Chapter 194: One Word Settles the Storm
In the twelfth life, although Li Fan's total wealth exceeded one million contribution points, that was the result of years of diligent practice in Mingyue Palace.
It’s not hard-earned money, but it’s hard-earned money.
Unlike now, almost nothing was paid. He just took the opportunity to promote speculation and pocketed 650,000 contribution points in a blink of an eye.
This huge sum of money came too easily, giving Li Fan an extremely unreal illusion.
Li Fan calmed himself down a little, and looking at He Zhenghao and Jiao Xiuyuan who were still caught up in fanatical greed, his original body and his clone couldn't help but give them advice at the same time.
"Stop it, Fellow Daoist He!"
"Stop it, Fellow Daoist Jiao!"
"I've made enough money now, there's still time to stop!"
Although the two were in different positions, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.
"Stop now? How is that possible?! The rapid growth of the Spirit Mist Grass has just begun!"
"The destruction of those plantations shows that a big shot has really entered the field! Three hundred contribution points is not the end at all, but the starting point! Fellow Daoist, please do not make the mistake!" He Zhenghao made a detailed analysis and was dismissive of Li Fan's suggestion.
"Not enough, not enough, not enough yet! Business opportunities are not over yet, wait a little longer!" Although Jiao Xiuyuan has become more rational, he is still greedy and wants to earn more.
Seeing the two of them like this, Li Fan knew that it was impossible for them to listen to anyone's advice now.
"Good words can't persuade a damned person."
“I wonder how many more cultivators who were possessed by demons lost their fortunes and had their faith broken after this.”
Li Fan sighed in his heart.
The bursting of the Lingwucao price bubble came faster than Li Fan had imagined.
It was also beyond the expectations of the vast majority of fanatical monks.
The price of Lingwu Grass continued to rise rapidly, breaking through the 350 mark and was about to break through 400 points.
All the cultivators in front of the Tianxuan Mirror were rushing to buy the Lingwu Grass.
The slightly mechanical and cold voice of Tianxuan Mirror suddenly appeared in my mind at the same time.
"Due to the abnormal fluctuations in the price of Lingwu Grass in recent days, in order to ensure the stable and harmonious development of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, the following announcement is made."
"Three months ago, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance discovered a closed cave. The cave is extremely large, with a very high wood-attributed spiritual energy. There are a great variety of spiritual plants and herbs."
"According to a rough estimate, the annual output of Lingwu Grass alone in this cave is about 10 million plants."
“It can fully meet the various production and consumption needs within the alliance.”
…
The monks no longer cared about the words behind the Tianxuan Mirror.
When they heard that the annual output of Lingwu grass was as high as 10 million plants, the expressions on their faces froze.
Then endless fear came instantly and occupied their hearts.
Although there have been rumors saying that the output of that wood-attributed cave is very high.
But with the crazy surge in the price of Lingwu Grass, no one was willing to believe this news.
They would rather believe that this is a trick released by people with ulterior motives to disrupt the market.
Nor do they want to believe the authenticity of the news.
However, things are different now.
Because the one who announced the news was Tianxuan Mirror.
As the foundation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, it is the platform for all resource exchanges.
No one would doubt Tianxuan Jing's words.
Therefore, after the Xuan Jing announcement was released that day, all the cultivators felt as if they were struck by lightning.
There was only one thought left in my mind.
run.
Run as fast as you can.
If you can lose less, lose less.
but……
All cultivators knew that the price of Lingwu Grass had completely collapsed.
Everyone wants to sell the Lingwu Grass in their hands.
And no one is willing to buy it anymore.
The straw that broke the camel's back was that Tianxuan Mirror directly gave an accurate unified recycling price.
4 contribution points per plant.
The monks want to activate their privileges and sell it to Tianxuan Mirror at the real-time price.
But he found that the Tianxuan Mirror refused to be recycled.
So, Li Fan saw a scene that he would never forget.
The price of Lingwu grass plummeted like a waterfall.
The numbers changed rapidly from three digits to two digits.
From a two-digit number to a single-digit number.
In just a dozen breaths, the price of Lingwu Grass dropped from nearly four hundred points to four points.
It dropped ninety-nine percent in an instant.
In Qianli Hall, Jiao Xiuyuan's expression was dull, with a ferocious look frozen on his face.
"I, Jiao Xiuyuan, never make a purchase at a loss..."
After uttering a few words with difficulty, cracks appeared on his body and the breath of life quickly disappeared.
In an instant, Jiao Xiuyuan turned from a living person into a withered and dilapidated piece of wood.
It fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several pieces.
"Fellow Daoist Jiao!" Li Fan couldn't help but exclaimed and went forward to check.
"I'm... fine."
From under the counter of Qianlitang, the sound of Jiao Xiuyuan gritting his teeth could be heard.
Another complete Jiao Xiuyuan crawled out from a pile of debris under the cabinet, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his dark face.
"The business opportunity was clearly not over yet, but it was cut short by Tianxuan Mirror's words..."
"This time, I'm losing a lot."
Li Fan also pretended to be distraught: "I have long advised you to stop, but you didn't listen."
"My 30% profit has also vanished into thin air."
"If I cash out at 300 points, or even 200 points, it would be an unimaginable profit..."
"Bang!"
Countless cracks appeared on the newly appeared Jiao Xiuyuan's face.
It exploded into countless pieces in an instant.
"You... stop talking."
"Let me take a break..."
Another Jiao Xiuyuan slowly crawled out from the debris, as if his heart was bleeding, and said with a painful look on his face.
Li Fan seemed to come to his senses when he saw this. He looked back and forth between the wooden fragments on the ground and Jiao Xiuyuan, with a look of horror on his face: "Fellow Daoist Jiao, are you a human?"
Changing the subject seemed to suit Jiao Xiuyuan's wishes.
He coughed and waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist, don't panic. I am of course a human. It's just that I practice the Way of Ten Thousand Puppetry."
"Ten Thousand Puppets?" Li Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Could it be that everyone in Qianli Hall in the world of immortal cultivation is your puppet?" Li Fan asked knowingly.
"Haha, that's right. Business is difficult, so of course you have to manage it all by yourself. Every extra person you hire will incur a lot more costs. Sometimes, setting up a stall that is too big may not necessarily be a good thing!" Jiao Xiuyuan turned over and lay down, saying weakly.
"Just like this time, just blowing up so many puppets is enough..."
Before he finished speaking, the puppet exploded.
"Fellow Daoist, stop talking. Let me be quiet for a while."
Jiao Xiuyuan's weak voice came from the bottom of the debris.
A communication talisman flew in front of Li Fan.
"Let's talk about this later..."
Li Fan's clone shook the communication talisman in his hand and quietly walked out of Qianli Hall.
Jiao Xiuyuan was not the only one who suffered a heavy blow.
(End of this chapter)
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