Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 67

In the grand hall of the Medicine God Sect, shock and commotion erupted.

Dao Ling stared intently at Nangong Yin, who had suddenly appeared ten yards away. His muscles were tense, and his back was drenched with cold sweat. If Nangong Yin had decided to kill him instead of Xie Xinrong just now, how likely was he to escape or survive?

Dao Ling was gripped by intense fear. Seeing Nangong Yin kill Xie Xinrong, he quickly leaped backward, creating as much distance as possible between himself and Nangong Yin. At the same time, he took out a teleportation jade talisman and shattered it without hesitation.

Dao Ling had been at odds with Nangong Yin for a long time. Given that Nangong Yin dared to kill Xie Xinrong, he would certainly not miss the opportunity to kill him too. Before he left, Dao Ling cast a disdainful glance and issued a threat: "Nangong Yin, I will report your actions to the Immortal Alliance in full!"

Nangong Yin regarded him with indifference, barely even giving him a side glance.

A crack appeared in the void behind Dao Ling, and a powerful suction pulled him in. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from view, his whereabouts unknown.

Nangong Yin, covered in blood, shook her hands carelessly, using a simple spell to clean them. Her casual demeanor and composure starkly contrasted with the stiff, horrified faces of the human cultivators in the auction hall.

The Medicine God's son, who had been protecting Yan Zhao, had his face scrunched up with worry, his eyes nearly disappearing into the folds of his frown. Nangong Yin had suddenly attacked with no warning, as if acting purely on personal whims—just because she didn't like Xie Xinrong, she killed him.

Yan Zhao, standing behind the Medicine God's son, met Nangong Yin's gaze through the crowd. She recognized Nangong Yin immediately from their previous encounter.

The atmosphere in the hall was as cold as a winter's night, with a biting wind cutting through their faces like knives. Nangong Yin simply stood there, and all the cultivators seemed to be under a spell, afraid to make any large movements or even blink too much.

What had been lively discussion moments before had now disappeared into silence. Faced with Nangong Yin, all the human cultivators huddled together in secret but dared not take the lead.

At this moment, Nangong Yin finished wiping her hands, discarded the bloodstained handkerchief, and lifted her eyes, casting a cold glance at the crowd. "The highest bidder has already been killed. Is there anyone else who wants to make an offer?"

A chill ran through everyone's hearts. Nangong Yin's words seemed to explain her motive for killing the Immortal Alliance Deputy Envoy: it was because he had driven up the price and obstructed her from obtaining the Core Sun Pill, leading her to resort to murder.

If anyone dared to bid higher, would they become the next Xie Xinrong?

Rumors said that the Demon Lord of Cangli was unpredictable—one moment chatting amiably and the next, causing heads to fall. The rumors were not false.

Yan Zhao, holding the silver fox in her arms, was also trembling with a mix of anger and uncontrollable fear, relieved that Nangong Yin held no hostility toward her.

The Medicine God Sect's members were all grim-faced. Elder Wu cautiously approached the Medicine God's son and whispered, "Sect Master, what should we do now? Are we really going to give her the Core Sun Pill?"

Nangong Yin's actions had undeniably violated the rules of the auction. If they handed over the pill to pacify her, how would the world view the Medicine God Sect once the incident spread?