67: Trying to out-rich me? I'll bury you in spirit stones, you poor bastard!

“Crunch.”

Another bite.

Ye Fan completely ignored the surrounding murderous gazes, still happily crunching on his “Red Heart Radish.”

He even broke off half and handed it to Shi Tian next to him.

“Third Senior Brother, you should try some too, it's quite crispy.”

Shi Tian looked at the half piece of Divine Medicine, which was radiant and fragrant, drooling like a waterfall, just about to reach out and take it.

“Stop!”

A furious roar, like a thunderclap on flat ground, exploded in the hall.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Inside the most luxurious VIP box on the second floor, a young man wearing a gold-threaded brocade robe and a jade belt, with an oily face, suddenly slammed the table and stood up.

He looked down at Ye Fan in the corner, his triangular eyes filled with jealousy and rage.

This person was none other than Zhao Kuo, the direct descendant Young Master of the famous Pill Refining Family of Central Province, the Zhao Family, commonly known as Young Master Zhao.

The ten thousand year blood ginseng just now was something he was determined to get.

It was about to be his, but a Cheng Yaojin popped up halfway through, using a “big radish” that appeared out of nowhere to steal all his thunder.

This made him feel as if his face had been pressed onto the ground and savagely stomped on.

“Where did this savage come from?!”

Young Master Zhao pointed at Ye Fan, his voice sharp and grating.

“How dare you use fake medicine to seek attention at the Wanbao Pavilion auction?!”

“Who do you think you are? An heir of the Medicine King Valley?”

Fake medicine?

Everyone was stunned.

That's right!

A Ginseng King of ten thousand years, that's a legendary item. How could it truly exist? And be eaten like a radish?

This brat must be putting on an act! That radish is probably faked using some sort of illusion!

Realizing this, the crowd's gaze towards Ye Fan instantly shifted from greed to contempt.

“So he's just a fraud, he scared me for a moment.”

“Exactly, I knew it. Who would be foolish enough to eat Divine Medicine like a snack?”

“Just an attention-seeking clown, how embarrassing.”

Ye Fan was also stunned, hearing the surrounding discussion.

He lowered his head to look at the half-eaten “radish” in his hand, then looked at the seemingly dry “blood ginseng” on the stage, his face full of innocence.

“I... I wasn't seeking attention.”

“I was just hungry and ate a radish.”

“Besides, this radish of mine really doesn't taste good, it has an earthy, fishy smell.”

“Pfft—”

Hearing this, Young Master Zhao was so angry he nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

It doesn't taste good?

Are you indirectly calling us fools for fighting over this 'weed'?!

“Good!”

“What an articulate little beast!”

Young Master Zhao laughed out of extreme anger.

He decided to use the most direct and brutal method to humiliate this ignorant bumpkin.

He pulled out a golden card from his sleeve and coldly spoke to Young Miss Elegant Concubine below the stage:

“Young Miss Elegant Concubine, I, this Young Master, will buy that blood ginseng for one million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!”

One million!

The entire audience gasped.

This far exceeded the actual value of the blood ginseng.

Young Master Zhao was... flaunting his wealth!

Elegant Concubine was also stunned, but quickly returned to her professional smile: “Young Master Zhao is generous. In that case, this ten thousand year blood ginseng...”

“Wait.”

Young Master Zhao raised his hand and interrupted her.

He didn't even look at the blood ginseng, but stared intently at Ye Fan, a cruel curve forming on his lips.

“I don't want that piece of trash.”

With that, he violently tossed the golden card towards Ye Fan.

“Brat!”

“I, this Young Master, offer one million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!”

“To buy that fake radish in your hand!”

“I'll take it back... to feed the pigs!”

“Hahahaha!”

The entire audience burst into laughter.

Buying a fake radish for one million Spirit Stones just to feed pigs?

This was no longer just showing off wealth.

This was naked humiliation!

This was telling everyone that the Zhao Family's money was so abundant they could throw it away casually! And that Ye Fan was inferior even to their family's pigs!

Ye Fan's face instantly flushed red.

Although he was simple, he wasn't stupid.

The other party was using money to slap his face and trample on his dignity.

Xiao Chen and Leng Yanran's expressions also darkened, a cold light flashing in their eyes.

Insult them, fine.

Insult their Junior Brother? Absolutely not!

However.

Before they could make a move.

“Bang!”

A muffled sound.

Su Mo, sitting furthest inside, suddenly kicked over the table in front of him and stood up.

Although this innate demonic fetus youth was usually taciturn, he was fundamentally a powder keg ready to explode.

Furthermore, Ye Fan was one of the few friends he acknowledged.

“Comparing wealth?”

Su Mo slowly raised his head, Devilish Qi surging in his pitch-black eyes, a bloodthirsty sneer curling his lip.

“Comparing wealth with my Hidden God Sect?”

“What are you?”

Saying this.

Under everyone's astonished gaze.

Su Mo pulled out a seemingly ordinary, even slightly dirty... Sack from his clothes.

That was the Storage Pouch he had conveniently 'borrowed' from the Blood Fiend Sect's treasury.

He weighed the Sack in his hand, then turned it towards Young Master Zhao, who was still laughing hysterically upstairs.

He turned the opening downward.

Gently.

He shook it.

“Clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter-clatter—!!!”

The next second.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

From the mouth of that small Sack, an endless torrent of... Spirit Stones poured out like floodgates opening!

They were not ordinary Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Instead, they were Top-Grade Spirit Stones! Each one contained pure Spiritual Qi, and a single piece could be exchanged for a hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones outside!

Tens of thousands!

Densely packed!

Like a golden waterfall, carrying a suffocating aura of wealth, they rained down from above!

“Rumble!”

Under the terrifying impact of the Spirit Stone deluge, the VIP box on the second floor didn't last even a second; it was instantly smashed to pieces!

The arrogant Young Master Zhao's smile instantly froze on his face.

He watched helplessly as the small mountain composed of Top-Grade Spirit Stones crashed down upon his head.

“No—!!!”

He let out the most desperate shriek of his life.

And then.

“Thud!”

A massive sound.

His entire body was directly... buried alive by that mountain of Spirit Stones.

Only one foot, clad in a gold-threaded boot, remained exposed, twitching desperately twice before falling completely still.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

The entire auction hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked like they had been hit by a Body-Fixing Spell, staring blankly at the youth in the corner who was still pouring out Spirit Stones.

Then they looked at the small mountain piled up in the center of the venue.

The dazzling golden light stung their eyes.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

“Oh my goodness...”

“Did he... haul over the treasury of some Holy Land?!”

“Using Top-Grade Spirit Stones to smash people?!”

“This isn't just rich, this is monstrously wealthy!”

Su Mo shook the last Spirit Stone out of the Storage Pouch and casually tossed the now-empty Sack onto the floor.

He dusted off his hands, raised his head, and glanced with a trash-like gaze at the foot still twitching outside the pile of Spirit Stones.

Then.

He spoke lightly, in an extremely cold and disdainful tone:

“One million?”

“That amount of money can't even buy my Revered Master's foot washing water.”

“Poor bastard, don't come out and make a fool of yourself.”