57: They're inhumanly extravagant, using sacks to hold spirit stones!

Inside the Heaven Character Number One Room, the atmosphere could no longer be described as white-hot.

It was simply an incinerator of money.

"Clatter—"

Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks had turned the color of pig liver. He drained his last Storage Ring, pouring out all of his belongings.

The messy Spirit Stones piled up at his feet like a half-man-tall trash mountain. Various lights mixed together, making him look like an upstart flaunting his wealth in a recycling station.

He looked at the "masterpiece" before him and stared fixedly at Su Chen's side.

At Su Chen's feet, that patch of pure gold only reached his ankles.

Wang Teng's confidence had returned!

Gasping for breath, he looked down at Su Chen with the posture of one who had already declared victory.

"Well? Su Chen!"

"Still want to compete? This Young Master's Spirit Stones are already piled up like a mountain! Is that pitiful bit of your family fortune enough to look at?!"

The few lackeys beside him who hadn't been scared witless by Su Zhi's gaze immediately regained their sycophantic, bullying expressions.

"Exactly! Our Young Master Wang is as wealthy as a nation! What do you have to compare with our Young Master Wang?"

"What are you still standing there for? Kneel and admit defeat! Don't embarrass yourself here anymore!"

Outside the Drunken Immortal Tower, countless Divine Thoughts were also intertwining.

"It seems the Wang Family of the Northern Region has deeper pockets; the Divine Son of the Su Family has overplayed his hand this time."

"High-Grade Spirit Stones are good, but the quantity is far too different. He lost this round."

"The farce should end; Wang Teng is going to win."

However, at the center of the storm, Su Chen's face didn't even show a single ripple.

He even lazily yawned, quite fittingly for the occasion.

It was as if this gamble, which was enough to buy several Holy Lands, was less important than his afternoon nap.

[So noisy, a few flies buzzing incessantly.]

[Spending so much effort just to pave the floor and exhausting himself like a dog, he's truly pathetic.]

[Fine, I'm done playing with him. Let's finish this quickly; the pig is still waiting for me.]

Su Chen slowly straightened his back.

He picked up that tattered sack, which even had a few patches, and under the puzzled gazes of Wang Teng and everyone else, he turned the opening downward again.

Then, he gave it a gentle shake.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter—"

This time, it was no longer a stream.

It was a golden river bursting its banks!

A torrent of Spirit Stones, ten times more turbulent than before, roared out of that old sack!

High-Grade Spirit Stones!

Still High-Grade Spirit Stones, so pure they didn't have a single trace of Impurities!

That tattered sack seemed to be no ordinary item at all, but a dimensional passage connecting to the legendary Divine Realm treasury; the High-Grade Spirit Stones inside were endless!

The golden floor at Su Chen's feet rose frantically at an unreasonable speed!

Ankles.

Calves.

Knees!

The confident smile on Wang Teng's face froze inch by inch, then disintegrated and shattered.

His eyes widened further and further, and his mouth hung open wider and wider.

The color in his face receded like the tide, leaving only a deathly, ashen pallor.

"No... this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself in a daze, his voice filled with the horror of having his worldview crushed.

"How... how can you have so many High-Grade Spirit Stones?!"

High-Grade Spirit Stones were the hard currency of the Xuanyuan Continent!

His Wang Family of the Northern Region controlled mineral veins, and their annual output was fixed, with most of it being offered to the Old Ancestor for Cultivation.

The amount he, a Young Lord, could use was extremely limited!

But Su Chen... he actually used a sack to carry them?!

This simply wasn't something a human could do!

This was no longer just being filthy rich beyond humanity; this was the ultimate desecration of the word "wealth"!

Su Chen didn't even bother to answer him.

He just unhurriedly continued to pour out that endless gold.

Clatter, clatter... The crisp, pleasant sound now sounded to Wang Teng like the mournful tolling of a death knell for his dignity.

He watched helplessly as that golden ocean easily submerged his own ridiculous "trash mountain."

The entire private box was completely swallowed by a nearly divine golden light.

The dense Spiritual Qi transformed into substantial golden mist, churning within the room and even gushing out from the broken doors and windows, bathing the entire Drunken Immortal Tower in a golden, divine radiance.

The diners downstairs, just by breathing in this overflowing Spiritual Qi, felt the Bottlenecks they had held for years show signs of loosening. One by one, their faces filled with ecstasy as they sat down to enter meditation on the spot.

"I... I lost..."

Looking at the golden ocean before him that was enough to drown him, Wang Teng's legs gave way, and he slumped down onto the pile of Spirit Stones.

He was completely in despair.

Everything he took pride in was nothing but a joke before this man.

A massive joke.

In the attic.

Liu Ruyan was already laughing so hard her body felt weak. She curled up in her chair, clutching her abdomen which hurt from laughing.

"Giggle... A sack... He really... used a sack to carry High-Grade Spirit Stones..."

A morbidly brilliant light flickered in her eyes.

"This Little Man, just how many more surprises is he hiding from This Seat?"

"I can't take it... This Seat is really about to fall in love with him... What should I do? Giggle..."

She felt her heart being completely taken over by a poison named "Su Chen," and far from resisting, she was incredibly eager for the moment the poison would prove fatal.

Just when everyone thought the dust had settled on this absurd display of wealth.

Su Chen stopped his movements.

Looking at the sea of Spirit Stones that was about to reach his waist, he nodded with satisfaction.

[Hmm, that's about enough. Any more and it'll overflow; that would be a waste.]

He turned his head and snapped his fingers at Wang Teng, who was slumped opposite him like a puddle of mud.

"Alright, the warm-up exercise is over."

A soft snap pierced everyone's eardrums.

Wang Teng and all the onlookers were collectively stunned.

Warm-up?

You call paving half the room with High-Grade Spirit Stones a warm-up?

Then just how shocking would your actual performance be?!

Under the gaze of everyone holding their breath.

Su Chen's Divine Thought moved slightly.

Looking at the room full of money, the corner of his mouth curled into a playful arc. In a voice only he could hear, he gave a low shout.

"Scattering Coins to Form Soldiers!"