Chapter 271: No money, shut up!

Tsk, this is the gap.

Su Ming leaned back lazily in his chair, the smirk at the corner of his mouth impossible to suppress.

Even if a few ants had their legs broken and were tied together, they could never trip an elephant.

Aside from dying with more rhythm, or getting a discount by going to the crematorium as a group, it's completely meaningless.

Just then.

On stage, Zuo Jin, wearing a weird mask, seemed to sense that the venue was a bit cold.

Or rather, his original target wasn't those impoverished, penny‑pinching everyday lives!

Zuo Jin shifted his gaze, looking past the major demons in the front row; his eyes, like a cold venomous snake, coiled straight onto Su Ming.

This honored guest.

I see you've been just watching from the sidelines—what's up?

Such a top‑grade demonic weapon… you really aren't moved?

Or perhaps…

Zuo Jin paused, his tone carrying a hint of provocation.

Even the things from Yellow Springs still don't catch your eye?!

As soon as he said that, all eyes in the venue turned to him again.

Especially Shuten Douji in the front row, the murderous intent nearly spilling from his crimson ghost eyes.

What he had taken a liking to…

This brat thinks it's trash?!

Isn't that basically slapping him in the face?!

Tempted?

Su Ming snorted, his gaze lightly sweeping over the writhing demonic sword.

This kind of blood‑sucking industrial junk is only a treasure to you clueless country bumpkins.

Whoosh—!

As soon as he said that, the venue erupted in an uproar.

Shen Dai Qianhe and the others in the corner widened their eyes, nearly gasping.

Industrial waste?

Country bumpkin?!

This is a divine artifact they'd scraped together their entire village's fortunes just to get a touch of!

In this man's mouth, it's actually worth nothing?

This is just too arrogant!

In the front row, Shuten Douji's crimson huge face instantly darkened.

The thing he liked is being called trash?

And they're even pointing at his nose, calling him a country bump?!

But…

Su Ming ignored Shuten Douji's murderous glare, waving his hand like shooing away a fly.

Since we're here, just sitting around is indeed a bit chilly.

Since you're all so poor you can't even bid, it's like a vegetable market…

I'll just spend a bit of pocket change to liven things up for you, so no one can say I don't understand social graces.

Seventy‑five thousand!

Hiss!

Liven things up?

Spending seventy‑five thousand points to buy junk just to liven things up?!

Both the live audience and the global paying stream had everyone's heads buzzing.

Is this what boredom looks like for the rich?

Hmph!

A cold snort exploded, and Shuten Douji sprang to his feet.

The pair of black wings behind him unfurled with a boom, demonic aura sweeping across the venue in an instant.

Human brat.

This is the Yellow Springs, not your playground.

Some things, if you hold them hot‑handed, will get you killed!

A naked threat!

If it were an ordinary person, they'd likely have pissed themselves long ago under the pressure of this imperial‑level great demon.

Eighty thousand!

Shuten Douji, face grim, raised the bid.

Eighty‑five thousand!

Su Ming didn't even lift his eyelids, instantly matching it.

A threat?

What a load of crap!

Too little, big guy.

Are you not eating, or did you forget your wallet when you went out?

Can't the price hike be quicker? It's like squeezing toothpaste—adding five thousand each time is still this slow!

You!!

Shuten Douji trembled with rage.

He's lived over a thousand years, worshipped by tens of thousands in Sakura Country—when has he ever suffered such petty anger?

This is literally tearing his face off and stomping on it!

Are you discarding your background and dignity?!

Ninety thousand!!!

As his words fell, the entire venue fell silent again.

The experts of Sakura Country only felt their cheeks burning with pain.

Just moments ago, to scrape together sixty thousand, they teamed up, hesitating like clowns.

But what about them?

They didn't even take this number seriously!

Ninety thousand……

Su Ming clicked his tongue, his tone tinged with disappointment.

That's about it.

Ninety-five thousand.

He still only added five thousand!

Not more, not less—just to overwhelm you!

One hundred thousand!

Shuten Douji's voice had already sunk completely low.

The surrounding light seemed to be swallowed by his rage, and the theater instantly darkened somewhat.

Inside the livestream, the show's effect exploded directly, and the comments flooded wildly.

Crazy! This is absolutely killing crazy!

One hundred thousand?! To buy that bloodsucking junk?! Give me that money—I'd let it suck me!

What a waste! So wasteful—just to vent a breath of anger?

'Pure' God probably won't add more, right? If he does, he'll just be a total Big Wronged Seed!

To the vast majority, this round should be over.

After all, Pure may be wild, but as the World's Number One, he's definitely not stupid.

For the sake of so‑called face, going all‑out against a great demon isn't worth it.

Kid.

Shuten Douji's gloomy voice rang out again.

Don't give face then refuse it.

This blade, I must have it.

Some things you can buy with your life, but you might not live to use them!

On the Yellow Springs road…… it's slippery, easy to fall and die!

The dagger appears when the map is exhausted!

This is literally slapping the words 'kill and loot' onto the table!

The entire venue fell silent.

But Zuo Jin on stage didn't speak to stop it; behind his mask, his eyes curved into a crescent moon.

Rules?

In these Yellow Springs, a big fist is the rule, lots of money is the rule!

However.

Faced with this imminent death threat, Su Ming finally lifted his head.

Finished speaking?

No money? Then shut up—what's with all the nonsense?

Add another five thousand!

Hiss!

Shuten Douji froze.

The livestream audience, the top fighters of Sakura Country, froze.

Even Yu Zao Qian's fan‑waving hand halted mid‑air.

Add another five thousand, and that's one hundred five thousand!

Faced with the death threat, this person not only didn't retreat, but kept adding five thousand each time!

He just wants to smash money onto others' faces!

Good…… very good!

Shuten Douji laughed angrily to the point of hysteria.

But he didn't add any more.

One hundred thousand has already exceeded the premium limit of this demon blade.

Epic‑tier, it's not worth this amount!

I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth!

Bang!

The wine cup in his hand was completely crushed.

【Shuten Douji】 flicked his sleeve, sat back down in his original seat, and said nothing more.

But that killing intent locked onto Su Ming tightly, without reservation.

This grudge is settled!

"One hundred five thousand, once!"

"One hundred five thousand, twice!"

"One hundred five thousand, three times!"

"Deal!"

With 【Zuo Jin】's strike of the hammer.

【Ghost Cutter】 officially changed hands, being placed back into the box.

Su Ming watched as several maidservants brought over the box, and let out a cold laugh.

Loss?

Acting on impulse?

A bunch of idiots.

【Growable】 attribute...

Don't mention one hundred thousand.

Even if it were two hundred thousand or three hundred thousand, he would feel it's a bloody profit!

As for that incompetent, raging great demon...

A flash of cold light passed through Su Ming's eyes.

He hasn't not seen Xiao Yinghua's Hundred Ghost Records.

【Shuten Douji】 this thing, has a sinister and vicious character, holds grudges the most.

However, it suits him just fine.

Since he's already been targeted, don't blame him for not observing martial ethics.

Wait until we leave this gate...

Who is the hunter, who is the prey.

It's still uncertain!