121: Chapter 121 Earning Some Extra Money

A crystal, the size of a fist, pitch-black all over, and emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation, was slammed directly onto the Deep-sea Meteoric Iron tabletop in front of him!

Bang!

A dull thud echoed.

With the appearance of this crystal, the temperature in the private room instantly dropped to freezing!

An extremely pure, extremely violent aura of the Abyss, yet containing some kind of heaven and earth Dao, swept through the entire room like a hurricane!

The smile on Ji Wuyue's face completely froze.

She stood up abruptly!

The leather sofa beneath her was even shoved half a meter backward due to her violent movement!

In those alluring peach-blossom eyes, only unprecedented shock and horror remained!

She stared fixedly at the black crystal on the table, her breathing even coming to a standstill!

"This..." Ji Wuyue's voice trembled violently.

She didn't even care about her demeanor as a person in charge, leaning directly over the table and bringing her face within ten centimeters of the demon saint-level demon core to examine it closely.

She felt that terrifying fluctuation that was enough to make her soul tremble.

After a full two minutes, Ji Wuyue suddenly straightened up, gasping for air!

Her fair, enchanting face was already covered in fine cold sweat!

It was real!

A genuine demon saint-level demon core!

Ji Wuyue felt her heart twitching.

This was a top-tier resource capable of saving a martial artist a hundred years of arduous cultivation!

One had to know, a martial artist's lifespan was limited!

Even those high and mighty Martial Emperor experts could only live for a thousand years at most!

A hundred years of time was an invaluable treasure that could not be measured by money for any high-level martial artist stuck in a bottleneck period and nearing the end of their lifespan!

With this demon saint-level demon core, one could forcibly continue their martial path!

The value of this thing was simply monstrous!

"Gulp." Ji Wuyue swallowed with difficulty.

The way she looked at Su Yu again had completely changed.

There was no more of the previous contempt and testing, only deep awe!

Someone who could casually take out such a supreme treasure was definitely not someone a Dark Web person in charge like her could afford to provoke!

"Honored guest!" Ji Wuyue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in her heart, her tone becoming unprecedentedly respectful.

"We, the Dark Web, will accept this demon saint-level demon core!"

"As long as you are willing to let us auction it, the Dark Web will waive all your handling fees!"

"Furthermore, we will use all our channels to build momentum for you!"

"We guarantee it will sell for a sky-high price that will satisfy you!"

Su Yu leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Waiving handling fees? That was not bad; it could save him a large sum of money.

"Fine." Su Yu nodded.

"When do you plan to auction it?" Ji Wuyue asked impatiently.

"Tomorrow." Su Yu's tone was crisp.

"I will come again at the same time tomorrow."

After speaking, Su Yu flipped his wrist and took the demon saint-level demon core back into his storage ring.

The demon saint-level demon core vanished, and the suffocating Abyssal pressure in the private room dissipated along with it.

Ji Wuyue let out a long sigh of relief.

"Good!"

"It's a deal!"

"Tomorrow, the Dark Web will hold a top-tier exclusive auction for you!"

Su Yu didn't say anything more, stood up, adjusted the collar of his black trench coat, and strode out of the Heaven-class No. 1 private room.

A few minutes later, Su Yu walked out of the deep, dark tunnel of the Dark Web Underground City and arrived in the wilderness on the outskirts of Kyoto.

The night wind was slightly cool, and all around was deathly silent, save for a few shrill insect cries.

Su Yu stopped his steps, his deep, clear eyes narrowing slightly.

His Martial King-level spiritual power, in that instant, spread silently in all directions like invisible ripples.

Interesting.

A cold arc curled up on the corners of Su Yu's mouth.

Just the moment he walked out of the Dark Web gate, he clearly perceived a few extremely obscure, yet greedy and murderous gazes locking onto his back.

Moreover, the dozens of alloy briefcases filled with cash in his storage ring were faintly emitting a trace of extremely weak formation fluctuations, echoing the gazes from just now!

A tracker?

Su Yu could guess with his eyes closed that it must be the sucker who spent 200 billion to buy his cultivation technique and spiritual medicine at the auction just now.

Playing dirty?

Wanting to rob back the money they spent?

Su Yu did not stop, nor did he go to erase those tracking formations; instead, he pretended he hadn't noticed anything and walked calmly toward a more remote abandoned industrial area.

Earning some extra money, just a matter of convenience.

Meanwhile, on a hidden hill a few kilometers away from Su Yu, three figures radiating terrifying blood energy fluctuations were standing in the night.

The young man in the lead was none other than the eldest young master of the Demon Capital Wang family, Wang Teng.

At this moment, he was holding an extremely precise compass-like instrument in his hand, on which a red dot was slowly moving.

"Found him!" In Wang Teng's eyes, astonishing ecstasy and greed erupted.

"The money cases on that kid have our Wang family's specially crafted master-slave tracking formation! He can't escape!"

Standing beside Wang Teng was a middle-aged man with a sinister face and an intimidating aura, the current head of the Demon Capital Wang family, a Martial Emperor expert, Wang Daoyuan!

And behind the two of them stood a withered, grey-robed old man who looked like he could be blown away by the wind at any moment—the Wang family ancestor, a genuine Martial Venerable expert, Wang Potian!

To ensure they captured the Formless Calamity Blade without any mishaps, the Wang family had mobilized their entire force this time!

"Did you see his cultivation clearly?" Wang Daoyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cold and ruthless.

"I saw it clearly!" Wang Teng was trembling with excitement, pointing at the data on the instrument.

"Dad! Ancestor! You will absolutely not believe it! That guy in the Heaven-class No. 1 private room who sold the Heaven-tier cultivation technique and took our 200 billion in cash! He is only a Martial Spirit, for f***'s sake!!!"

What?!

Wang Daoyuan and Wang Potian were both stunned at the same time.

A Martial Spirit?!

What was the difference between a Martial Spirit and those low-to-mid-level martial artists seen everywhere on the roadside?!

The key was!

This Martial Spirit was not only carrying the 200 billion in cash their Wang family had just paid!

It was also highly likely that he was carrying other peerless treasures that hadn't been sold yet!

How the hell was this a person?

This was simply a peerless, fat sheep that was overflowing with oil, yet had absolutely no ability to resist!

"Hahahaha!" Wang Teng couldn't help but laugh out loud, his laughter filled with cruelty and gratification.

"Heaven is helping me! I was still feeling bad about those 200 billion! I didn't expect this kid to be a naive young fool without any background protection! Daring to wander outside the black market alone with 200 billion in cash! If we don't rob it back, it would be a disservice to our Wang family's—uh, no, our reputation in the Demon Capital!"

Wang Daoyuan also sneered repeatedly.

"A Martial Spirit? Truly courting death. In this world, possessing massive wealth without the strength to back it up is the original sin!"

The Wang family ancestor, Wang Potian, who had not spoken until now, slowly opened his turbid eyes, a trace of disdain and cruelty flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Make it quick." Wang Potian's voice was hoarse, revealing an indifference that viewed human life as mere grass.

"Killing a Martial Spirit is no different from pinching an ant to death. Get the money back. And by the way, see what other good things he has on him."

"Yes! Ancestor!" Wang Teng and Wang Daoyuan replied in unison.

Boom!

Three terrifying pillars of blood energy instantly shot into the sky!

Martial Venerable! Martial Emperor!

The violent pressure directly crushed the surrounding trees into powder!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The three figures turned into streams of light, following the guidance of the instrument like hungry wolves that had smelled blood, rushing madly in the direction Su Yu had left!

The hunt began in the silent night.