Chapter 2836: Did I misjudge?

"Eighty thousand immortal crystals for a table of food, my dear."

The crowd immediately erupted in an uproar; for those human cultivators without powerful backgrounds, eighty thousand immortal crystals was already an unimaginable fortune.

But here, it's merely the price of a meal—how can the gap between people be so huge?

The elder who shouted eighty thousand immortal crystals stood calmly at the front of the crowd, tightly guarded by six attendants.

He wore an expression of calm ease, utterly unaffected by the surrounding crowd.

When that price was announced, many more chose to give up.

It's not that they don't want to eat Ye Zhangqing's food; they simply can't afford it—they don't have that much money.

As for shouting out random prices, anyone here who isn't a fool wouldn't do such a thing.

Whether the Heavenly Palace intervenes or not, if you call out a price and can't pay, the crowd will tear you apart without the Heavenly Palace needing to act.

If you have no money, what are you shouting for? You'll leave us with nothing to eat.

The elder known as the Qi Family Old Ancestor, after shouting the price of eighty thousand immortal crystals, looked confidently at the proprietor of the Eight Immortals Tower.

He believed that price was unmatched by anyone present.

His willingness to pay such a high price stemmed mainly from having once enjoyed Ye Zhangqing's cooking in the Immortal Realm.

That meal left him unable to forget it to this day.

It's a pity he never got another chance, but now that he has, he's willing to endure the pain and eat a meal.

What's more, he had even planned the menu, seeing as this was a dish to order.

He waited for the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor to announce the result; the proprietor scanned the crowd, saw no one raising the bid, and even he was startled by the eighty‑thousand‑immortal‑crystal price.

Such a price had apparently never been seen in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens—at least he had never witnessed it.

Even genuine heavenly treasures auctioned off might not fetch this price.

Is this the reputation of my master?

He was about to announce the result when, at that moment, a loud shout came from the crowd.

"One million, damn it, I'm bidding one million—stop squeezing!"

Huh???

The voice was somewhat disordered; following the sound, the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor finally spotted A Jiu, whose head was the only part visible above the crushing crowd.

At that moment, his hair was messy and there appeared to be a shoe print on his cheek—no idea who had stepped on him.

He strained to thrust his head out from the gap in the crowd, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Seeing this, even the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor froze for a moment, hardly believing someone like him could afford a million immortal crystals.

You're not just spouting nonsense, are you?

It's not that the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor looks down on people; the contrast is simply too stark.

Someone who can normally afford this price would usually have a few guards around.

Regardless of cultivation level, it's not about pretense; the main point is having several guards makes you far more comfortable, so you aren't shoved about by the crowd.

Think about it—you already have that money; why would you still care about such things?

Unless he has some peculiar habit, just looking at A Jiu, the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor thinks it shouldn't be the case.

After all, what rich young master's quirk involves being stepped on the face with a shoe sole?

That's unscientific, and he's not a masochist.

But A Jiu has already placed his bid; according to the rules, the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor can't pretend he didn't hear it, so he asks with a complex expression.

"Are you sure?"

"Certainly, one million, one million immortal crystals."

"Alright, one million immortal crystals."

As the Eight Immortals Tower proprietor's words fell, the people beside A Jiu strangely shifted away, squeezing outward in all directions.

Just moments ago there was no space at all, yet now the area around A Jiu has become considerably more spacious.

Although the space isn't large, it's obviously much more comfortable than before—this is reality.

Moreover, everyone's gaze turned to A Jiu, and someone couldn't help but say.

"You really have a million immortal crystals."

"Who would dare shout randomly in a place like this? They must have a death wish."

"What about him just now…………………"

"What else could it be? An immortal clan young master experiencing life."

"Which young master is this?"

Under everyone's gaze, A Jiu's expression didn't improve; he silently cursed, 'A bunch of people who look down on others.'

Damn it, you think I'm as poor as you? I am the Ninth Prince of the Shadow Demon Race.

But those words could never be spoken aloud.

At the same time, another person's complexion was no better than A Jiu's—the Qi Family Old Ancestor.

Just moments ago, with eighty thousand immortal crystals, he felt he had secured the meal.

But who would have expected that halfway through, a Cheng Yaojin would appear out of nowhere? Which family does this youth belong to? He's never seen him before.

Logically, he should know all the prominent heirs of famous clans in the Immortal Realm, yet he has no impression of A Jiu at all.

Could he be a young master from Beyond the Heavens?

Seeing the meal about to reach his lips, yet it could still be snatched away, the Qi Family Old Ancestor was naturally unwilling and gritted his teeth, shouting.

"One million and ten thousand."

He raised the bid again, but it was clear he was near his limit, adding only ten thousand immortal crystals.

He was also gambling, betting that one million was A Jiu's limit—that A Jiu only had one million immortal crystals on him.

If it weren't for my status being here, I'd still need to save face; the Qi Family Old Ancestor just wanted to add only a hundred immortal crystals.

Anyway, ten thousand more is more, a hundred more is also more; as long as we can eat it, it's fine.

But A Jiu, who was furious, didn't bother with his pleasantries; hearing that the Qi Family Old Ancestor raised the price again, A Jiu gritted his teeth and shouted without thinking.

One hundred ten thousand.

Huh???

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment, especially the Human Race cultivators around A Jiu, each with a complex expression.

Did I see wrong? Which young master is this?

The Qi Family Old Ancestor is almost at his limit, but A Jiu still seems to have energy left.

This time, even the Qi Family Old Ancestor gave A Jiu a deep look.

I added ten thousand, but this kid immediately raised it by ninety thousand immortal crystals; does he still have money?

Thinking this, the Qi Family Old Ancestor hesitated and weighed it, ultimately choosing to give up.

It's not that he has no money left, but that there's not much left; his Space Ring holds a total of 1.2 million immortal crystals.

Even if he could add another round, judging by this kid's performance, he probably still won't gain any advantage in the end.

If that's the case, it's better to simply give up.

The Qi Family Old Ancestor has withdrawn his efforts; naturally, no one present will compete with A Jiu anymore.

And the victorious A Jiu raised his head and said to the Eight Immortals Pavilion shopkeeper:

"I've won, can I go in now?"

"That's natural."

"No need to queue, right?"

Huh???

A Jiu casually asked, the Eight Immortals Pavilion Elder was stunned for a moment, "What kind of talk is this? You've already spent 1.2 million immortal crystals; can my Eight Immortals Pavilion still make you queue?"

The best and most luxurious room in the building is yours.

He cracked a somewhat unnatural smile, the Eight Immortals Pavilion shopkeeper said with a smile:

"Naturally not, please come in, young master."

"Hmph……"