Chapter 275
If it were Master, he would definitely see at a glance what this formation was for.
And what the cultivator using the formation had to sacrifice to gain something from it.
“Not bad!” Chen Huai'an pretended to ponder, nodding with a slight lift of his chin, hands clasped behind his back, speaking casually, “But as my disciple, you must hold yourself to a high standard! I’ll give you another chance. When the formation activates later, take another look.”
“Master, you’re so kind!” Li Qingran didn’t expect to have another opportunity, and his face lit up with joy.
Neither of them noticed the pair of furious eyes in the nearby crowd—those belonged to Wang Debiao, the grandson of Wang Rui, the head of the Wang family.
Wang Rui had previously spent 150 billion to buy several items called Demon Lock Boxes from Chen Huai'an, which were actually just ordinary wooden boxes with no special function.
He had given three of these boxes to his most favored grandson, hoping Wang Debiao would shine at the Demon Hunting Conference.
If there was anything special about these boxes, it was that they were handcrafted by disciples of the Sword Pavilion, perhaps still carrying a hint of their sword intent.
In any case, during this Demon Hunting Conference, Wang Debiao’s use of the Demon Lock Boxes had no effect whatsoever.
He had thrown a box at a great demon, expecting it to be suppressed or, like a Pokémon, to be captured inside the box.
The reality, however, was that his actions only served to enrage the demon.
This was a beast he couldn’t handle, and he ended up being chased until a transcendent being came to rescue him, saving him from the demon’s jaws.
After this narrow escape, he still doubted whether he had used the boxes correctly.
It wasn’t until a fellow transcendent told him that the box in his hand was just an ordinary wooden lump that he truly lost his temper!
But his anger was fleeting.
He hated Chen Huai'an, but his lack of strength prevented him from stepping forward to confront him; he could only seethe with resentment from the crowd.
Hong Li quickly reviewed everyone’s information and selected the top three scorers to receive the transmission reward.
Chen Huai'an, undoubtedly living off Li Qingran’s generosity, was in first place.
However, just as Hong Li began to make arrangements, he shook his head repeatedly:
“I refuse this reward. Can it be exchanged for something else? Like money?”
“I think you’ve lost your mind,” Hong Li stopped, her cold gaze fixed on Chen Huai'an. “Do you know how many people dream of the opportunity to receive transmission from the Ascension Pillar? There are only three spots available in this Demon Hunting Conference, and you dare to refuse?!”
“Fine, I’ll accept it,” Chen Huai'an declared loudly to the surrounding transcendent beings, “Since it’s my reward, I should have the freedom to dispose of it, right? Let’s hear your bids; whoever offers the highest, I’ll give the opportunity to them!”
At this, the entire summit of Lishan erupted in an uproar.
Wang Shouyi, who ranked third, was once again dumbfounded.
The first time he was shocked was when he saw Chen Huai'an in first place.
The second time was now.
He hurriedly stepped forward to persuade, “Brother Chen, you can’t do this! Setting such a valuable opportunity up for auction is simply outrageous! This is the Ascension Pillar transmission, a rare resource! How can you just toss it away?”
Chen Huai'an shook his head, his gaze growing somber, his tone resolute yet tinged with a hint of choked emotion:
“Do I not know how precious this opportunity is? But I know my own talents, don’t I?
This opportunity would be wasted on me; it’s better suited for someone truly gifted.
All I need is to exchange it for some resources and money, and I’ll be content to live my life freely!”
“So you think you’re not worthy of it?”
Hong Li looked at Chen Huai'an with a mix of surprise and understanding, slowly nodding. “You do have some self-awareness. Originally, rewards weren’t meant to be auctioned or given away, but there’s no rule against it.
Since you wish to pass this chance to someone more deserving, I won’t stand in your way. But I wonder what you want in return, and how you plan to have everyone bid?”
The surroundings fell silent, all eyes gleaming with anticipation as they stared at Chen Huai'an.
Some had already begun to pull out their valuables, whether pills, magical artifacts, or talismans, regardless of their worth—better to show something than nothing. Meanwhile, the revivalists from the aristocratic families and the Demon Slaying Division sighed in despair as they watched the transcendent beings produce all sorts of dazzling treasures.
Such opportunities were typically traded for goods.
Transcendent beings had the backing of their sects and could produce valuable items.
What did the aristocratic families and the Demon Slaying Division have?
However, in the next moment, they were as if struck by divine inspiration.
They saw the overly handsome man flamboyantly extend a finger toward the sky.
His mouth opened and closed:
“I want money! I want RMB!”
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Please ensure that the handsome men and women certified by the Great God leave a note with their gifts, so that Shao'ao can update the rankings in order of the messages (it’s hard to remember the rankings and I keep miscalculating).
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Chapter 294: The Contract of Sale
As soon as Chen Huai'an said this, everyone was left dumbfounded.
Especially those transcendent beings who had emptied their possessions.
Want money? Want RMB? Their resources were worth more than money; they wouldn’t sell them for cash!
But if it came to money, they didn’t have much.
For them, money was only enough to buy some daily necessities; resources were mostly traded.
On the other hand, the aristocratic families and the Demon Slaying Division were overjoyed.
The governor of the Demon Slaying Division in C Province must have lost his mind!
Such an opportunity to encounter a fool was rare; if they didn’t seize it now, when would they?
Immediately, someone began to bid.
“I, from the Jing'er Du Demon Slaying Division, offer 100 million. From now on, Governor Chen will be my Liang Baiguan’s brother, a distinguished guest of our Jing'er Du Demon Slaying Division. I hope everyone will give Liang some face!” A young man in a Tang suit stepped forward and cupped his hands to the crowd.
“Just 100 million? How laughable!” Another voice rang out from the crowd. “I, from the S Province Demon Slaying Division, bid 10 billion. I hope Governor Chen will give me a chance.”
“Shut up!” Chen Huai'an lowered his hand and roared.
The sound was like thunder, stunning those nearby.
Only then did everyone remember that this governor was also a formidable figure, not someone to be trifled with.
“I haven’t even set the starting price yet, and you’re all in a panic!”
“May I ask, Governor Chen, what is the starting price?” Someone immediately inquired.
“100 billion.” Chen Huai'an narrowed his eyes and spat out a astronomical figure.
Now that the electronic girlfriend game was no longer in play, the so-called breathing Cangyun Realm had money in every breath.
The price for the fifth level of Dongxu was already 80 million per minute.
In the past, it was always the case that one would only activate the fifth level of Dongxu when needed, logging off after half a minute of showing off.
Now, due to the small world, the permanent activation had been raised to the first level of Dongxu, which was also a million per minute.
It could be said that he had truly become the internet meme he once mocked—a man who could make millions in a minute.
If it weren’t for the consideration that these people might not have that much money, Chen Huai'an would have wanted to raise the price to 500 billion.
Who cared how his future avatars in the Cangyun Realm would sustain themselves? He just wanted to drain the world of its money first.
“100 billion?! Governor Chen, why do you need so much money?”
“Yeah, high-level resources are usually traded for goods…”
Chen Huai'an rolled his eyes, too lazy to respond.
Some were astonished, while others had already picked up their phones to make calls.
Receiving transmission and the awakening of spiritual energy were different from passive awakening; theoretically, even an ordinary person could accept transmission and become a cultivator in one leap.
And being a cultivator meant a long life, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for some talentless but wealthy individuals pursuing cultivation.
One revivalist finished his call and raised his hand to Chen Huai'an, saying, “Governor Chen, could you wait a moment? Our boss said he’d arrive by helicopter within half an hour and will definitely give you a satisfactory price!”
“Who’s your boss?” Chen Huai'an raised an eyebrow.
“The one involved in AI full intelligence coverage and new energy, you know.”
“Oh.” Chen Huai'an knew who it was.
The richest man in the Hua District, that’s quite something.
As the saying goes, money can make the world go round; at this stage, the wealthy could indeed ‘buy’ revivalists as their dogs.
These wealthy individuals probably had already researched cell cultivation, blood analysis, and so on, only to find they still couldn’t awaken.
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