555: Chapter 555 Extreme Pull! Lin Wan: We won! Su Chen: Yes, yes, you won so badly!

Inside Private Room Number Seven, it was stiflingly oppressive.

Even breathing carried an inescapable smell of blood.

Cold sweat seeped from Han Rui's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the dark gold carpet.

His Storage Ring had been scoured clean.

Even the True Immortal Rank protective inner armor issued by the Law Enforcement Hall had been temporarily pawned through the Lingbao Trading Firm.

It still wasn't enough.

If he added one more high-grade Immortal Stone, he would have to sell his own blood.

“Han Rui.”

Lin Wan spoke eerily from behind him.

Her voice was very soft.

It landed on Han Rui's tense back, yet it seemed to bend his waist under its weight.

“You should still have one more thing on you.”

Han Rui’s eyes widened.

He knew exactly what Lin Wan was referring to.

“That is mission public funds!”

Han Rui’s voice was tight, his tone trembling.

“The Law Enforcement Hall's reserve funds! Embezzling public funds without the Sect Master's decree is a capital offense! Are you crazy?!”

“A capital offense?”

Lin Wan laughed aloud.

Under the black veil, that half-charred face twisted, and a sweet dimple sank into the scorched flesh.

“Han Rui, use your brain.”

“You spent thirty million on the immortal body marrow core, and just now spent forty-five million bidding on the Killing Formation. Seventy-five million. Your family fortune is gone.”

“If Su Chen gets this formation map because you went soft...”

“Even if it is incomplete.”

“Once he sets up the grand formation outside the city, what will happen to us six True Immortals if we charge in?”

Lin Wan’s tone turned cold.

“Do you think the Sect will hold you accountable for the crime of embezzling five million in public funds then?”

“Or will they hold you responsible for the failure of the mission and the death of the entire True Immortal team?!”

Han Rui closed his eyes.

Lin Wan’s words had accurately struck his fatal weakness.

“Furthermore.”

Lin Wan’s tone returned to a sickly sweet quality.

“If we cut off his last straw for survival, once he leaves the city, he will be meat on the chopping block.”

“At that time, never mind a Second-Rank Immortal Body, just the intelligence about the closure of the Planar Passage alone will be enough to ensure your promotion.”

“Han Rui, you aren't spending money. You are making an investment.”

Han Rui remained silent.

After three breaths of time.

He made a decision.

Veins bulged on the back of his hand as he fished out a pitch-black medallion from the depths of his Storage Ring.

The Xuantian Immortal Sect Law Enforcement Hall Fund Unsealing Token.

He bit his fingertip and dotted the surface of the medallion with essence blood mixed with immortal essence.

A massive surge of immortal essence fluctuated and overflowed.

A quota of five million high-grade immortal stones was unsealed.

Han Rui’s chest heaved violently.

He took a few steps to the window and yanked the curtain open.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared at the top of his lungs.

“Fifty million!!!”

The entire venue fell silent.

There was not a single sound.

Fifty million high-grade immortal stones.

To buy an incomplete Ancient Formation Map?

Crazy.

Completely and utterly crazy.

The Loose Cultivators in the hall all stood with their mouths agape.

They were collectively speechless.

Inside Box Number One.

Su Chen gripped the window frame tightly with both hands, leaning forward.

When the shout of “fifty million” crashed into the box.

Su Chen’s movements froze.

He didn't say a word.

Thousands of eyes in the venue were fixed on the window of Box Number One.

Everyone was waiting for that crazy young master in white to call out another heart-shattering number.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Five breaths.

Ten breaths.

No further sound came from the window of Box Number One.

Inside Su Chen's mind, the bullet chat was cheerfully flooding the screen.

[Holy cow! Fifty million!]

[He went all-in just like that?]

[Buddy in Private Room Number Seven, I’d like to call you a Charity Great Master of the Immortal Realm.]

[I was just using fifty thousand at a time to slowly wear you down, hoping to make you bleed a bit more.]

[And you end up spending fifty million to buy an Ancient Dirty Bomb that will explode as soon as it's infused with immortal essence?]

[Eighty million spent on a block of ice and a pile of scrap paper. This wave of precise poverty alleviation is truly moving.]

In the corner of the box.

Wang Baobao held that walnut-sized Medium Grade Immortal Stone and bit into it.

“Crunch.”

She muttered softly, “Boss is happy. I can definitely have an extra meal today.”

On the auction stage.

The Auctioneer’s arm holding the gavel wouldn't stop trembling.

“Fifty million once!”

There was no response from the hall.

“Fifty million twice!”

No movement from Box Number One.

“Fifty million thrice!”

“Clang!”

The small Immortal Wood Gavel struck down heavily.

“Sold!”

Inside Private Room Number Seven.

When Lin Wan heard the word “Sold,” she let out an irrepressible chuckle.

The laughter echoed in the box, grating on the eardrums.

“We won.”

She was shivering slightly from extreme excitement.

The dimple under the black veil sank deep.

“He gave up.”

“His bottom line was completely shattered by us.”

“Han Rui, he is now just a corpse waiting to die!”

Han Rui stood by the window, gasping for breath.

Fifty million.

Plus the previous thirty million.

A full eighty million high-grade immortal stones.

He had never even seen such a large sum in his dreams.

Now, it was all gone.

Even the Sect's reserve public funds had been drained dry.

A wave of dizziness brought on by extreme depletion rushed to his head.

Only the words Lin Wan had just spoken remained in his mind.

Once they left the city, they could snatch it all back.

Han Rui’s eyes were bloodshot, and his hands gripped the windowsill tightly.

He didn't even notice his fingernails curling back and bleeding.

He muttered to himself like a man possessed.

“Right, once we are out of the city.”

“Setting up this ancient Killing Formation, I will tear that little brat named Su into a thousand pieces!”

“I will take it all back with interest!”

He had to make himself believe this rhetoric.

If he didn't think this way,

the moment he stepped out of the box, he would go insane on the spot.