546: Chapter 546 A Basin of Intelligence! Who's the Real Sucker?

Hearing Su Chen's bid, the immortal essence at Lin Wan's fingertips spiraled out of control, directly shredding the immortal silkworm silk cushion beneath her into fine cracks.

Ten million!

That Lower Realm ant just shouted ten million!

In her view, this was already the final wail of someone whose marrow had been sucked dry. How much wealth could a struggling Ascender possibly have?

At this moment, he was merely suffering for the sake of Face.

The poisonous fire within her body cheered and leaped with joy.

“Han Rui.”

Her voice seeped out from behind the black veil, carrying a cold, scalp-tingling excitement.

“He’s at his limit, like a trapped beast driven into a corner.”

“Push him once more, and make him bleed his last drop!”

Han Rui understood perfectly.

“Fifteen million!”

This figure was five times the normal market price—absurd and ridiculous.

But in this slaughterhouse constructed by Lin Wan, the word 'normal' had long since been chopped up and fed to the dogs.

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Top-floor monitoring room.

With a 'crack,' a spiderweb-like fracture appeared on the glazed glass cup in Xie Jinghong's hand.

The amber-colored immortal brew seeped through the cracks and dripped onto her gold and silver quicksand immortal dress, but she was completely oblivious.

Fifteen million.

The chess piece she planted hadn't even gone all out yet, and those two lunatics in Box Number One and Private Room Number Seven had already started fighting for real!

This wonderful development was practically tailor-made for her.

“Young Miss.”

Qing Luan's voice was a bit tight.

“Number Jia is asking for instructions. Should he... continue?”

The corners of Xie Jinghong's mouth curled up completely, her fox-like eyes narrowing into the most dangerous crescents.

“Follow.”

She casually tossed aside the cracked cup, letting it shatter into dust.

“Pour another ladle of boiling oil onto the fire!”

“Twenty million!”

The order was given. Inside the hall, the shill, Number Jia, who was wearing a bamboo hat, suddenly stood up. The bulging veins on his neck made him look like an infuriated bull.

Using all his strength, he roared out a number that was enough to make the hearts of all the Cultivators in Peng City stop!

Twenty million!

Twenty million high-grade immortal stones!

It was enough to buy an Entry-Level golden immortal artifact, or to serve as the foundation for a small Sect!

“Boom—!”

The hall fell into a dead silence for three full breaths.

Then, there was a mountain-collapsing and tsunami-like uproar!

The gavel in the Auctioneer's hand hung in mid-air. The trembling of his wrist shook the entire Void Realm, and he simply couldn't bring it down.

The expressions of all the Loose Cultivators were strikingly uniform.

Stupefied.

A pure stupefaction, as if their Souls had been stripped from their bodies.

They hadn't come to see an auction today; they had come to see three lunatics compete in burning money.

Meanwhile, inside Private Room Number Seven.

When the number 'twenty million' reached her, the pupils in Lin Wan's half-charred and half-jade Face suddenly constricted!

Twenty million!

The one in the bamboo hat in the hall actually shouted twenty million!

Who is he?

What kind of person would pay such a crazy price for a First-Rank immortal body marrow core?

Lin Wan's brain spun at an unprecedented speed, and finally, her judgment locked onto the only answer she deemed reasonable.

“It's Su Chen's person.”

She said in a low voice, her tone certain and beyond doubt.

Han Rui turned his head sharply, the sharpness of his gaze almost cutting through the darkness.

“Are you sure?”

“An obscure Loose Cultivator could never possibly produce twenty million.”

Lin Wan's voice was cold and clear, carrying an absolute composure of someone who had everything under control.

“He's using his own people to set a trap, moving money from his left hand to his right!”

“The goal is to raise the price to an absurd height that no one dares to follow, forcing all competitors to retreat. Finally, he himself will take the immortal body marrow core into his pocket at a low price with no competition!”

Her analysis was well-founded, and the logical chain was seamless.

Unfortunately, every single word was outrageously wrong.

The burly man in the bamboo hat was a blade sharpened by the Young Miss at the top.

Lin Wan didn't know.

Han Rui didn't know.

And that Young Miss didn't know that inside Private Room Number Seven, there was another group of executioners prepared for an interception.

The information between the three parties was completely isolated.

Each party was using their own inherent logic to deduce the opponent's behavior.

Each party's deduction was perfectly reasonable.

But each party was outrageously wrong.

This was the supreme charm of the information gap.

“We must not let his conspiracy succeed!”

Lin Wan's voice suddenly rose, and the sweet dimples on her Face seemed to be filled with venom.

“Han Rui! Raise it to twenty-five million! Use absolute financial power to crush all his schemes!”

“Twenty-five million?”

Even for Han Rui, his brow twitched violently.

This sum of money was by no means a small amount, even for the resource-rich Law Enforcement Hall.

But Lin Wan's clear eyes were fixed on him, her gaze saying that this was not a request, but an order!

“A Second-Rank Immortal Body, plus the immense merit from the myriad spirits blood pill case.”

Lin Wan's voice returned to a heart-wrenching, raspy calm.

“All of this is enough to trade back ten times twenty-five million!”

Han Rui was silent for a breath.

Then, he took a deep breath and spoke.

“Twenty-five million!”

The roar carried the Divine Soul pressure of the True Immortal Realm, like an invisible heavy hammer smashing into the hearts of everyone in the auction hall!

The shill, Number Jia, in the bamboo hat was struck by this Divine Soul pressure, causing his blood and qi to surge backward, and his Face instantly turned pale.

But the order he received was an absolute one!

The Young Miss's revenge was never reasonable!

Fear overcame reason. His Divine Soul was in agonizing pain, and his vision went dark. He roared out the number the Young Miss had given him—the number that represented his path to survival—almost out of muscle memory.

“Twenty-eight million!!!”

Boom!!!

Twenty-eight million.

This number seemed to drain all the sound and air from the venue.

The Auctioneer's hand was shaking.

The gavel was shaking.

Even the auction stage beneath them was shaking violently.

Countless eyes now converged into beams of materialized light, staring dead and feverishly at the window of Box Number One.

Waiting for that 'profligate young master' who had single-handedly stirred up this storm to deliver his final hysterical blow.

In the top-floor monitoring room, Xie Jinghong stood up abruptly, her hands propped on the table, her beautiful Face flushed with extreme excitement.

Inside Private Room Number Seven, Lin Wan stared fixedly toward Box Number One, her intact hand's nails sinking deep into her charred flesh.

Everyone was waiting.

Waiting for Su Chen's final blow.