"Sister Li, this heart-warming Gu is so terrifying!"
In the private room number four, Yuan Jing's eyes widened in shock. "According to what this senior said, if I were to be poisoned by this, wouldn't it be worse than death?"
Xiang Sheng's mind flashed back to Wang Chuxiao trying his best to suppress his emotions. He pursed his lips slightly, "It's indeed worse than death."
"My heart is being devoured by thousands of insects."
Yuan Jing rubbed the goose bumps on her arms and muttered, "Senior, you are so pitiful..."
She murmured a few words sympathetically, but she wasn't that scared.
After all, this kind of poison without an antidote can be called a treasure. Even if someone with this poison poisons someone, it will not be the turn of a mere Jindan cultivator like her.
Therefore, compared to the centrifugal Gu, she is now more concerned about another thing.
Wen Zizhen has been away for so long, why hasn’t he come back yet?
Xiang Sheng naturally didn't know what Yuan Jing was thinking.
Her eyes were now fixed on Wang Chuxiao who was sitting in the lobby below.
Her body is perfect and her five senses are already sharp. After breaking through to the Spiritual Transformation stage, her spiritual perception has reached a new level.
Therefore, even though Wang Chuxiao's sound transmission skills were very advanced, he could not escape her perception.
Of course, even if she couldn't sense the source, after hearing those words, combined with the abnormalities she had seen in Wang Chuxiao before, she could guess it almost exactly.
No wonder Wang Chuxiao's mind was unstable and his breath was erratic. It turned out that the centrifugal Gu was causing trouble.
The closure of the Wanjian Vein has not been lifted yet... It seems that it is not only Wang Chuxiao who is infected with the heart Gu, but the entire Wanjian Vein!
It has been more than forty years since the mountain was closed.
The cultivation of those disciples in the lineage is far inferior to that of the lineage master Wang Chuxiao. They will not be able to hold out for long under the ravages of the poison.
Some of those with lower cultivation bases might have already died in endless pain...
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng couldn't help but wonder, if it was her who was poisoned, how would she deal with it?
The sword heart and sword intent are one. When the centrifugal Gu merges with the sword heart, the sword intent becomes ineffective.
"Sister Li, what are you thinking about? Why are you so lost in thought?"
Yuan Jing noticed that Xiang Sheng was absent-minded and couldn't help but ask.
Xiang Sheng came back to his senses, smiled, and said, "I was just thinking about what method could be used to kill the poisonous insect without hurting my Dao heart."
Yuan Jing opened her eyes slightly and asked in surprise, "Sister, didn't you hear what people say just now? Even the Piaoxue Palace, which is very good at medicine, can't cure this kind of poison.
How can we, cultivators who haven't even joined a sect, have the ability to detoxify such a strong poison?"
Xiang Sheng smiled: "I was just thinking casually, you took it seriously?"
Yuan Jing immediately shook her head stubbornly: "I didn't!"
"Okay, let's continue watching the auction."
…
Time passed gradually with each round of auctions, and in the blink of an eye, the sun set in the west and it was already Youshi.
The auction was nearing its end, but Tianlong Jushi had not yet appeared.
For this reason, many monks in the hall were already somewhat impatient, and a few monks even thought that Tianlong Jushi would not come again, so they left early.
"Brother, there are only two more rounds left before the auction ends. Do you think Monk Tianlong will come?"
In a seat at the back of the lobby, Wu Qi leaned over to whisper in his senior brother Yan Feipeng's ear.
"How should I know that?"
Yan Feipeng rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I just know that if you and I don't go back today, Master will make fun of me again."
Wu Qi smiled awkwardly, "Brother, that was an accident last time. Besides, weren't we lucky enough to be saved by that female senior?"
Wu Qi wanted to continue speaking, but seeing Yan Feipeng glaring at him, he immediately changed the subject, stood up straight, patted his chest, and said seriously:
"Brother, I promise that after watching this auction, I will go shopping with you and then immediately return to the sect with you."
Yan Feipeng snorted lightly, "You better keep your word, or I won't cover up for you this time."
"Of course, of course." Wu Qi agreed repeatedly.
While the two were talking, it was already completely dark outside.
Wen Shuichang ordered people to light up the spirit stone lamps in various places in the building.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Bright spiritual flames jumped out, gradually dispelling the darkness, and the private room was illuminated as bright as day.
Yuan Jing looked up at the exquisitely structured lampshades around her, then turned around and saw Xiang Sheng staring at the auction table without blinking, with a rare solemnity on his face, and even a hint of gloom that she had never seen before.
Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately followed Xiang Sheng's gaze.
This sight immediately shocked her greatly, and she screamed out in surprise: "Master Tianlong?!"
This sound came from the private room, and the noisy auction hall suddenly became silent.
Everyone looked around at the same time, and then their eyes fixed on the auction table, their eyes brightening.
Wen Shuichang was suddenly stared at by tens of thousands of people. He was stunned at first, and then he realized that everyone was not looking at him, but at the person behind him!
He was startled and immediately jumped away as if his feet were on fire and looked back.
I saw the void become like the surface of water, becoming transparent and rippling like the surface of a lake, and gradually a human face was reflected.
Such a strange way of appearing made many monks in the scene feel cold in their hearts, but many people still shouted excitedly.
“It’s Master Tianlong!”
"Master Tianlong has appeared!"
“…”
"He is the Lay Buddhist Tianlong?"
Wu Qi stared blankly, feeling a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He couldn't help but shudder, his face pale as he pulled Yan Feipeng and whispered, "Brother, don't you think that face is a little..."
"Shut up!"
Yan Feipeng's expression at this moment was not much better than his junior brother's.
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