Chapter 275: Where's the bill? It's as if they want to bury people alive with money!

What the hell!

The audience's eyeballs shattered on the ground, their scalp tingling.

In just a few seconds, those glass vials filled with half‑red half‑green liquid piled up on the stage into a sparkling little mountain.

"Sorry about that."

Su Ming's tone was indifferent.

The stock was a bit high, and I was too lazy to tidy up, so I treated it as clearing the warehouse.

On stage, Zuo Jin's mouth twitched slightly under the mask, looking a bit unsightly.

"Having many doesn't mean anything; each must guarantee a quality of over a thousand points. If they're uneven…"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Magu."

Su Ming snapped his fingers.

"Go, don't keep everyone waiting!"

"Yes, Wang."

Magu covered her mouth with a smile, instantly understanding.

With a sweep of the long sleeves, hundreds to thousands of bottles of Source Blood fell like birds into the ten glowing appraisal alcoves.

Everyone's gaze shifted along!

Buzz——!

Buzz——!

The ten alcoves trembled simultaneously, their buzzing merging into one.

On the screen, red numbers began to flash wildly, spewing thin white smoke!

Printing money started!

【1500】 points!

【1500】 points!

【1500】 points!

No fluctuation!

No defective items!

Each bottle was an extremely stable 【1500】 points!

Moreover, this appraisal treasure device thoughtfully enabled an automatic aggregation function.

In the total points column, the number surged like a rocket!

50,000 points!

100,000 points!

200,000 points!

In the blink of an eye, it shattered the 90,000-point barrier that the people of Sakura Country had been desperate to reach, unable to combine orders.

It was easily swept away by this wave of red and green.

Finally, as the last bottle of Source Blood was examined.

The number froze.

【】 points!

Inside the theater, it was quiet except for heavy breathing.

The bullet comments in the global paid livestream exploded!

"Who am I? Where am I? What sci‑fi movie am I watching?"

"Mom asked why I'm kneeling to watch the livestream… I literally smashed the calculator! How much does this cost?"

"You call this a potion? It's clearly flowing liquid gold!"

"Who just said Pure God is a pauper? Step forward and walk a few steps! If he's a pauper, then all the global tycoons would have to beg under the overpass!"

Stage corner.

Shen Dai Qianhe, Liu Sheng Jian Ying and others looked like a group of petrified statues.

Mouth open, yet no sound came out.

What have they done?

To gather tens of thousands of points, combine orders, argue reason, they were embarrassed like a bunch of clowns.

But where is that man?

The trash he casually poured out fetched points they couldn't imagine!

This huge sense of disparity…

It hurts more than killing them outright!

"Enough? If not, I still have more."

Su Ming's tone was very flat, even a bit disdainful.

He didn't lie!

He was serious!

He had plenty of this stuff in his warehouse!

He didn't keep taking because he feared the points would overflow too much, which would cheapen them for those unscrupulous merchants.

After all.

I'm rich, but I'm not stupid.

Su Ming turned around and waved at the skinny figure that had already been scared dumb.

"What are you standing there stunned for?"

"Or are you saying you don't want to sell?"

"Huh? No! No, no, no! Sell!"

"Sir! Let's trade right now!"

The skinny figure, as if waking from a dream, trembled all over and handed over the pitch‑black Cain's Tear.

That's a big patron worth 360,000!

If you could cling to that thigh, even a scrap slipping through your fingers would feed him for a lifetime!

Su Ming didn't waste words; he lightly tapped the void with his fingertip.

Points, transferred directly!

Simple, crisp, generous!

Su Ming tossed the Cain's Tear into the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse and shifted his gaze back to Zuo Jin.

"How about it?"

"Money and goods settled, no discount needed, and no need for your so‑called Official recycling."

Kill and punish the heart.

Zuo Jin opened his mouth slightly, his eyes behind the mask shifting unpredictably.

What can be done?

Question the other side's lack of money?

The 360,000 points just blinded everyone's titanium‑alloy dog eyes.

Accuse the other side of causing trouble?

They paid in full, giving the seller full dignity.

In this round, they lost so badly they were left without underwear.

"Indeed, the honored guest's wealth reaches the heavens."

"Since the trade is complete, it's a win‑win, and we naturally have no objections."

They conceded.

Before absolute capital, even a ghoul from the Yellow Springs must learn to bow and bend.

Su Ming sneered once and didn't give the leaping Clown (Opera Role) another look.

He turned and walked.

Under the gaze of the masses, he sat back into the center position.

He crossed his legs, his posture even more wild than before.

"Alright, stop staring at me."

"I have no flowers on my face, and I won't give you Red Packets."

"You continue, you don't need to worry about me."

This is the boredom of the rich.

It's also the arrogance of the strong.

Under the naked humiliation, the Sakura Nation Camp's people turned pale and then ashen.

But it was Su Ming's turmoil that gave them a glimpse of new hope.

That mirror... seems to be priced very high, huh?

Even the man's pot‑scrubbing water can fetch 1,500 points.

Then their heirloom, wouldn't it be about to take off?!

It's really paying money!

"Huh..."

In the corner, the onmyoji in hunting garb inhaled deeply, his eyes igniting with gambler‑like frenzy.

We must earn some points!

Otherwise, in this Xiaojin Cave, even breathing is wrong; you can only be a spectator.

"I'll go!"

He gritted his teeth and hurried onto the stage.

From his bosom, he carefully pulled out a turquoise magatama.

The way he held it was more affectionate than cradling his own son.

Buzz—!

The magatama was placed into the shrine.

The mirror surface swirled, and Red Light emerged.

!

20,000 points!

Although it's worlds apart from the terrifying 90,000 and 360,000 before.

But for most present, that's definitely a huge sum!

"An Epic-level magatama? The quality's average, but it works barely."

Zuo Jin regained his lofty demeanor, his tone cold.

"I'll sell!"

The Onmyoji did not hesitate and chose to sell.

This magatama truly is his lifeline trump card.

But in the current situation, without money one cannot move an inch!

Swapping for something immediately usable that boosts real‑time combat power can't be wrong!

This scene instantly ignited the passion of the Sakura Nation Camp.

Twenty thousand!

"I also have something!"

"And I've got this, Bao Meng!"

For a moment, the previously dead‑stagnant corner began to stir.

Even the perpetually grim‑faced Liu Sheng Jian Ying silently drew a side blade from his waist and stepped onto the appraisal platform.

However.

Reality is often far harsher than ideals, sometimes even surreal.

"Only 1100 points?! This is an Excellent‑grade armor!"

"1200 points? What a joke! How many fierce ghosts has my blade slain? How could it be so cheap!"

"Trash! Is this broken mirror defective? Why such a low price?!"

More and more people took the stage.

But the once‑heated atmosphere cooled rapidly, eventually turning into an ice cavern.

The Epic‑grade items that most people treasured, under the scrutiny of the Pure Sight Mirror—like a demon‑revealing mirror—...

Their valuations mostly hovered around ten thousand points, never rising.

And those so‑called Excellent‑grade items...

Mostly barely topped the thousand‑point mark!

As for Excellent‑grade items, some barely scraped the 100‑point passing line and were outright deemed trash!

"This... this can't be..."

A samurai clutching his broken sword stared blankly at the 1600‑point figure on the screen, his mindset completely shattered.

He turned his head, rigidly gazing at the man onstage who was crossing his legs.

If I recall correctly...

The man had just casually tossed a bottle of potion in, as if pouring foot‑washing water, and it seemed...

was 1500 points?!

It was even pricier than the weapon he risked his life for!

Damn!

At this point, both those on site and the audience in the live stream couldn't possibly not understand.

Is this mirror priced high?

Don't joke!

It's obviously pitch‑black!

The earlier illusion of gold scattered everywhere was solely because the Pure Spirit produced that pile of little bottles...

They're damn valuable!

On what grounds?!