The more Shen Zhaozhao talked, the more convinced she became of her point. Her hand gripping Pei Lang's collar trembled slightly with excitement, as if as long as her voice was loud enough, her logic would hold true, and that lunatic upstairs would be convinced by her "business theory."
However, Shen Zhaozhao was completely unaware that Pei Lang's "Zhaozhao" had already reached Xie Linyuan's ears with perfect clarity on the Nine Heavens Pavilion.
The man's fingertips, which were resting on the arm of the chair, paused almost imperceptibly, but his face remained frozen calm, and even the cold curve of his lips did not change in the slightest.
Only Murong Xiao, who felt the air suddenly freeze, looked terrified: "..."
That's it.
He's going to have another fit of madness.
As expected.
Xie Linyuan scoffed coldly.
Zhao Zhao?
He had never dared to call him that before.
How come Pei Lang, who only knows how to grin foolishly, is simple-minded and not very physically strong, can be called so easily?!
An extremely absurd yet overwhelming sourness instantly overwhelmed Xie Linyuan's rationality, raging wildly in his usually orderly sea of consciousness.
oh.
Yes.
Young, lively, and wags its tail.
Does that mean he has to learn to bark like a dog a couple of times to get her to look at him more?
Murong Xiao dared not utter a sound. Your Majesty... please wake up!
Your persona is that of the aloof and noble Immortal Venerable Mo Yuan, whose every gesture shakes the three realms!
This isn't some three-year-old who, after having their candied hawthorns stolen, tries to appear calm while actually crying their eyes out!
Meanwhile, inside Shen Zhaozhao's elegant pavilion.
When the presiding elder's calm, even somewhat numb voice clearly announced "15,001 high-grade spirit stones," Shen Zhaozhao felt the string in her mind, which was specifically used to measure risk and reward, snap completely.
no?
What exactly is going on?
What's the deal with that idiot upstairs?
He's spending the spirit stones from his sect, not some windfall!
Has the selection criteria for sect elders really fallen this low?!
He just argues with people, completely disregarding what his sect will eat and drink in the future.
Or is it...?
Does the one at the top also know the true value of the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Technique?
That's why they're so relentlessly pursuing this issue, regardless of the cost?
Thinking of this, Shen Zhaozhao became even more confused. If that were the case, how could his previous bizarre actions, such as taking over the entire venue and not even letting go of that "Millennial Yang Flame Root", be explained?
Surely every rare and precious material in this Yuntai Immortal Market has some hidden effects that she doesn't know about?
The more Shen Zhaozhao thought about it, the more her scalp tingled. She realized that she simply couldn't understand the thought process of that fluttering moth upstairs using normal human thinking!
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore!
If she thought about it any further, she feared that she would be the first to go mad with evil.
Shen Zhaozhao suddenly raised her head, a ruthless glint of desperation flashing in her eyes.
Pipi, now that things have come to this, don't blame your mother for being ruthless. You stay in the spatial ring for now, and once she gets her hands on this treasure, she'll definitely earn you a mountain of spirit stones to feast on.
Thus, amidst the tremor that nearly caused Pei Lang's pupils to pop out of their sockets, Shen Zhaozhao's divine sense did not hesitate to activate the lotus lantern once more—
"Elegant Pavilion No. 7, Class A, bids 25,000 high-grade spirit stones!"
...
The entire Nine Heavens Glazed Pagoda instantly fell into a deathly silence.
All the cultivators inside the elegant pavilion were stunned speechless for a long time by this earth-shattering price.
Twenty-five thousand!
Just for that tattered old book with so few characters?!
Who is this extraordinary being sitting in the No. 7, Jia-class private room?!
Are they preparing to fight to the death with that God of Wealth at the top?!
However, this suffocating silence did not last long.
Just as everyone held their breath, wondering whether the incredibly wealthy tycoon at the top would continue to follow or give up—
The presiding elder's voice rang out again, still with that detached, indifferent tone, even faintly revealing a sense of resignation: "Top Pavilion, bid 25,001 high-grade spirit stones."
Everyone: "..."
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
Shen Zhaozhao's vision went black, her body swayed twice, and she almost fell to the ground.
In two lifetimes, Shen Zhaozhao had navigated the treacherous waters of the business world. She dared not say she had never made a mistake, but she had never been so thoroughly humiliated and crushed by someone using such a simple, crude, and utterly unskilled method that relied solely on throwing money at her!
She abruptly turned her head, her icy gaze like a poisoned knife, piercing Pei Lang who was still oblivious to what was happening. She took a step forward and approached him: "Pei Lang, aren't we friends?"
Pei Lang was taken aback by her sudden approach, his cheeks flushed uncontrollably, his eyes darted around for a moment, but he still nodded righteously: "Of course!"
"And judging from the way you asked that question, given our relationship, let me put it this way: even if you wanted to sell Chu Xiao out, I could help you kidnap him!"
Shen Zhaozhao: "???"
No... In Pei Lang's mind, what kind of law-breaking and disorderly image does she have?
Never mind, the child may not be the brightest, but at least he's kind-hearted and willing to help.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhaozhao didn't care about anything else, and her evil claws reached directly towards the storage bag with the crimson flame pattern hanging on Pei Lang's waist.
"Alright, if you're a friend, I'll do you a favor. How many spirit stones do you have left in your storage bag? Pour them all out for me. Also, could you go to your elders and beg them to help me raise some spirit stones for an emergency? I'll pay you back with interest later!"
As she spoke, she deftly tried to untie the straps of Pei Lang's storage bag.
Pei Lang was so startled by Shen Zhaozhao's sudden "body search" that he froze, as if his pressure points had been struck, and stood there dumbfounded, his face turning so red that it was almost bleeding.
Zhao, Zhao Zhao... why did she just start hitting me like that...?
It wasn't until Shen Zhaozhao dumped everything out of his storage bag and started rummaging through the pile of spirit stones that Pei Lang seemed to finally come to his senses. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he silently recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" countless times in his mind to barely suppress his boiling blood. His voice was slightly hoarse.
"Don't worry about my family elders... I can't guarantee much, but... I should be able to get you five thousand high-grade spirit stones..."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhaozhao suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with gratitude for Pei Lang's brotherhood: "You're a true friend! I didn't waste my time looking after you in Riftwind Valley!"
She gathered all the scattered spirit stones from Pei Lang's storage bag, along with a few small magical artifacts that looked somewhat valuable, and added the five thousand yuan that Pei Lang had promised.
Success or failure hinges on this!
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