Chapter 133: Mr. Stark: What Kind of Grass Is That? Worth Over Two Billion? (Fifth Update)

In the Douluo World,

Tang San looked at the messages in the member group, and for a moment, his breathing grew heavy.

The effect of the black rice wine made Tang San's heart stir for a moment.

That was the entry ticket to cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao!

Just one cup of black rice wine—even if he couldn't cultivate immortality in this world—it would surely have a terrifying effect.

However, right now, what gave Tang San a headache was that he had no money on him.

Even though Seeing Ying Zheng and Mr. Stark had given up, the remaining people—Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuan Ci—would definitely fight tooth and nail for it.

Even that newcomer Watching Watching Ning Caichen might try to compete this time.

After all, Watching Watching Ning Caichen, who had made a fortune selling things, had financial resources that couldn't be underestimated now.

And right now, Tang San had no advantage facing these people.

Involuntarily, Tang San's gaze fell on the black box in the corner.

Inside it were precisely the two Tsar Bombas that Mr. Stark had given him!

Originally Tang San had no use for them, but now that he was short on money, he couldn't help but be tempted.

Should he use these two Tsar Bombas to pull off something big!

"Whoosh!"

Just as Tang San was pondering, a sound of something tearing through the air came, and the next moment, Dugu Bo's figure arrived.

"Little monster, do you have any more good stuff?"

At this moment, Dugu Bo's face was glowing red, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, and the moment he arrived, he asked Tang San with a smile.

Such an attitude and expression made Tang San understand in an instant.

Bah, you shameless bastard—clearly said you didn't need it.

Turned around and enjoyed it yourself.

What a damn hypocrite!

He cursed inwardly, but looking at Dugu Bo's figure, Tang San's eyes instantly lit up.

"Old monster, you've come at just the right time."

Thinking that he had no money, but Dugu Bo, being a titled Douluo, certainly wouldn't be poor, Tang San got excited.

"The immortal's side has new delicacies again, but I don't have enough money on me—lend me some!"

When the words came out, Dugu Bo's face, which had originally shown a smile upon hearing about new delicacies, instantly turned bitter upon hearing the word "borrow."

And seeing Dugu Bo's expression, Tang San's excited look also froze.

What kind of situation is this?

Isn't he just borrowing a little money!

Does he need to be like this?

"Cough, cough, little monster, this old man has lived alone his whole life, and honestly doesn't have much interest in money, so if you're borrowing a small amount, I do have some."

After a light cough, Dugu Bo said this to Tang San before him.

In his life he had no sons or daughters, only one granddaughter.

Although he was a titled Douluo, he hadn't established a clan, living alone—what would he do with so much money?

So, upon hearing Tang San's words, Dugu Bo became embarrassed.

A hundred thousand or several hundred thousand gold soul coins, he did have.

But if it was over a million, or tens of millions of gold soul coins, he was powerless.

Hearing Dugu Bo's words, Tang San instantly covered his forehead.

Isn't this damn thing a scam?

Over a million gold soul coins—the gold content inside is only a hundred-plus thousand taels of gold.

With just this, how can he compete with Zhang Sanfeng, Xuan Ci, and the others!

"Forget it, old monster, I'll think of another way!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Tang San had no good solution for the moment either.

However, just as Tang San's gaze fell on the immortal herbs before him, his eyes lit up.

Right, he still had these immortal herbs!

"Old monster, lend me these immortal herbs here, and next time I'll bring you new delicacies!"

Saying this excitedly to Dugu Bo, Tang San instantly found a way to make money.

And Dugu Bo on the other side, hearing the words "new delicacies," also got excited.

"Fine, use them however you want!"

The poison in his body was already slowly healing, and these immortal herbs, for him, didn't have much use anymore.

Compared to the immortal's delicacies, these immortal herbs were really just grass—no use at all.

Tang San on the other side, hearing Dugu Bo's words, immediately began walking around beside the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Well.

He collected some immortal herbs with medium medicinal effects, then took screenshots one by one and posted them in the member group.

Tang San: "Everyone, the immortal herbs I mentioned last time are ready—who wants them!"

In the member group, following Tang San's words and the screenshots of immortal herbs, the group instantly boiled over.

Mr. Stark: "Oh, you finally got the immortal herbs? The best one I wanted—did you save it for me?"

Tang San: "Don't worry, Mr. Stark, your best one has been preserved for you, but the price?"

Mr. Stark: "No problem, I'll offer a hundred thousand taels of gold directly on my end. If the effects are good, I'll continue next time!"

Yue Buqun: "Hiss, this member group is unbearable anymore, the extravagance hits you right in the face!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Insanely rich, they're not giving us a chance at all!"

Wang Daitong: "Scared, scared, ten thousand taels of gold just to open the bidding, that's how they play!"

Zhou Weiqing: "But that's an immortal herb; at this price, it's worth it!"

Abbot Xuan Ci: "Amitabha. Young friend Tang San, selling an immortal herb at this moment—does this mean you are determined to secure the black rice wine brew?"

Watching Watching Ning Caichen: "It does look that way."

Rock Lee: "Too extravagant; I can only watch."

In the members' group, as Stark made his domineering bid, many people backed down.

There was no choice; the price was simply too high.

Plus, the next auction for the black rice wine brew was approaching soon.

They did not want to waste money on this anymore.

Meanwhile, in the Douluo world, Tang San looked at Stark's bid, his brows furrowing slightly.

Tang San: "Mr. Stark, for other spiritual herbs, I would agree to this price."

Tang San: "However, the one prepared for you is the finest immortal herb; this price is too low!"

The crowd, originally swept away by the extravagance, had thought Tang San would agree, only to be met with his refusal.

And the reason was actually that the price was too low!

Yue Buqun: "Heavens, what effect does this immortal herb have, making young friend Tang so confident?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "I don't know, but if even ten thousand taels of gold is considered too low, it seems young friend Tang is very confident in the effects of these immortal herbs!"

Wang Daitong: "Once again shedding tears of poverty; ten thousand taels of gold!"

Zhou Weiqing: "Stop talking; if it were me, I would have agreed long ago!"

Great Qin Shi Huang: "With young friend Tang saying that, even I am a bit tempted!"

Following Tang San's words, interest arose among everyone in the members' group.

Tang San actually found ten thousand taels of gold too low; this truly exceeded their expectations.

For a moment, everyone's gaze turned involuntarily toward Stark, wanting to see how he would respond.

And at this moment, Stark's brows also furrowed tightly.

Ten thousand taels of gold to buy a single immortal herb!

And that price is too low?

What kind of herb is that, to be so expensive?

A single herb worth over two billion!