423: Chapter 423 Quiet down, watch me bury you in money!

Jin Buhuan's words stopped abruptly before he could finish.

Because he saw that the white-robed young man, whom he had always regarded as the leader of the 'country bumpkins', finally made a move.

Su Chen slowly raised his head, his ancient well-like eyes calmly glancing at Jin Buhuan, who was so angry he looked like he was about to explode on the spot.

That gaze was like looking at a clown jumping around and barking on the roadside, not even a ripple stirring in his eyes.

There was only a pure disregard, stemming from his very bones.

As if the other party wasn't even worthy of an extra glance or an extra second of his time.

Then, under Jin Buhuan's gaze filled with anger and humiliation, he turned his head and refocused his attention on the middle-aged attendant who had blocked their path.

He didn't even bother to say another word of nonsense to Jin Buhuan.

Because in his opinion, arguing with such a fool, who only used his mouth to show off his superiority, was simply a waste of his precious life.

Arguing with a fool will only drag your intelligence down to their level.

And then be defeated by their rich experience.

Su Chen would never do such a losing business.

The most effective way to deal with such a person is... to make what they are proud of become worthless in front of them.

A barely perceptible cold smile played on the corner of Su Chen's lips.

He casually took out a plain-looking, even somewhat old, gray Storage Pouch from his Storage Ring, and without even looking at it, he casually tossed it forward.

“Clatter.”

The Storage Pouch landed on the jade counter in front of the middle-aged attendant with a dull thud, as if he were throwing a bag of worthless trash.

“Verify funds.”

Su Chen uttered two words indifferently, filled with an unquestionable authority.

The middle-aged attendant subconsciously took the Storage Pouch.

He weighed it in his hand, feeling it was light, as if there was nothing inside.

The professional smile in his eyes remained unchanged, but a hint of imperceptible disappointment and disdain flashed deep in his heart.

It seemed he had misjudged; this white-robed young man, who appeared extraordinary, was nothing more than a facade, strong on the outside but weak within.

With a perfunctory attitude, he extended a wisp of his Divine Thought into the Storage Pouch.

However, the next second, his face, already adorned with a professional fake smile, instantly froze.

Immediately after, his ancient well-like eyes suddenly widened!

His eyeballs were practically bulging out of their sockets!

Within his Divine Thought, the dazzling spiritual light almost scorched his Divine Soul!

He instinctively thought it was some illusion trap, but when he looked closely again, his entire being was as if struck by Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, freezing him in place!

Motionless! As if turned into a stone sculpture!

What did he see?!

What... what the hell was that?!

Lying quietly within that small Storage Pouch was not the miscellaneous low-grade Spirit Stones he had imagined, but a vast... ocean of Top-Grade Spirit Stones, piled up from the purest and most brilliant ones!

Yes, it could no longer be described as a 'mountain'! It was an endless ocean of Spirit Stones!

Every Spirit Stone was pure and flawless, exuding a rich Law aura that was almost liquefied, and the dazzling divine light, so brilliant it was impossible to look at directly, seemed to illuminate all the Heavens!

One hundred million... five hundred million... one billion... simply countless!

This quantity far exceeded the minimum threshold for entering the auction house!

The middle-aged attendant's breathing stopped at this moment, his mind a blank, with only the frantic thumping of his own heart echoing in his ears.

He had worked at the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction House for over a thousand years, hosting countless Chosen Ones from various planes across the Myriad Realms, many of whom possessed immense wealth.

But he had never seen! Never seen anyone carry such a massive amount of Top-Grade Spirit Stones!

And in such a tattered Storage Pouch!

This was like a billionaire carrying an entire gold mountain in a broken sack to buy groceries at the market!

This was no longer being low-key!

This was naked humiliation! A dimensionality reduction strike filled with Versailles-esque meaning!

“Gulp.”

The middle-aged attendant swallowed hard, and a layer of fine cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

He felt that the light Storage Pouch in his hand had become heavier than a Primordial Divine Mountain at this moment! Crushing him almost to the point of suffocation!

His hand holding the Storage Pouch was trembling uncontrollably! He almost knelt down on the spot!

“Wh-what’s wrong? Why are you just standing there like an idiot?”

Jin Buhuan, who was still waiting to watch the show, saw the middle-aged attendant's ghost-like expression and immediately felt an ominous premonition.

“Wh-what exactly is in his broken bag?” Jin Buhuan asked, somewhat stammering.

However, the middle-aged attendant completely ignored him. He suddenly snapped back to reality, and his face, already extremely stiff from the intense shock, forced out a fawning smile that was uglier than crying.

That smile was filled with awe, panic, and deep flattery.

He knelt directly on both knees before Su Chen with a "thud," bowing deeply, his forehead heavily knocking against the floor tiles paved with Top-Grade Spirit Stones!

“G-great one!” The middle-aged attendant's voice trembled uncontrollably, with a hint of a sob, “It... it was this humble one who was blind and offended you! Please forgive me! Forgive me!”

“You... you and your friends, please!”

“Heaven Character Number One Private Room, this humble one will open it for you right away! Immediately!”

As he spoke, he scrambled to his feet, using both hands and feet, and like the most humble servant, personally led the way, respectfully inviting Su Chen and his group into the magnificent auction house.

From beginning to end, he did not spare another glance for Jin Buhuan, who was completely petrified.

He just left him and his equally dumbfounded followers standing at the bustling entrance, filled with mocking and playful gazes.

That silent slap was louder than any physical attack, making Jin Buhuan's cheeks burn.

He felt like a complete idiot, an arrogant, jumping clown who ultimately became a pathetic backdrop for someone else's showing off.

An unprecedented wave of shame and humiliation, like a bursting dam, instantly engulfed him completely.