422: Chapter 422 Where did this country bumpkin come from? He doesn't even deserve to come in!

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The expressions of the "teammates" behind Su Chen, who already looked somewhat out of place due to the luxury of this location, instantly changed.

One billion Top-Grade Spirit Stones?!

This number was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Although they were overlords in the Xuanyuan Continent, their entire combined net worth probably couldn't even scrape together a fraction of that amount!

Even Qian Duoduo, the Young Lord of the Wanbao Pavilion who prided himself on being wealthy, turned pale at this moment, subconsciously clutching the bulging Storage Pouch at his waist tighter.

His small eyes were filled with wariness and humiliation, as if he were deathly afraid others would find out that he, a "rich second generation," was actually a pauper.

Su Chen was also speechless in his heart.

What he hated most were places like this that used money to divide people into social ranks; it was filled with the stench of a decaying class system.

However, he could understand it. Opening a business and screening customers was a basic operation.

Otherwise, if every Tom, Dick, and Harry were let in, and someone maliciously raised prices but couldn't pay in the end, the auction house's losses would be immense.

He was just about to nonchalantly take out some "scraps" from the Storage Ring given to him by the Eighteenth Ancestor—which contained a million Immortal Stones—to deal with this snobbish attendant.

Just then, a voice filled with contempt and arrogance rang out abruptly from the side, like a sharp carving knife scratching across fine jade.

"Oh, I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's just a bunch of hillbillies who popped up from some backwater wilderness."

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a group of Cultivators walking over at some point.

They were dressed in uniform Gold-Threaded Jade Garments, with treasures glowing all over them, as if they couldn't wait to carve the words "I am very rich" onto their faces.

Leading them was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. Although he was handsome, his slanted eyes were filled with undisguised disdain and contempt.

He held a folding fan carved from ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, snapping it open with a "shua." He fanned himself unhurriedly while looking Su Chen's group up and down with eyes that treated them like trash.

That gaze was like a high-and-mighty nobleman scrutinizing a group of ragged beggars who reeked of poverty.

When the middle-aged attendant at the door saw the newcomer, the professional smile on his face instantly became incredibly fawning as he hurriedly bowed: "Young Master Jin, you've arrived!"

The young man addressed as Young Master Jin didn't even glance at the attendant. His gaze remained locked on Su Chen and the others, his lips curling into an extremely mocking arc.

"What? Blocked?" He chuckled, his voice full of superiority. "Can't even produce a billion Top-Grade Spirit Stones? With such meager assets, you actually dream of entering the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction House? You must be dreaming, right?"

He pointed his jade fan at the magnificent gates and said proudly, "Look closely. This is a stage prepared for the chosen ones from higher planes like us, not a place where ants from lower planes like you should come. Hurry up and roll back to your slums; don't stand here being an eyesore and lowering my class."

His voice was like a series of slaps, stinging the faces of Jian Buping, Qian Duoduo, and the others.

"You!"

Jian Buping already had a short fuse. Hearing this blatant insult, the suppressed fire in him surged straight to the top of his head!

His hand gripped his sword hilt, his knuckles turning white as he took a step forward. A grim Sword Intent almost burst from his body!

His sharp, hawk-like eyes stared fixedly at the young man, filled with undisguised killing intent: "What did you say?! I dare you to say that again!"

However, before he could draw his sword, a small hand as warm as jade and as soft as if it had no bones lightly pressed onto his shoulder.

It was Hua Nongying.

Hua Nongying shook her head slightly at him, signaling him to stay calm.

Then she moved with graceful steps, turning toward Su Chen.

No expression could be seen on her face behind the peach blossom fan mask, but her captivating fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, flickering with a dangerous and cunning cold light.

She didn't lash out directly like Jian Buping; instead, she made a move that left everyone present dumbfounded.

In front of everyone, like a boneless beauty snake, she leaned daintily and delicately against Su Chen's shoulder, her breath smelling like orchids.

She extended a slender finger tipped with red rouge, pointing from afar at the young man who was still smugly waving his folding fan. In a seductive tone that could make any man's bones go soft, she said in a high-pitched, coquettish voice:

"Young Master~"

That voice was so cloyingly sweet and coquettish that even Yue Qinghan, standing nearby, couldn't help but get goosebumps all over.

"Look at his clothes," Hua Nongying's finger swayed gently. "So golden and shiny, glowing as he walks as if he's afraid people won't know he has money. He's just like a nouveau riche who just crawled out of the dirt."

"It's so tacky~"

"Your white robes are still the most pleasing to the eye, Young Master. This is called being low-profile, this is called luxury, this is called having depth."

"Unlike some people who wear their entire fortune on their backs, appearing vulgar and ridiculous."

"This humble servant just loves someone like you, Young Master."

"Pfft—"

Su Chen couldn't hold it in and almost broke character on the spot.

[Holy crap! This vixen is too good at this! She's absolutely slaying!]

[This ability to insult people without a single curse word is simply masterful! A true tea master, terrifyingly formidable!]

[Nouveau riche? Vulgar and ridiculous? Low-profile luxury with depth?]

[This contrast is just too strong! She's not just killing the person, she's destroying his soul!]

[That blockhead named Jin-something on the other side... is he going to be so pissed that his Dao Heart collapses and he suffers Qi Deviation on the spot?]

Sure enough!

Hearing Hua Nongying's venomous, tea-flavored attack, the young man who called himself Jin Buhuan instantly went from smug to turning the color of pig liver!

What he was most proud of in his life was this magnificent Daoist robe, which had taken a hundred years to craft from the "Gold-Threaded Divine Jade," a specialty of the Baoguang Realm!

This Daoist robe was not only priceless but also the supreme symbol of his status and position as the Divine Son of the Baoguang Realm!

But now!

He was being publicly belittled as worthless by some vixen who had appeared out of nowhere!

He had even been labeled as a "bumpkin," "nouveau riche," and "lacking depth"!

This was simply harder for him to accept than being slapped a hundred times!

"You... you shameless vixen!" Jin Buhuan trembled with rage, the jade fan in his hand snapping with a "kacha" as he crushed it. He pointed at Hua Nongying and cursed loudly.

"You dare insult the Divine Son of my Baoguang Realm! I, Jin Buhuan, will definitely make you..."