Chapter 852 The Richest Lady in the Six Realms
Senior Brother Lan and the others sighed, "We're going to be ridiculed sooner or later anyway, so let's just die sooner and be reborn."
After saying that, he pulled Ye Xiaoman up to line up.
In order to protect the face of Ye Xiaoman, the future savior, Senior Sister Mei secretly put the only heavenly magic weapon she had, the purple jewel bracelet, on Ye Xiaoman's wrist.
Cang Lie, who had just been bet upon by the Demon Lord, took the lead and stepped forward, proudly displaying the magic weapon on him.
With five immortal-grade magic weapons and more than twenty heaven-grade magic weapons, he is worthy of being the prodigy that the Demon Cave has placed its hopes on. The treatment of being covered with such top-grade magic weapons is simply the envy of others.
Other demons also have seven or eight heavenly-grade magic weapons on their bodies.
Not to mention the gods who have always been wealthy and powerful. When Su Lingzhen pulled out the hairpin on her head, took off the eight-treasure pearl necklace, removed the accessories on her body, and displayed a total of ten fairy-level magic weapons in one go, everyone around her was speechless.
In the sea, the demon world, and the ghost world, cultivators from upper-class families and high-level sects vied with each other to show off their various treasures.
Sanqi untied the jade belt from her waist, which was inlaid with nine priceless water beads. The light reflected by the beads illuminated half of the venue like an underwater dragon palace.
A fox demon cultivator opened her red lips and spat out a crimson pseudo-pill. The pill transformed into the phantom of a nine-tailed celestial fox, hovering in mid-air. Wherever its nine flaming tails swept past, even the air twisted and steamed.
A young man in a black robe in the ghost cultivation camp, twelve Netherworld Lanterns flew out from his sleeves, forming a mysterious formation in the air.
Suddenly, the entire venue was filled with precious light, and various spiritual auras intertwined and collided, making people feel as if they had arrived at the auction site of the Treasure Pavilion.
Those rare treasures that are rarely seen in normal times are now displayed as casually as street goods.
Amidst the endless admiration from the audience, Ye Xiaoman was a little surprised. She had once thought that the wealth in the world of cultivation was as vast as the galaxy, and she was just a tiny speck of dust in it. But it turned out that the upper limit of wealth in the world of cultivation was just like this?
Thank you for this competition. It allowed me to deeply understand how simple and unpretentious the lives of the rich are.
In the end, the only ones left were the human monks who were reluctant to take out their magic weapons.
All the cultivators of Tianxin Sect combined can produce two immortal-grade magic weapons.
The Big Knife Sect has always been poor, and the only valuable thing on them is their weapons, but weapons cannot be called magic weapons. In anger, they announced their withdrawal from the rich people's comparison game.
It was the turn of the Qing Dynasty.
The clan leader covered his face silently.
The eyes of the Qingzhengzong fellow disciples were focused on Xiao Chujing's face.
Didn't you just spend hundreds of millions of high-quality spirit stones to help your junior sister get on the list? Then you should be very rich. This time, it's up to you to save the sect's reputation.
The eldest senior brother publicly asked Xiao Chujing in front of Ye Xiaoman: "Didn't Junior Brother Xiao claim that he handed over all his money to you? Then how come he still has spirit stones to compete in the rankings?"
Ye Xiaoman: “…”
Damn, Senior Brother, you reminded me.
Xiao Chujing smiled slightly, his dimples visible, and walked forward.
In full view of everyone, he took out a shriveled storage bag, shook the bag downwards, and an exquisite pagoda poured out from it.
The immortal level is very good, and the wealth level has exceeded 99% of the Qingzheng Sect monks.
Then he retreated with confidence.
Is that it?
Is there only one good thing left in you?
The Qingzheng Sect's fellow disciples were discussing: "Does Junior Brother Xiao really have the money to pay the Huantian Chamber of Commerce several hundred million spirit stones?"
"Is it possible that he won't be able to come up with the money in the end, forcing Junior Sister to give up her Popularity Cultivator Ranking out of courtesy?"
"If that's the case, then he's earned a good reputation without spending a penny."
"Poor Junior Sister, she didn't get a single Spirit Stone, and then everyone knew that Xiao Chujing spent hundreds of millions on her."
"Not really. Huantian Chamber of Commerce will not allow such a thing to happen."
"A loan shark! Xiao Chujing must be a loan shark," the eldest brother said with alarm. "People like him clearly don't have any money, but they're the best at spending it ahead of time. Just wait and see. Soon, he'll be unable to pay back his debts, and a large number of creditors will come to the sect to demand payment and destroy our belongings. Then, as his fellow disciples, we will be implicated as well."
"We must stay away from him in the future."
Xiao Chujing listened to the discussions around him with a relaxed attitude, not taking other people's bad comments to heart. He currently had no spirit stones left, but he recently found a gold mine left by an ancient powerful man in ancient books, and it would be no problem to sell it for several hundred million.
After Xiao Chujing, it was the turn of the other fellow disciples. Not surprisingly, they took out a pile of scrap metal and heard boos from the people around them.
Ye Xiaoman was placed last.
This was a well-intentioned arrangement by fellow disciples. They thought that they had already demonstrated poverty vividly, and when it came to Ye Xiaoman's turn, everyone would have a full understanding of the economic status of the human race and should not discriminate against her anymore.
Ye Xiaoman looked around, rubbed her hands, and asked cautiously, "For your sake, do you really want to see it?"
The other monks were waiting to see her laugh. "Hurry up, don't dilly-dally."
Ye Xiaoman sighed. Given the situation, don't blame her for showing off her wealth.
Ye Xiaoman's full-body image appeared on the magic screen again. She took out ten storage bags from her arms slowly.
Ye Xiaoman actually didn't want to reveal everything, but she felt that if she didn't confess proactively, the host would find out sooner or later.
There was a small stir on the scene.
What do you mean? Are these ten storage bags filled with magic weapons?
[No way! The amount of wealth can be exaggerated but not outrageous!]
[Discussion: Have you noticed that every time Ye Xiaoman appears on the big screen, the Divine Emperor, Prince Rui, Holy Son, Ghost Lord, and Young Master Yue all have doting smiles on their faces.]
"What's so strange about this? Mambo is so cute that I always smile like an auntie when I see her."
[Taking things out! Ye Xiaoman started taking things out!]
[Oh my god, the lost five hundred years of the Tongtian Lingbao Liangyi Fan! ]
[This, this, this... Is this Master Duanmu's Nine Heavens Flowing Fire Cauldron?! Didn't Master Duanmu say he'd sealed the cauldron and retired three hundred years ago?]
Ye Xiaoman casually pulled out over fifty immortal-grade magical weapons, a total of fifty-six, more than all the geniuses from the six realms combined!
[This isn't over yet, Ye Xiaoman is still chattering away, pulling out treasures!]
Ye Xiaoman has already pulled out a staggering one hundred immortal-grade magical treasures! But she hasn't stopped! She shows no sign of stopping! Things are starting to take a terrifying turn!
[Huh? Is she a wholesaler of immortal-grade magic weapons? ! !]
[Everyone, don't panic. Calm down. I've made inquiries. Ye Xiaoman is actually a spirit from the Treasure Pavilion. The magic weapon she's wearing isn't hers. Someone else just gave it to her to sell.]
The whole place was in chaos.
Some weapon refiners who lacked self-control were already lying on the fence of the Colosseum, waving wildly at Ye Xiaoman.
The white-haired old man and woman lost their masterly demeanor and loudly requested the camera to capture every detail of the magic weapon.
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