Chapter 272: Below One Hundred, Confiscated Immediately?

"Congratulations, esteemed guest, for your generous bid."

Onstage, Zuo Jin gave Su Ming a slight bow.

The voice beneath the mask used honorifics, yet its bizarre, yin‑yang tone...

It was practically spilling out of the screen!

"Spend 105,000 points to purchase this divine weapon."

"Such boldness, even here in Huangquan, is truly one of a kind."

The hall fell silent, and many Great Demon Projections cast mocking glances.

"Your words are pretty tight."

Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid.

With a flick of his hand, he tossed the case straight into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse.

At this stage, storage items aren't rare goods, so he has no need to hide them.

"If the next segment remains at this level of mere talk..."

"Then this auction can shut down early."

"Heh..."

Zuo Jin choked for a moment, his eyes behind the mask turning colder.

But after all, he's a senior broker.

He took a deep breath and instantly readjusted his business demeanor.

"The lesson for the esteemed guest is..."

"Since the earlier auction didn't satisfy everyone, then next..."

"Let us proceed to tonight's most thrilling, most turn‑around‑rich, infinitely possible segment—"

"Huangquan Treasure Appraisal! Barter by items!!!"

Boom—!

Before the words finished, the entire theater floor quivered violently.

"Hm? It's already an earthquake?"

Su Ming adjusted to a comfortable sitting posture.

In the center of the stage, the lift platform originally used to display the items thundered downwards.

Immediately after, the floor peeled outward in layers, cracking open.

"That is..."

The audience gasped in surprise.

A bizarre altar several meters tall rose slowly, accompanied by the sound of dragging chains.

Inside the altar there were no deities enshrined, nor any Ancestor Tablet.

Only a bronze ancient mirror stood there!

Around the mirror, several thick black‑iron chains were tightly wound, stretched taut.

"Even a mirror gets shackled?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

It seems this thing, like that demon blade earlier, is a rather unruly entity.

At this moment, it wasn't just Su Ming and the poor souls from Sakura Country.

Even Yu Zao Qian, Da Tian Gou, and other Legendary Rank Great Demon Projections froze in place.

The previously nonchalant spectator expressions on their faces vanished entirely.

"Interesting."

At the center stage, Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

Eye of Truth, activate!

A golden light instantly pierced the haze!

But this time...

It didn't instantly resolve!

His gaze seemed to hit a massive wall of Rule.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Buzz—!

Nearly ten seconds passed before line after line of information struggled to surface.

Name: Sin of Truth·Pure Sight Mirror

Quality: Quasi-Myth

Function: Insight! Judgment! Even a lump of dung, it can precisely analyze its gold content! It can forcibly materialize the karma, value, and potential of any inanimate thing into exact point values!

Note: This was originally a divine artifact of a Takamagahara deity used to reflect the Human Heart; it fell into Huangquan, absorbed the flavor, and birthed a greedy spirit! It is extremely just, yet extremely cruel! Before it, trash cannot masquerade as treasure, and true gold cannot hide among sand and gravel!

A Quasi‑Myth‑grade counterfeit‑detector!?

Su Ming's eyelid twitched.

The mirror's stature is half a head taller than the Great Demon Projections present.

"The water of Huangquan Night Market... is deeper than I imagined."

Using a Quasi‑Myth‑grade item as the counter appraisal device?

The craftsmanship truly is beyond reproach.

Onstage, Zuo Jin stroked the altar, his tone tinged with fanaticism.

"Everyone, this is the foundation of our Huangquan Night Market— the Pure Sight Mirror!"

"It directly connects to the Huangquan Source Rule, absolutely fair, absolutely authoritative!"

"No matter what you bring out, as long as you place it here, it will give the most just resale price."

Snap!

He snapped his fingers.

"Of course, to improve efficiency and not waste everyone's precious time…"

"Split!"

Buzz—!

The divine shrine trembled violently, flinging out numerous liquids that fell around the stage.

Then it transformed into ten smaller sub‑shrines, each with the same aura.

They stood neatly in two rows.

"We have deliberately created ten self‑service appraisal windows."

"Ten people simultaneously, price on the spot, no cheating young or old!"

One‑handed operation left the global Audience staring dumbfounded.

"What the heck?! Even the underworld has a self‑service checkout lane?"

"The gods claim no cheating young or old, but this is clearly an assembly‑line harvest!"

"Efficiency maxed out! Is this the Legendary underworld tech tree?"

"Six!"

"By the way, everyone."

Zuo Jin's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of warning.

"This item is formed from the Death Realm Rule, extremely averse to life."

"So, any creature with independent life and consciousness cannot be appraised!"

"If you insist on forced appraisal… the consequences are your own responsibility."

Speaking that, he also deliberately looked toward Su Ming, the meaning obvious.

"As expected."

Su Ming grinned.

The case is solved.

No wonder that Symbiotic Demon Blade earlier had such a low starting bid, almost a cheap sale.

It was because the blade is alive, it couldn't pass this mirror's security check!

"Alright, the Rule is simple."

Zuo Jin clapped his hands.

"Activating the Pure Sight Mirror once consumes Divine Source that isn't cheap."

"We do not welcome speculators who bring junk to try their luck."

"So…"

Zuo Jin raised a finger, his voice suddenly cold.

"For anyone who steps onto the stage for appraisal, if the final valuation is below 100 points…"

"It is considered trash."

"Directly confiscated! No refund!!"

Huh?!

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire crowd erupted in a roar.

The Shen Dai Qianhe and others, whose eyes had just sparked with hope, instantly turned ashen.

Below 100 points and it's confiscated?

This is not appraisal at all!

This is clearly robbery!

It's an Overlord clause!

If you bring the belongings in your hands up, you might not only get no money, but this broken mirror will swallow them whole, leaving not even a bone fragment!

Damned capitalists!

"That's a bit ruthless."

Su Ming touched his chin.

This move forces these poor souls to pull out their last‑ditch life‑saving items.

Only those true treasures can possibly surpass that damned 100‑point passing line!

What if they don't pull them out?

Then they'll have to watch helplessly as their coveted treasure is bought by someone else.

"In that case…"

"Is my Source Blood enough for 100 points?!"

The ten shrines emitting a faint glow resembled ten massive abyssal mouths, quietly awaiting prey to come of its own accord.

No one dared to move.

After all, no one wants to, at this critical moment, lose a wife and also lose troops.

Just then,

From the corner, a rustling sound arose.

I… I'm coming!

Everyone turned toward the voice.

Only a thin, small figure wrapped entirely in a tattered black robe, its face indistinct, trembled and rose.

In its hand it clutched tightly a cloth sack slick with oil.

As it shuffled step by step toward the stage, a corner of the sack was blown open.

Buzz—!

Huh?!

Su Ming, sitting in the front row, was shaken all over.

It wasn't because of that person.

Rather, deep within his consciousness, the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse that had just swallowed the demon blade resonated instantly!

What is that?!