543: Chapter 543 He made an offer! This sucker has finally taken the bait!

Qian Duoduo's intuition was not wrong.

Su Chen indeed made a move.

He sat up straight from that warm jade lounge chair, which was enough to make an Immortal fall into decadence. His gaze pierced through the heads of thousands of Cultivators and landed on the ice-blue immortal body marrow core below.

To be honest, he really did need this item.

Not for himself.

But for his teammates.

Hua Yingxue, Monk Jiese... any teammate in the Quasi-Emperor Realm could at least double their combat power as long as they fused with this thing.

In the foreseeable Great War against the Xuantian Immortal Sect, this would be a crucial chess piece.

Therefore, he had to obtain it.

But how to get it and how much money to spend—there was a great deal of strategy involved.

[Not bad, the good show is starting, the lights are in place, and the actors are almost all here.]

The internal bullet-chat of Su Chen's mind slowly rolled by.

[Let me, the head director, shout 'Action.']

He was one hundred percent certain that at least two factions were staring at him intently.

One was the 'professional players' planted by the Lingbao Trading Firm among the crowd, specifically responsible for driving up prices, wanting to slaughter him like a pig.

The other was hidden in Private Room Number Seven opposite him; their aura was cold and their killing intent was exposed. Their identity was unknown, but they were definitely not there just to watch the show.

Two wolves both wanted to tear a piece of meat off him, the 'rabbit'.

But the key to the problem was that these two wolves didn't seem to be on the same side!

This was an information gap.

Su Chen's favorite thing.

The corners of his mouth curled into a mischievous arc as a script for 'pitting wolves against wolves' rapidly formed in his mind.

Qian Duoduo keenly captured that smile on his boss's face, a smile enough to cause the God of Wealth a myocardial infarction on the spot.

His heart instantly sank into a bottomless abyss.

"Boss... you... your holy body is healthy and your blessings are long-lasting, surely... you won't be so foolish as to place a bid, right?"

He asked tentatively, his voice trembling.

Su Chen glanced at him and leisurely asked back:

"What do you think?"

"I think it's absolutely out of the question!"

Qian Duoduo's voice instantly rose an octave. His whole body was like a cat that had its tail stepped on, his fat shaking violently.

"Boss, look at that starting price! Five million! That's five million high-grade immortal stones!"

"And this is just the starting price! It's a trap! It's a Hongmen Banquet, Boss!"

"The final closing price might very well double! Ten million would be gone! We have to make a living in the Immortal Realm in the future! Staying at inns costs money, eating costs money, and Baobao gnawing on railings costs even more in compensation!"

As he spoke, his eyes turned red, and tears swirled frantically within them.

"Just take pity on me and be a little gentler with what's left of our family fortune! If you keep squandering like this, we're really going to have to beg on the streets!"

Su Chen finished listening to his grievances, the expression on his face not changing in the slightest.

Then, under the gaze of Qian Duoduo's eyes filled with despair, he slowly leaned forward slightly from the lounge chair.

He didn't look at the stage below.

Instead, he propped his elbow on the windowsill, resting his chin on one hand, his gaze lazily sweeping across the entire venue.

That posture didn't look like he was bidding.

It was more like he was in his own backyard, casually pointing out which flower should be picked today.

The monstrous clamor in the entire auction house caused by the five million starting price seemed to be just background music playing for his debut.

Then, he opened his mouth.

His voice wasn't loud, even carrying a hint of hoarseness and laziness as if he had just woken up.

But with the help of the auction center's exquisite amplification Formation, this number was like a silent thunderclap, instantly crushing all the noise and accurately pouring into everyone's ears.

"Five million one hundred thousand."

The clamor, curses, and roars of the thousands of people present were completely cut off by an invisible force at this moment.

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

In the next second, thousands of gazes turned in unison with a "swish," nailing themselves firmly onto the window of Box Number One.

There, a Youth in White Robes was lazily leaning against the window frame.

His ink-black hair fell over his shoulders, and a hint of a nonchalant arc hung at the corner of his mouth.

It was as if he were saying: I'm placing a bid, not much, do as you please.

That calm and composed attitude formed a cruel contrast with the group of Loose Cultivators below who were jumping in rage and spitting everywhere.

"The one in Box Number One? Is it that sucker?"

"Who else could it be! I heard he just ascended from the Lower Realm; he's probably never seen Immortal Stones before!"

"Five million one hundred thousand! He didn't even blink! He actually wants to buy this? Hahahaha!"

The discussions flared up again, but this time the anger had turned into the feverish excitement of watching a show.

Inside the private room.

Qian Duoduo was like he had been struck by lightning. He clutched his chest with both hands, stumbled back two steps, and slumped onto the floor. His face was pale, and his eyes were hollow.

It's over.

The boss's first strike had already fallen.

It was accurately stabbed into his heart.

From here on, it would only hurt more.

In the corner, Wang Baobao spat out the fragments of an Immortal Stone in her mouth and tilted her head, her large, dark eyes full of confusion.

"Boss spent money?"

"Yes."

Jian Buping replied indifferently with a single word, but his eyes were fixed on Su Chen's back, flashing with a complex light mixed with reverence and confusion.

"Did he spend a lot?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Wang Baobao nodded as if she understood, then looked down at the low-grade Immortal Stone in her hand that she had almost finished gnawing.

She suddenly felt a massive sadness, comparable to losing ten thousand sticks of crispy rice, coming from the direction of the boss and enveloping her.

She had a feeling that her future rations would become fewer and fewer.

She didn't know why.

It was just an intuition.