308: Chapter 306 Saintess Yan Rusi

*Swoosh.*

The red-robed man abruptly pulled back the final piece of black cloth.

At that moment, the sound of breathing in the hall paused in unison.

All eyes were fixed intently on that iron cage.

Su Lin also saw the sight inside the cage clearly, and the spiritual energy he had been preparing to erupt instantly jammed in his Meridians.

His brain experienced a momentary freeze.

The person locked in the cage was not one of his disciples at all.

It was a woman.

A woman wearing a tattered, bright red silk dress.

Her hands were suspended high by special spiritual energy chains, her body arching in a provocative curve.

Her long, fair legs hung weakly against the floor of the cage, with striking red marks chafed around her ankles.

The collar of that red dress was mostly torn, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Below her left collarbone was a seductive tattoo of a Hehuan flower.

That was the unique mark of the Hehuan Sect.

The woman's long hair was draped messily over her shoulders, obscuring half of her face.

But even with just half her face exposed, it was enough to make the blood of every male Cultivator present boil.

It was a natural, seductive charm; even in her current miserable state, she still radiated a soul-stealing allure.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, with tear tracks still hanging at the corners of her eyes.

Her pale lips were bitten hard, as if she were enduring immense pain.

*Gulp.*

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed throughout the hall.

"Could this actually be the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect from the Lower Realm?"

"My god, how could such a top-tier beauty fall to such a state?"

"That waist, those legs... if I could take her back for Dual Cultivation for a few nights, I'd be willing even if it shortened my life by ten years!"

The crowd completely erupted.

Those half-immortals who had been maintaining their composure now had bloodshot eyes, like a pack of hungry wolves catching sight of meat.

Su Lin looked at the woman, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

This world really is small.

He recognized this woman.

Yan Rusi.

The Saintess of the Hehuan Sect in the Lower Realm. Three hundred years ago, when Su Lin was traveling through the Southern Border, he had met her once.

Back then, Yan Rusi was in high spirits, being pursued by a group of Prodigies from the Righteous Path Sects.

Su Lin happened to be in a good mood at the time and casually threw down a Formation to help her block those pursuers.

The Saintess had been grateful, offering to undress and give herself to him on the spot to repay the debt of saving her life.

As a Grandmaster of his generation, Su Lin naturally declined such unsolicited benefits.

He righteously rejected her, leaving behind a remark to Cultivate properly and avoid such devious paths before drifting away.

He hadn't expected to run into her again after three hundred years in this remote corner of the Taihuang Immortal Domain.

And she was even being auctioned off as merchandise in a cage.

This was a bit too tragic.

The treachery of the cultivation world truly knows no bounds between planes.

"Revered Master."

Chu Weiwei's cold voice sounded in Su Lin's ear.

She had sat up straight at some point, her amethyst-like eyes staring intently at Yan Rusi in the cage.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees.

"The scent of powder on this woman is so heavy it's giving Weiwei a headache. Twisting around in a cage dressed like that is truly scandalous. Revered Master, let's buy her."

Su Lin raised an eyebrow, looking at his yandere disciple with some surprise.

"Why are you buying her?"

The corner of Chu Weiwei's mouth curled into a sickly smile.

"Buy her?"

Su Lin held the bowl of murky tea. "With what? Right now, we can't even pull out half a Low Grade Immortal Stone."

"Oh, how is that difficult?" Chu Weiwei blinked her amethyst eyes, answering righteously and even with a hint of innocence. "We don't have money, but the other people in this building do. Weiwei just needs to scatter a handful of Ecstasy Soul-Dissipating Powder to make everyone in this hall sleep for three days and nights. Then, forget the woman in the cage, we can even pack up all the Storage Pouches on their bodies and take them away."

As she spoke, her fingers were already quietly rubbing inside her wide sleeves, several small jade bottles containing colorless and odorless poison powder held in her palm, ready at any moment to turn this Juxian Pavilion into a silent tomb.

"Put your poison away," Su Lin warned in a low voice.

He knew his third disciple's way of doing things all too well.

In the Lower Realm, she dared to poison an entire rival Sect along with their mountain into ruins. Now in this Taihuang Immortal Domain, that lawless madness hadn't been restrained in the slightest.

"This is Liuyun Town, the territory of that Xuantian Earth Immortal. We've just arrived and haven't figured out the situation yet.

If we directly poison hundreds of half-immortals here, it will inevitably draw the investigation of an Earth Immortal-level expert.

Given my current physical condition and your newly condensed half-immortal body, if we are locked onto by an Earth Immortal powerhouse, our chances of escaping would be very slim."

Su Lin's gaze fell back onto the iron cage on the high platform, his brain working rapidly.

Forcible seizure wouldn't work, and poisoning wasn't advisable either.

That red-robed man dared to put the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect up for auction so openly; there must be extremely tight security measures arranged in secret.

Around the Juxian Pavilion, several obscure spiritual energy fluctuations were hidden, their strength far exceeding that of ordinary half-immortals.

He had to use wit.

"Weiwei, since you are the Medicine Immortal, you should be very familiar with the characteristics of the Hehuan Sect's Cultivation Techniques, right?" Su Lin suddenly asked.

Chu Weiwei gave a disdainful snort. "The Hehuan Sect's art of Yin-Yang harvesting is simply crude and vulgar.

The 'Innate Seductive Bone' they Cultivate is, to put it plainly, using one's own blood and Qi to stimulate a unique fragrance to confuse the minds of male Cultivators.

Such inferior methods—Weiwei could crack them with her eyes closed."

"Very good." A sharp light flashed in Su Lin's eyes. He leaned in slightly toward Chu Weiwei's ear and gave her instructions in a low voice.

After hearing Su Lin's plan, Chu Weiwei's purple eyes instantly lit up like two brilliant stars. She excitedly covered her small mouth and nodded repeatedly. "Revered Master's idea is wonderful!

This way, not only do we not have to spend money, but we can also make this group of disgusting people take the initiative to hand her over. Weiwei will go prepare right now!"

At this time, the bidding on the high platform had entered a fever pitch.

"Two thousand Low Grade Immortal Stones!"

A burly man with a face full of scars and a thick aura of blood suddenly stood up, directly doubling the price. His murky eyes stared intently at Yan Rusi in the cage, saliva almost dripping onto his collar. "

I am determined to have this top-tier Cauldron today!"

"Two thousand five hundred!"

In another corner, a sinister, withered old man sneered repeatedly. "This girl's Primordial Yin is extremely abundant; it's perfect for refining my Yin Soul Pill. Who dares to compete with me?"

The atmosphere in the hall was completely ignited.

For these half-immortals struggling at the bottom, a top-tier Cauldron like Yan Rusi from the Lower Realm was undoubtedly the best supplement for breaking through their current Realm.

The red-robed man stood by the iron cage, the smile on his face growing more radiant.

"Two thousand five hundred! Are there any Fellow Daoists with a higher bid?"

He deliberately elongated his tone, the auction gavel in his hand raised high, trying to squeeze every last drop of oil out of these half-immortals' pockets.

Inside the iron cage, Yan Rusi struggled to lift her head.

Her hands were bruised from the chains, and her once-abundant Hehuan Sect magic power was like a pool of stagnant water under the heavy Law suppression of the Upper Realm, unable to be mobilized in the slightest.

She looked at the wolfish and hideous male Cultivators below the stage, her heart filled with endless despair.

To think that she, the dignified Saintess of the Hehuan Sect, had commanded the winds and clouds in the Lower Realm, with countless Prodigies and heroes falling at her feet.

After enduring untold hardships and finally surviving the Lightning Tribulation to achieve Ascension, she thought she would join the ranks of the immortals and find great freedom.

Who would have thought that as soon as she stepped into this so-called Immortal Realm, she would be captured alive by a group of villains lying in wait with strange Magic Treasures.

She didn't even have room to resist before she was stripped of everything, locked in a cage like livestock, and sold with a clear price tag.

"If I fall into the hands of these people, my fate will surely be a living death..." Yan Rusi bit her bloodless lower lip, a look of extreme resolution flashing in her eyes.

She would rather sever her own heart's Meridians than suffer such a humiliating disgrace.

Just as she was preparing to forcibly reverse her remaining blood and Qi to end her life, a strange and extremely faint medicinal fragrance silently drifted into her nostrils.

This medicinal fragrance was extremely light, so light that the half-immortals around her, caught up in the frenzied bidding, had no way of noticing it.

But as the Hehuan Sect Saintess, Yan Rusi was extremely sensitive to changes in scent.

The moment the fragrance entered her body, she felt a sudden heat deep in her Dantian. Immediately after, that Hehuan magic power, which had been like stagnant water, actually began to boil uncontrollably!

"What's going on?!"

Yan Rusi was pale with fright; she desperately tried to suppress the abnormality within her body, but this boiling power had completely escaped her control.

This was precisely Chu Weiwei's doing.

She sat in the corner, her fingertips quietly crushing a specially made poison pill called 'Withered Bone Beauty'.

This poison pill had no effect on ordinary Cultivators, but it could produce an extremely violent rejection reaction with the Hehuan Sect's 'Seductive Bone'!

On the high platform, the once-weak Yan Rusi suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream from her throat.

"Ah!"

The scream was incredibly sharp, instantly drowning out all the noise in the hall.

All eyes swiveled in unison toward the iron cage.

They saw Yan Rusi's once snow-white and delicate skin actually turn a bizarre death-gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On her peerless face, the seductive Hehuan flower tattoo actually seemed to come to life, beginning to spread frantically in all directions.

The color of the tattoo changed from bright red to a nauseating dark purple, turning into raised, earthworm-like poisonous veins that quickly crawled over her neck, cheeks, and even her limbs!

*Rip.*

The bright red silk dress on Yan Rusi's body tore apart under the expansion of the poisonous veins.

Those poisonous veins emitted an extremely pungent stench, as if a corpse had been rotting for months.

This stench, accompanied by the out-of-control magic power in her body, transformed into a visible black-green poisonous miasma, pouring frantically out from the gaps in the iron cage.

"This... what is the meaning of this?!"

The red-robed man closest to the iron cage bore the brunt of it. He inadvertently inhaled a breath of the black-green poisonous miasma, and his whole body was instantly struck as if by lightning, stumbling back several steps.

He discovered in horror that the miasma was highly corrosive; just one breath made his throat burn with pain, and the Immortal Qi in his body experienced a severe blockage.

"Back! Get back!"

The half-immortals who had been bidding frantically just now were scared out of their wits. They covered their mouths and noses, scrambling and crawling toward the edges of the hall.

The withered old man who had just called out the high price of two thousand five hundred now had a face turned green.

He stared intently at the monster in the cage, who was now unrecognizable, covered in purple-black poisonous veins and emitting a foul stench, and roared in exasperation:

"Juxian Pavilion! How dare you! This is no top-tier Cauldron; this is clearly a disaster star afflicted with a Void Realm poison!

You put such a monster that could explode with poisonous miasma at any moment up for auction—are you trying to kill us all?!"

"Exactly! Refund our money! Get this disgusting thing out of here!"

The crowd in the hall was incensed, and panic spread instantly.

The red-robed man was also sweating profusely now. He frantically activated his hand seals, trying to use a Formation to suppress the poisonous miasma continuously spreading from the iron cage.

The light of the Spell cast by the red-robed man, as soon as it touched the black-green poisonous fog, was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly corroded clean.

"Damn it! What on earth did this woman provoke in the Lower Realm?!"

The red-robed man cursed in exasperation.

If he let this poisonous miasma continue to spread, the entire Juxian Pavilion would be destroyed. When Lord Xuantian blamed him, he wouldn't have enough heads to be chopped off.

"Men! Drag her out! Throw her into the Bone Pit outside the city and destroy her immediately!"

The red-robed man made a prompt decision, abandoning this "merchandise" that could have originally sold for an astronomical price.

Several fully armed guards stepped forward tremblingly, wanting to lift the iron cage.

Just then, a clear, calm, yet highly penetrating voice rang out leisurely from a corner of the hall.

"Wait a moment."

The voice wasn't loud, but in the chaotic hall, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice.

They saw the green-robed man who had previously caught the guard's whip with two fingers—suspected to be a Young Master from some big Family—leisurely putting down his coarse porcelain teacup and standing up from his seat.

Su Lin patted non-existent dust off his sleeves. Supported by Chu Weiwei, he walked with unhurried steps through the crowd that automatically made way, heading straight to the base of the high platform.

His brow furrowed slightly as he sized up Yan Rusi, who was rolling on the floor in pain inside the cage, with an extremely professional gaze tinged with a bit of disdain and pity.

"Young Master, you... you are..."

The red-robed man recognized Su Lin. Although he was anxious, given the mysteriousness the other party had shown before, he didn't dare to take offense easily and could only ask while suppressing his anger.

"Ignorance is truly terrifying."

Su Lin shook his head gently and let out a sigh. That compassionate posture was even more realistic than a living Bodhisattva in a temple.

"You only see her as an ordinary Cauldron, but you do not know that the illness she carries is the most taboo and terrifying [Void Marrow-Eating Plague] in the Taihuang Immortal Domain."