shaped phantoms. It is the Essence Blood of a Pure-Blooded Dragon.

The breathing in the lobby becomes heavy.

"The starting price is three million Top-Grade Spirit Stones. Each bid must be no less than one hundred thousand." Chu Kuangren announces the price.

The entire venue falls into dead silence.

Three million Top-Grade Spirit Stones are enough to empty the entire treasury of a medium-sized Sect.

"Three million, I will take it."

A hoarse voice breaks the silence.

The inn door is pushed open. An old man wearing tattered Daoist robes walks in. The old man is blind in one eye and carries a huge medicine gourd on his back. It is Medicine Blind from the Changsheng Pavilion.

Someone in the crowd recognizes the old man's identity and gasps.

Medicine Blind walks to the empty seat in the front row, sits down, and tosses a Storage Pouch onto the stage.

"Here are three million Top-Grade Spirit Stones. These three drops of blood are perfect for refining the Reincarnation Pill."

Chu Kuangren looks toward the second floor. Ye Yuan toyed with his wine cup, saying nothing.

"Five million."

A crisp female voice rings out.

The woman in green who appeared on the second floor earlier enters the lobby from the side door, holding a red umbrella. She sits down next to Medicine Blind and folds up her umbrella. Yanyu Pavilion has made a bid.

Medicine Blind's only remaining eye stares at the woman in green: "Yanyu Pavilion doesn't need Dragon blood to kill people. Girl, did your Pavilion Master send you to cause trouble?"

"Buying it back to feed the fish," the woman replies in a flat tone.

The atmosphere in the lobby drops to freezing point.

Two ancient Legacies that have been in seclusion for thousands or even tens of thousands of years are now at odds over three drops of Dragon blood.

Ye Yuan chuckles on the second floor.

"Interesting."

He looks outside the inn. The clouds over Tianshui City undergo a strange change. The sea breeze is mixed with a strong, fishy stench. The Dragon Clan has come again.

And this time, it is not just Ao Kun who has come. Three waves of Semi-Saint level pressure lock onto Haiyue Inn from the direction of the Return Ruins. The Third, Fourth, and Fifth Ancestors of the Dragon Clan. They have come out in full force.

"Little brat of the Ye Family. Hand over the Essence Blood, and I will leave your corpse intact." Ao Kun's voice, mixed with thunder, echoes over Tianshui City.

The Loose Cultivators in the lobby turn pale, and many have already started moving toward the exit. If Semi-Saints clash, the aftermath alone could grind them into meat paste.

Medicine Blind and the woman in green remain seated, not even lifting their eyelids.

Ye Yuan stands up and walks to the railing. He ignores the Dragon Clan outside and instead looks at Nie Xiao standing at the stairs.

"Uncle Nie. Three old loaches are a bit too many."

Nie Xiao looks up. Beneath his messy hair, a flash of scarlet streaks through his dead, silent eyes. He grips the hilt of his saber, his thumb pushing the guard open.

"Not too many." Nie Xiao's voice is as hoarse as if it were being scraped against a whetstone. "It is a matter of one slash."

Before his words fade, Nie Xiao disappears from the inn along with his saber.

The next moment, over Tianshui City, a thousand-foot-long pitch-black saber radiance splits the firmament in two. Seawater surges backward, and the clouds shatter. The Saber Intent seals off the entire sea area.

Three shrill Dragon roars resound throughout the Eastern Region.

In the inn lobby, Medicine Blind's hand gripping the medicine gourd tightens. The red umbrella in the woman in green's hand also rotates half a turn.

Semi-Saint.

The power of this slash has already touched the threshold of the Saint realm. The Laws of the Heavenly Dao emit a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight under the saber radiance.

What on earth is the origin of the Hidden Ye Family?

In the Central Region, Brahma City.

Gu Sheng lies on a soft couch in the inn, watching the destiny points on the System panel jumping frantically.

[Harvesting of emotional value from the Eastern Region is complete. The Third Ancestor of the Dragon Clan is severely injured, the Fourth Ancestor has lost his tail, and the Fifth Ancestor's Physical Body has shattered. destiny points increased by one hundred thousand.]

"Nie Xiao's saber technique is truly useful." Gu Sheng turns over. "The Eastern Region is stable now. Next, it is time to wrap up the mess here in the Western Wasteland."

Outside the window, flames soar into the sky from the direction of the Great Leiyin Temple. The Ten Thousand Buddha Dharma Assembly is still ongoing. This is destined to be a sleepless night.

The night sky of Brahma City is divided into two halves. One half is the brilliant, blinding golden light of Buddhism, and the other is the churning, viscous nine nether Devilish Qi.

Gu Sheng pushes open the inn's skylight and moves a rattan chair to sit down. Luo Qingxue places the nine nether soul-suppressing zither on the table and pours two cups of hot tea.

The main square of the Great Leiyin Temple has turned into a giant meat grinder. The sword light of the Wan Jian Holy Land shuttles indiscriminately between the Devil cultivators and the warrior monks. Zhao Tiangang's heavy sword dances so densely that not even a drop of water could pass through, forcibly hacking a bloody path through the chaotic battle.

After escaping, the Nether Ancestor does not rush to fight the Abbot to the death, but instead commands the Devil cultivators to frantically plunder the resources on the periphery of the Great Leiyin Temple. This old Devil Head is very shrewd; although the eye of the karma monument formation is damaged, the foundation of this Heavenly Dao product remains, and he will not gain anything from a head-on collision.

"The Buddhist Sect has basically lost everything but their underwear in the Western Wasteland this time." Gu Sheng picks up his teacup and blows on the hot steam.

The System flashes in his mind: [Host, the eye of the karma monument formation is in disarray, and the Laws of the Heavenly Dao are beginning to backlash. Those old monsters beneath the Great Leiyin Temple can no longer be suppressed.]

"They must suppress them even if they cannot. They were the ones who summoned the karma monument, so they must bear this Karma themselves." Gu Sheng sips his tea. "However, that old guy Zhao Tiangang is quite a fighter; with his Peak Integration cultivation, he has managed to hold off the siege of two Devil Generals."

Luo Qingxue looks at the fire in the distance: "The Great Leiyin Temple has a deep foundation, and the Devil Sect will not gain any substantial advantage. Once the old monsters of the Buddhist Sect free up their hands, none of these Devil cultivators will be able to escape."

"The Nether Ancestor knows that better than you do." Gu Sheng taps the windowsill lightly with his folding fan. "Look, he is about to retreat."

As soon as he finishes speaking, the Nether Ancestor lets out a sharp, long whistle. The sky-filling Devil clouds quickly converge, turning into a huge black whirlwind, sweeping up countless Devil cultivators and fleeing toward the outside of the city.

"Bald donkeys, you can play with this karma monument slowly. This Old Ancestor is leaving first!"

The Abbot stands on the Dharma platform, his cassock stained with blood. He wants to pursue them, but the out-of-control karma monument before him is frantically draining the surrounding Spiritual Qi, golden Sanskrit characters darting wildly in mid-air, even tearing tiny cracks in space.

"Amitabha." Deep within the Great Leiyin Temple, that old voice sounds once again.

A golden Buddha hand that covers the sky emerges from the pagoda forest and slams heavily onto the karma monument. The violent Spiritual Qi is forcibly suppressed, and the Sanskrit characters reattach to the surface of the stele. However, that crack can never be smoothed over.

The Buddhist Sect has suffered severely damaged Origin Qi.