Chapter 84

"Cough, cough!"

Guan Canghai coughed lightly a few times, drawing the attention of half the crowd, but nearly half of the warriors still looked at the quietly seated Ye Guyun: "For such an incident to occur, our pavilion also bears responsibility.

"For the few injured friends, all the expenses for healing will be covered by our pavilion, and each person will receive thirty yuan stones as compensation!"

This time, it finally managed to bring most of the warriors back to their senses, and many were envious.

For Inner Breath Realm warriors, fifty lower-grade yuan stones were definitely a substantial amount of resources. Those people had only been caught in the aftermath and would recover in a month at most, so they could be said to have gained a windfall.

"Ha ha, the last treasure of today's auction is—"

Guan Canghai smiled and scanned the crowd, seemingly glancing casually at Ye Guyun, his gaze slightly moving upward to look at a private room on the third floor.

That was the private room he had arranged for Li Chen.

Ah!

A shrill scream suddenly came from the private room.

Everyone's faces changed abruptly, especially Guan Canghai's, because this was not the scream he had imagined.

Bang, bang, bang!

It seemed that the person inside could not bear the intense pain and suddenly crashed into the crystal screen, hitting it several times. Before the crowd could react, it shattered, and the person fell into the venue.

Hiss!

Seeing the black, shapeless mass that was clearly a servant in constant rolling, everyone drew a sharp breath.

Poison!

And not just any poison. Soon, a foul smell spread, and the screaming person turned into a pool of pus. The nearby warriors all felt dizzy and quickly scattered.

"How is he not inside?"

Guan Canghai looked at the pool of pus, his eyes flashing with various possibilities. He had clearly seen him in the private room before. Could he have left halfway through?

"Who dares to cause trouble in my Treasure Gathering Pavilion?"

A powerful and stern voice echoed, and suddenly, an elderly figure appeared on the stage—it was Guan Cangshan.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes. According to their plan, it should have been Yun Zhonglong and his group ambushing the person in the private room, then being surrounded.

"This is the Scorpion Poison, the signature poison of Yun Zhongxie from the Tianyun Thirteen Thieves!"

Suddenly, a warrior pointed at the pool of pus on the ground, which had formed the shape of a scorpion, and exclaimed in shock.

"It really is the Scorpion Poison!"

"The Thirteen Thieves are supposed to be dead, right?"

"How is that possible?"

"Are the previous rumors all false?"

In an instant, all the warriors in the venue were shocked by the deadly poison on the ground and scattered, many showing signs of fear.

It was well-known that among the Thirteen Thieves, there were the Five Poisons: scorpion, snake, spider, toad, and centipede. It was said that due to their long-term exposure to poisons, the poisons had entered their bodies, damaging their meridians, preventing them from ever reaching the True Forging Realm.

However, because of this, they had cultivated poison techniques that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Even early and mid-stage True Forging Realm warriors found it hard to resist, and only late-stage True Forging Realm warriors could expel the poisons with their abundant true qi.

All the questions pointed to the rumors before the auction and the few spirit weapons belonging to the Thirteen Thieves that were part of the auction.

"Don't panic, everyone, or the bandits will take advantage!"

Guan Cangshan waved his hand and suddenly channeled his true qi, spreading it throughout the hall.

Ah!

Suddenly, another scream rang out, and the crowd immediately scattered.

A person in a cloak lay on the ground, gasping in pain. The cloak was torn off, revealing a young man with a rat-like appearance.

"It's Young Master Guan Shubei!"

A warrior in the crowd exclaimed, and those nearby were immediately astonished.

The Guan brothers, with their high cultivation, could hear clearly despite the noise and immediately flew over to the scene.

"Beibei!"

Seeing Guan Shubei rolling on the ground, the two immediately cried out in shock and tried to help him up, but they hesitated halfway.

Guan Shubei's face was green, his forehead black, and his lips purple, clearly indicating he had been poisoned, and there was a risk of the poison spreading to them.

"Father, Uncle, save me, it hurts!"

Guan Shubei, in a daze, saw the two and convulsed, wailing in pain.

"Yun Zhonglong, come out! How dare you do this and not take responsibility?"

Guan Cangshan's heart ached, and he trembled, unable to bear the shock of losing his son in his old age. He shouted sternly at the surroundings.

His words made all the warriors scatter, carefully looking around, especially at those in cloaks.

"Heh, you killed my sworn brother, blood for blood!"

A vague voice echoed from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint.

"Sound Shifting Technique!"

This was an intermediate-stage mystic technique that could alter the direction of sound, making it impossible to determine the source.

Clearly, Yun Zhonglong was hiding in the crowd.

"Nonsense, we didn't kill anyone. What does it have to do with my son?"

Guan Cangshan's hair and beard bristled with anger, seeing Guan Shubei spitting blood, seemingly on the verge of death.

"Heh, if you didn't kill him, why does your son have my second brother's Wind and Rain Fan? Don't tell me you gave it to him to play with. You, Guan Cangshan, aren't rich enough to give a mid-grade spirit weapon to a mere Inner Breath Realm warrior!"

This time, the words were longer but filled with anger.

"Nonsense, give me the antidote first, and we can talk!"

Guan Cangshan said urgently, his voice tinged with pleading.

"Everyone, take off your cloaks!"

Guan Canghai suddenly channeled his true qi and shouted.

"Heh, better not. Otherwise, my brothers and sisters will release the Five Poisons!"

Yun Zhonglong, hidden in the shadows, laughed coldly, showing no concern.

"Yun Zhonglong, die!"

Suddenly, a roar echoed, and a powerful aura shot toward a spot in the crowd.

"Song Wanlin, you're really here!"

A cold voice laughed from the crowd.

Clang!

A blue-ice sword beam and a deep-blue knife beam clashed, producing a sharp, metallic sound.

The aura spread, and low-rank warriors suffered, their clothes torn and bleeding, wailing as they fled to the side.

Some tried to run out of the venue in the chaos but were blocked by several figures at the entrance and around, all with strange skin and covered in poisonous insects.

It was clear that they were the Five Poisons of the Tianyun Thirteen Thieves, who had released their poisonous insects.

Boom!

A strong gust of wind blew, and two figures flew apart.

A middle-aged warrior with a silver-white long sword, a pale face, and mostly white hair, tore off his cloak and coldly stared at the person several yards away.

An old man with a robust build, a stern face, and a dark-blue treasure knife in his hand, also tore off his cloak, revealing his tight-fitting clothes.

It was clear that the sword-wielder was Yun Zhonglong, and the knife-wielder was the lord of Songyang City, Song Wanlin.

Crack!

The crystal walls in front of the private room shattered, and several figures from major forces leaped out, dozens of True Forging Realm warriors converging on Yun Zhonglong.