Chapter 2835: A Jiu, Furious and Rising

As the proprietor of Eight Immortals Tower finished speaking, the crowd gradually quieted down.

They had come here precisely to eat a dish made by Ye Zhangqing, and deep down they actually sensed that with so many people, it was impossible for everyone to get a meal.

Even though they had anticipated this, hearing the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor's words now still left them feeling stifled.

With so many people present, they had blocked the street from one end to the other, yet still no end could be seen.

As a result, only one table could get to eat? The difficulty of this competition can be imagined.

Someone couldn't help but speak up to express dissatisfaction.

"Proprietor, with so many of us, you're only preparing one table— isn't that a bit excessive?"

Upon hearing this, the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor smiled and replied.

"Excessive? Everyone has heard of Shīzūn's reputation, which is why you've traveled thousands of miles to this Beyond the Heavens. In the Immortal Realm, could you ever eat a meal prepared by Shīzūn? Now Shīzūn, grateful for your favor, has personally stepped in— and you still find it insufficient? If so, then please, all of you, leave."

The Eight Immortals Tower proprietor basically didn't care about this group's dissatisfaction; having one table was already good enough, and if Ye Zhangqing weren't willing, there wouldn't even be one table.

As soon as those words were spoken, someone still wanted to speak up, but was quickly stopped by the people nearby.

"Shut up, if you have no money, who do you blame?"

"Exactly, you don't even have this much wealth, yet you want to eat the dishes made by Ye Immortal Chef— just stay put and behave."

Those who felt dissatisfied were mainly people whose finances weren't very abundant.

These people had self-awareness and naturally understood that, with so many bidding for one table, relying on their meager wealth made it utterly impossible.

Since they couldn't possibly get a meal anyway, they couldn't help but utter a couple of complaints.

However, those who truly possessed strength would certainly not let these fellows ruin the good thing.

Getting to eat at all would already be nice, just as the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor said— if they really provoked Ye Zhangqing's displeasure, then nobody would get anything to eat.

What else could the crowd dare to do?

Someone spoke up to stop it, the situation naturally came under control quickly, and the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor, without further ado, immediately announced the start of the bidding.

There was no reserve price, and anyone present could freely bid.

However, although no reserve price was set, someone who spoke up directly called out a bid of one hundred thousand immortal crystals.

As soon as that price was announced, it instantly excluded about half of the people present.

The total wealth of these people added together still couldn't reach one hundred thousand immortal crystals, so naturally they had no chance to bid.

Before it even began, they were swept out the door, and these people couldn't help but curse.

"Damn, do you even know how to bid?"

"Exactly, with no reserve price, you open with one hundred thousand immortal crystals?"

"It's deliberate; he's definitely doing it on purpose."

Faced with these people's shouting and cursing, the speaker wasn't annoyed, and replied with a light smile.

"Right, I did it on purpose— if you don't even have a hundred thousand immortal crystals, you're not worth eating shit; get lost now."

One hundred thousand immortal crystals is merely the entry ticket for this auction; if you don't even have that much, you shouldn't even enter the venue— you'd just be wasting everyone's time.

After being harshly scolded by this person, these folks were furious but had no recourse.

In one sweep, so many people were filtered out that few remained capable.

However, the real competition only formally began at this point.

Those who weren't frightened by the hundred thousand immortal crystals naturally spoke up one after another to raise the bid.

Soon, the price for that table of food was raised to five hundred thousand immortal crystals.

Five hundred thousand— and these are immortal crystals, not spirit stones.

A Jiu, squeezed in the crowd until he was wobbling and could barely stand, heard the surrounding bids and felt completely dazed.

He had naturally done his homework beforehand, knowing the value of immortal crystals; converted into the currency of his Shadow Demon Race, it was an absolutely huge sum.

But now, these people were actually using it to bid on a single table of food.

"What kind of food could be worth five hundred thousand immortal crystals? You're not just spouting nonsense, are you?"

"With that much money, you could buy genuine peerless treasures from Beyond the Heavens— and you're using it to eat?"

Moreover, looking at the situation, five hundred thousand immortal crystals is obviously not the final price; there are still plenty of bidders left, and the competition remains fierce.

A Jiu was somewhat shocked by this maneuver— these humans are not normal.

But before he could think further, the surrounding crowd surged again, squeezing him so hard he could barely breathe.

Having been shoved all the way here, unable even to get out, A Jiu couldn't help but curse.

"Can't you stop squeezing? Just let me stand properly."

However, this shouting drew a rebuttal from the nearby people.

"Do I want to squeeze you? I'm also being squeezed."

"Exactly, we're already here, yet you're putting on airs like a big bad wolf— everyone's squeezing, and it makes you stand out."

"If you don't want to be squeezed, then have the ability to win Ye Immortal Chef's table of food— then you'll not only get Eight Immortals Tower's luxurious private room, but also get to eat Ye Immortal Chef's meals, and naturally you won't have to suffer here."

"Ha, do you look like someone who has that kind of money? Forget five hundred thousand immortal crystals— do you even have five thousand?"

Huh???

After being mocked by the crowd, and with his pent-up frustration, A Jiu became angry.

Since entering Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, the anger that had been building up exploded at this moment.

It wasn't that A Jiu couldn't endure; on the contrary, he had endured too much.

Think about it— from the moment he entered Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, all along the way he had encountered countless inexplicable and unexplainable things, and he had endured them all.

He had huddled in wall corners, unable to get a meal, each day scurrying about like a mouse— he had endured all of that.

Moreover, today he had been pushed all the way by the crowd to this godforsaken place, and he had endured it all along.

But now, he just blew up with a bang.

No money? I, damn it, am the Ninth Prince of the Shadow Demon Race—how could I be broke?

Before coming to the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, he had already prepared a considerable amount of immortal crystals.

These immortal crystals were originally meant for completing missions; after all, money is often a good thing, and when you encounter a suitable target, it can lead to great accomplishments.

A Jiu understands this well, so for every mission he prepares a substantial amount of wealth, just in case of unexpected needs.

Now these guys dare say they have no money? That's outright ridiculous.

Frankly speaking, among the many Human Race cultivators present, comparing the amount of immortal crystals they carry, A Jiu fears no one.

Even the greatest immortal clans and immortal sects—could they possibly have more wealth than the entire Shadow Demon Race?

Moreover, this mission is also strongly supported by the Feather God Tribe—how could you possibly compare to an innate race?

So, the instantly exploding A Jiu coldly glanced around at these people and said in a cold voice.

"Ha, summer insects cannot speak of ice—no money? Today I'll let you see what money really is—one million…………………"

Just as he was about to speak, the crowd suddenly became restless, with everyone around pressing together in a mass; before A Jiu could finish his words, he was instantly swallowed by the crowd, disappearing from sight, only the clamor of the excited voices rising and falling.

"It's the Qi Clan Patriarch—eight hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand immortal crystals."

"The Qi Clan Patriarch sure has a grand hand—this is already eight hundred thousand immortal crystals."