Chapter 115: Mentally Retard

A masked cultivator stepped onto the stage.

Judging by his attire, he was one of the disciples from the sect present in the hall yesterday.

In his hand, he held an iron chain, and at the other end of the chain was a woman—delicate in appearance, dressed in thin robes. Through the white-green gauze, the curves of her body and pale skin could faintly be seen.

Her dark eyes were clouded, as if veiled in mist. Through the strands of hair falling over her face, she stared blankly ahead.

Who else could it be if not Tang Murou?!

Tang Murou lifted her head and looked around.

“Ha! So many people… Has my brother returned? Is my brother here to take Rou’er home?”

The cultivator laughed.

“To be honest, this woman caused my brother’s death during the Immortal Alliance Conference. Such a beauty—what a waste to let her die! So I captured her and turned her into a plaything. A broken toy anyway, and I’ve had my fill. Starting bid: one spirit stone. Consider it a gift for my fellow Immortal friends!”

Though her body was no longer pure, with such looks—just one spirit stone?!

This was blatant humiliation!

Coalball, the little beast, was naive. “One spirit stone? That’s the price of a candied hawthorn.”

It thought for a moment, then clung to Jiang Niannian’s hand, whimpering.

“I’ll be good from now on, I promise! I won’t make you angry anymore, so don’t sell me.”

Jiang Niannian’s lips twitched.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours? Why would I ever sell you?”

“But the other day, when I stepped on your immortal grass, you said you’d sell me.”

“That was just angry talk.”

Coalball fell silent, glanced at the auction stage, then muttered, “…If you really have to sell me, at least two spirit stones. I don’t want to be the same price as candied hawthorn.”

Jiang Niannian: “…”

Linglang Pavilion had always been a marketplace for stolen goods and illicit trades. Auctioning off living people wasn’t a secret, though it was usually mortals or non-human species. Selling a cultivator like this was rare.

For a moment, the hall was filled with crude laughter and obscene chatter.

“Tsk, a real beauty. Heh, looks like she’s been played with plenty—she’s already lost her mind.”

“Perfect. The last girl I bought got boring. I’ve never tried one this delicate before.”

“She’s pretty, no doubt. But she’s not a virgin, and she’s gone a little dumb. No fun for me.”

“Come on, she’s only one spirit stone! What more do you expect?”

Just then, a voice came from a private booth on the third floor, muffled by a curtain.

“Brother, since you’ve brought such fine goods, shouldn’t we inspect her first? Make sure there aren’t any defects.”

The cultivator chuckled.

“Naturally.”

With that, he took out a talisman from his sleeve, infused it with spiritual energy, and let it burn.

Immediately, Tang Murou moved like a puppet on strings, standing up and shedding her layers of clothing.

A fair, slender leg extended gracefully, as if inviting temptation.

The hall fell silent.

All eyes were on her, filled with admiration and desire.

Yin Buqi only gave her a cold glance before shifting his gaze to Jiang Niannian.

Seeing the anger in her eyes and the way her fingers dug into her palm, he asked, “Nian Nian, what’s wrong?”

“Tang Murou deserves to die. I just find this whole auction of living people disgusting… How many women have suffered like this? But… is she really insane?”

Yin Buqi shook his head.

“Not sure.”

The cultivator continued, “Rest assured, my friends. This woman bears the Soul Enchantment Seal. With a single command, she will obey without resistance.”

Jiang Ziyou frowned.

“Soul Enchantment Seal? Master never taught us about that.”

Jiang Niannian explained, “It’s a technique created by the Hehuan Sect. Once branded with this seal, both body and soul are under the owner’s control—unable to live, unable to die.”

Yin Buqi’s expression darkened.

“How do you know this?”

“I read about it in a novel. Didn’t think it was real.”

The bidding began.

“One hundred spirit stones!”

“Five hundred spirit stones!”

“Five hundred fifty spirit stones!”

The bidding from the second-floor seats grew louder, but the third-floor private booths remained silent. Clearly, they were saving their money for the String Manipulation Technique auction later.

“Six hundred spirit stones! Any higher bids?”

Then—

A hand emerged from a third-floor booth, tossing out a silver token.

The auctioneer of Linglang Pavilion picked it up and announced, “One thousand spirit stones!”

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

“She went from one to a thousand spirit stones?!”

No one bid higher.

While she was beautiful, spending that much wasn’t worth it.

Even the cultivator selling her hadn’t expected it.

He ordered Tang Murou to dress and led her upstairs.

Tang Murou followed excitedly.

“Where’s my brother?”

The cultivator impatiently replied, “Ahead.”

Tang Murou clapped her hands.

“Then hurry! I can’t wait to see him. I have to tell him—you bullied me! You hurt me so much!”

“Heh, crazy woman.”

The cultivator knocked on a private booth door.

A voice from inside replied, “Enter.”

Inside, four people sat—three men and one woman, all masked.

The man in the center had black hair and red eyes, seated at the table.

The cultivator sneered. “Surely, Immortal Lord, you haven’t taken a liking to this slut?”

Yin Buqi let out a soft laugh, turning his face slightly.

His lips curled into a cruel smile, his gaze cold and filled with violent malice. He ignored the cultivator’s words and instead spoke to Tang Murou.

“Tang Murou… I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Finally, we meet again.”

Tang Murou’s pupils shrank. Her face turned deathly pale.

“You…”

Before she could finish, an invisible pressure bore down on her. She let out a painful whimper, her lips losing all color.

Stumbling backward, she begged, “Yin Buqi, I was wrong! I never wanted to kill Yin Ci! Please… Please let me go!”

She was undeniably beautiful, but at this moment, all anyone could see was the twisted ugliness radiating from within—just like the darkness that had long since consumed her heart.

“Heh. Let you go? Your hands are still stained with Yin Ci’s blood.”

The cultivator, seeing Yin Buqi summon a crimson-black iron sword, tactfully shut the door and left.

Yin Buqi sneered.

“Looks like she really has gone dumb.”

He raised his hand slightly, forming a barrier within the booth.

Coalball shifted into its beast form, its expression ferocious. It lunged forward and bit off Tang Murou’s ear in one vicious snap.

“AAAAAAHHHHH!” Tang Murou screamed in terror, clutching her wound. Blood streamed through her fingers. She trembled uncontrollably. “Blood! So much blood! Don’t kill me—please, I beg you!”

Outside, the auction continued, oblivious to the events unfolding inside.

Within the barrier, the pressure intensified. Tang Murou finally collapsed, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Behind her, nine snow-white fox tails spread out.

Jiang Niannian frowned.

“Buqi, what are you doing?”

“Cutting off her nine tails before killing her—otherwise, she won’t die.”