Chapter 277: Give to Evil Ghosts, Not to Dragon Country?

Su Ming straightened his collar and leisurely walked to the edge of the stage.

"Seven hundred thousand!"

"I'm not like some middlemen who, even though they're shady shops, still put up a plaque."

Su Ming pointed at the broken comb in Shen Dai Qianhe's hand.

"Whatever price the mirror is appraised at, I'll pay that in solid gold and silver."

"I have my eye on this thing."

"Instant transfer, no fees, no risk margin deducted, and no so‑called friendship discount."

Wow—!

When the words landed, the eyes of every big demon in the audience instantly grew ominous.

Another snatch!

This human kid is determined today to smash the venue to the ground!

Onstage, Zuo Jin's face beneath the mask instantly darkened like water, the murderous intent in his eyes about to burst.

Again this human…

If it were some other hot‑head, he'd be ready to act right now!

But this person…

Just now, without blinking, he pulled out the main sum of over three hundred thousand!

He's got some real worth!

His gut told him that seven hundred thousand, this lunatic could actually produce!

That one could hate itself to the point of teeth itching!

For a moment, all gazes, including those greedy Ghost Eyes,

converged on the red‑and‑white figure at the center of the stage.

This is practically a free point question!

Sell to the theater?

Get ripped off for a hundred thousand and still have to swallow a belly of bird‑breath.

Sell to this man?

Make an extra hundred thousand and also get to disgust that black‑hearted host!

Which to choose?

Even a brain‑dead person knows which to pick!

In the global paid livestream, the Dragon Country audience's bullet comments instantly flooded the screen.

Even though he has no good feeling toward Xiao Ri Zi, who doesn't love this kind of business‑snatching drama?

"Jing Shen, are you masquerading as a great philanthropist? Seven hundred thousand for a broken comb?"

"But snatching the black‑hearted theater's business is satisfying to watch!"

"Sell quickly! This lady's luck is great, meeting a god‑rich like Jing Shen!"

"Just give yourself to him outright; even though he's not from our Dragon Country, we can at least make him a concubine!"

"Baka! How dare you disrespect our shrine maiden!"

On the spot.

Su Ming's consciousness has already slipped into dimensional space, ready to pour another wave of Source Blood at any moment.

He finds this kind of good thing very worthwhile.

After all… he really doesn't lack money!

Moreover, this prop concerns the ownership of the Takamagahara instance.

Having it in his own hands is better than letting Xiao Ri Zi use it to cause trouble.

This face‑to‑face NTR pleasure is something ordinary people wouldn't understand.

However.

Shen Dai Qianhe's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Su Ming, her expression extremely complex.

Finally, she slowly shook her head, stepped back half a step, and spoke in a cold tone.

"Not for sale."

Su Ming's eyebrows lifted slightly, feeling a bit surprised.

"Too little?"

"I can add another fifty thousand."

"My ceiling is seven hundred fifty thousand; the offer expires if you delay."

This is the final ultimatum, also the greatest sincerity for this farce.

He adds money!

But this time, Shen Dai Qianhe answered resolutely.

"It's not a money issue."

"This thing is the soul of our Sakura Country! It is our last dignity!"

"It can be sold to ghosts! It can be sold to demons! It could even rot in the mud of the Yellow Springs…"

"But only—"

"Not to sell to Dragon Country people!"

Boom—!

When those words came out, the effect exploded.

The front‑row Shuten Douji and the other great demons were first stunned, then slapped their thighs and laughed wildly without stopping.

"Hahaha! That's interesting!"

"You little brat, though your strength is as weak as a chicken, this stubbornness—this lord likes it!"

"Would rather be slaughtered by ghosts for a hundred thousand than let the Dragon Nation earn? Hahaha!"

Mockery!

Jesting!

It's pure joy of watching a circus Clown performance!

Within the global paid live broadcast room, the Dragon Nation audience who had been teasing earlier suddenly had their mindset collapse.

"Damn!!!"

"Giving her face, huh?! Jing God is willing to bestow her, and she still doesn't know what's good or bad?"

"666, would rather be slaughtered by ghosts for a hundred thousand, is this what they call Bushido spirit? Is your brain filled with nuclear waste or what?!"

"I'm furious! Jing God, don't buy it! When we go out the door later, just blow her up directly!"

"What the hell kind of top‑tier comprehension is this? It's like narrowing the road!"

Can't tolerate.

What the hell era is this?

These little days are still this wild?!

Live.

Su Ming stood in place, his expression showing no trace of anger.

Even that lazy smile hadn't vanished.

Just.

Those pupils, which once glimmered with golden light, now were as calm as a pool of dead water.

Not selling?

Prefer to give to evil ghosts, not to the Dragon Nation?

Fine.

Very good.

This logic perfectly matches his usual stereotype of these people.

Since they give face but don't want face...

Then don't blame me for not speaking of martial virtue.

"Six hundred thousand!"

Shen Dai Qianhe didn't glance at Su Ming again, turned directly, facing Zuo Jin.

"I'll sell it to the theater!"

"Deal!"

Zuo Jin was ecstatic, fearing the crazy woman might renege, waved a big hand, and locked the transaction at light speed.

Swoosh—!

Six hundred thousand points instantly transferred into Shen Dai Qianhe!

"Huh..."

Watching the soaring numbers, Shen Dai Qianhe's pale face finally showed a hint of color.

Although she lost a hundred thousand and even offended the top‑ranked person.

But so what?

At this moment, she felt she had guarded the nation's backbone!

Shen Dai Qianhe turned around, looking at the crowd behind her.

"Everyone, endure humiliation and bear the weight, all for today."

"That Dragon Nation person may be rich, but he is ultimately just a human! His resources are limited!"

"And we, bearing a nation's hope!"

"Even if we smash with money, we must forcefully smash back our nation's destiny!"

Liu Sheng Jian Ying and the others nodded heavily, their eyes ablaze with battle intent.

They even provocatively looked at the lazy figure in the front row.

With money, the backbone instantly stiffened.

They even felt that the earlier loss of a hundred thousand was a necessary cost for pride!

World's Number One?

In front of them, what does it count as?

Onstage, Zuo Jin, as a top operator, keenly captured this greenhorn‑driven frenzy.

"Good! It seems Miss Shen Dai's patriotic sentiment truly moves people."

"Since everyone now has Chips and their wallets are full, I won't waste words."

Zuo Jin snapped his fingers.

"The channel for exchanging items for points is always open to everyone."

"As long as you think the money's insufficient, you can always toss things into the shrine! Turning trash into treasure, tonight!"

"Now, let us return to the main topic—"

"The auction continues!"

Strike while the iron is hot, reap this wave of hot money tinged with blood!

Boom—!

The lift platform activates again.

This time, there's no flashy pink smoke.

The scent of blood mingles with ominous killing aura, instantly sweeping the entire arena.

A black sword rack adorned with shimenawa ropes slowly rises.

On the rack, a katana without a scabbard lies horizontally.

Strangely, fresh red liquid continuously seeps from the blade, dripping onto the display platform.

"This sword is called 【Muramasa】."

"Of course, it's not the original demonic blade of Legend, but its offspring blade."

"Even so, it perfectly inherits the name of the demonic blade!"

"And it also bears a hint of divine artifact traits—cutting through Karma!"

"Whether an unbreakable contract or a body forged a thousand times, before it they are like thin paper, shattering at a touch!"

"Starting bid—50,000 points!"

Sss—?!

When 【Muramasa】 is uttered, the Sakura Nation Camp instantly can't sit still.

This is, in their culture, a totem‑level divine weapon!

It's also touted as an ominous blade that specifically slays the strong!

"Cutting through Karma..."

【Shen Dai Qianhe】's eyes blaze, heart pounding wildly.

Such a good thing is practically tailor‑made for them!

And the starting bid is only fifty thousand.

For her now, it's completely within range!

"Even if the actual effect differs slightly from the description, I must get it!"

"This is our national treasure!"