Chapter 69

"Eight hundred thousand! Why don't you go rob someone!"

Meng Jing's eyes widened, and she retorted immediately.

Even ordinary Core Formation elders would not remain indifferent upon seeing eight hundred thousand spirit stones; ordinary Golden Core cultivators didn't have that many spirit stones.

"It's not expensive at all. There's an even more expensive one, the one at the very back. It's an ancient mineral from the ancient battlefield, worth five million."

The manager pointed to a large stone at the back, which emitted an ancient aura. It might have been there for too long, as it was covered in dust.

Jiang Ping'an glanced at the stone but ignored it, as there was nothing valuable inside.

He was so confident because his right eye... could see some special things!

Just now, his right eye scanned these scattered stones and found that some of them emitted light!

He had noticed that the stone which the cultivator cut into earlier was emitting light before it was cut.

In the end, a crystal was cut from that stone.

Jiang Ping'an speculated that these stones that appeared to emit light must contain something!

The black stone he was pointing to had three spots of light inside.

Jiang Ping'an guessed that there might be three gems inside this stone!

As for what was inside, he couldn't tell, but he could see the light it emitted.

"Can Black Flame Firestone sell for a million spirit stones?" Jiang Ping'an asked again.

The light emitted from this stone was likely that of Black Flame Firestone.

"Of course! A Black Flame Firestone the size of a fingertip can sell for a million, so a stone this big will definitely yield one."

The manager patted his chest, assuring him with a look of credibility.

These stones were all randomly transported from the mining area. If the buyer had good luck, they could get something valuable, and then the guild would buy it back.

In any case, it was a sure profit.

"Alright, I'll buy it." Jiang Ping'an said.

"You're crazy! With this money, you could just buy a Black Flame Firestone!"

Meng Jing quickly grabbed Jiang Ping'an's storage bag to stop him from acting impulsively.

"Brother Jiang, don't buy it. It's purely a matter of luck." Jin Lin also came to stop him, as he had lost several hundred thousand.

The other cultivators looked at Jiang Ping'an as if he were a fool, but there was also envy in their eyes.

This kid could actually come up with eight hundred thousand, richer than even Golden Core cultivators.

However, no matter how envious they were, they didn't dare to cause trouble on the ship, not even a Soul Formation cultivator would dare.

Moreover, these young people were geniuses from Blackwind County participating in the competition.

Touching them would be like declaring war on the entire Blackwind County, or even the Great Xia.

After all, these people were cultivated by the Great Xia and could become pillars of the Great Xia.

"Young man! Don't miss this opportunity! If this stone contains Black Flame Firestone, you can make a profit of two hundred thousand spirit stones in one night and become rich overnight!"

The manager saw someone trying to stop Jiang Ping'an and became a bit anxious. "Alright, since you are a pillar of the Great Xia, I'll give you a huge discount. Just seven hundred thousand to take it away!"

This stone had been there for two or three years, and no one had bought it.

After all, no one was a fool. If they really needed Black Flame Firestone, they could buy one for a few hundred thousand more, rather than gambling here.

"Six hundred and fifty thousand." Jiang Ping'an realized he could haggle and immediately lowered the price.

Although he wasn't short of resources, he could save a thousand spirit stones to buy two more Blood Demon Pills.

The manager shook his head. "That's too low. I won't make any profit. It cost me six hundred and fifty thousand to acquire this stone."

"Then I won't buy it. It's too expensive. I suddenly realized I don't need to take the risk."

Jiang Ping'an showed hesitation and turned to leave.

"Wait! Six hundred and seventy thousand! I'll only make two hundred thousand, okay?"

The manager, seeing a rare big spender, wanted to sell the stone quickly.

"Woodhead! Don't buy it!" Meng Jing, who had lost a hundred thousand, was still heartbroken.

If she lost another six hundred thousand, she wouldn't be able to sleep well for a month, dreaming of losing money every night.

"Help me pay six hundred and seventy thousand, and I'll pay you back later." Jiang Ping'an, who had no spirit stones, asked Meng Jing to lend him some.

"You..."

Meng Jing wanted to persuade him but was speechless when she saw his serious expression.

She knew this man; once he made up his mind, ten oxen couldn't pull him back.

"If you lose, you'll work for me like a slave!"

Meng Jing threw her storage bag at the manager with a fierce look.

Previously, Jiang Ping'an had advised her not to gamble, but he forgot it as soon as he got here.

If she gave the money to Jiang Ping'an, she wouldn't be heartbroken, but he insisted on gambling, which was very annoying.

Jin Lin shook his head helplessly. He saw that Jiang Ping'an was determined to buy it, just like he was before he lost money. He would regret it when he lost.

"Does a waste of women's spirit stones even deserve to compare with me?" A proud and mocking voice sounded.

Zhou Feng had walked over at some point, still holding his sword, with two beautiful dancers by his side.

Ten days ago, he was mocked by Meng Jing on the flying boat, saying he wasn't even as good as Jiang Ping'an's snot. He had been remembering this.

Now, Zhou Feng seemed to be mocking Jiang Ping'an, but he was actually trying to say that Meng Jing was blind for choosing a man who had to borrow spirit stones from a woman.

"Do you have a say? I'm willing to give Woodhead spirit stones. I'm happy, and even if you kneel and beg me, I won't give you a single spirit stone, hehe."

Meng Jing mocked with a smile, still angry and finding a target to vent her frustration.

Her sarcastic tone made Zhou Feng's chest tighten, and he wished he could draw his sword and cut her.

The manager's divine sense scanned the storage bag, quickly counting the spirit stones inside, and hurriedly moved the half-person-tall black stone to the counter.

Jiang Ping'an raised his hand to take the stone.

The manager quickly said, "Sir, there are rules for gambling stones. It must be cut on the spot."

"Are there such rules?"

"Yes, it's an ancient rule. If it's not cut here, I can refund the money to you."

The manager, who had been greedy for money, suddenly became serious.

The reason for this rule was that the guild understood human psychology. Once someone cut out something valuable, others would be tempted, greatly increasing the profits.

Therefore, they set a rule that they would rather not sell than let the stone be cut elsewhere.

Jiang Ping'an was a bit helpless and turned to Meng Jing. "You help me cut it."

"No, no, my luck is bad. You do it yourself."

Meng Jing quickly handed over the blue-flowered knife and stepped back from the black stone.

She had spent a hundred thousand spirit stones and got nothing.

She was afraid her bad luck would infect Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an didn't insist, took the blue-flowered knife, and casually cut into the middle.

The stone wasn't hard and easily split into two halves. The inside was as black as the outside, with no energy fluctuations.

Many people who had lost in gambling stones felt vindicated and found comfort in Jiang Ping'an.

"Sure enough, he lost. This young man will definitely cry."

"Really stupid, spending six hundred and seventy thousand spirit stones on this garbage."

"If it were that easy to make money, everyone would gamble on stones."

Meng Jing's face turned pale. It was over; six hundred and fifty thousand was gone.

Jin Lin started to feel sorry for Jiang Ping'an's loss.

Zhou Feng looked disdainful. "Do you really think anyone can cut out treasures? Do you think I found weapon fragments by luck? No, it was my intuition as a sword cultivator that allowed me to cut out that weapon fragment."

Zhou Feng hugged his sword and turned to leave. "Strength brings opportunities. You people are just pure gamblers. If you want to cut out treasures, in your next life..."

"Clang~"

Just as Zhou Feng was about to leave, Jiang Ping'an's second cut landed, and a clear clinking sound was heard. A fierce wave of heat suddenly erupted.

The terrifying heat wave swept through the entire rest area.

Yun Huang, who was cultivating in her room, suddenly opened her eyes.

"Such intense fire energy!"

She quickly opened the barrier and walked out of her room to find the source of the energy.

At the gambling stone counter, black flames emerged from the black stone, strange, peculiar, and scorching.

The extreme heat attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the hall.