Hard to Bring Up

In the blink of an eye, the stalls were surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through. Everyone was packed shoulder to shoulder. The stalls of the others nearby suffered miserably, trampled beyond recognition beneath countless feet. Yet they were weak and insignificant to begin with—how would they dare say anything? Unable to keep selling, they could only temporarily pack up their stalls and join the spectacle.

The moment someone saw the ten pots of orchids, their eyes lit up. Clearly, they recognized them. But there were not many who did, so everyone turned their gaze to the wooden sign, which read: Seven Star Blood Orchid, sold in large quantities. Two hundred million high-grade Spirit Stones per plant. Fair to young and old alike. No bargaining.

"Seven Star Blood Orchids! Sold in large quantities? There are so many! I think someone at Treasure Pavilion is buying them for twenty million each."

The crowd immediately burst into discussion.

Then they looked at the sign stuck beside the stones. It read: Rare ores, priceless. Highest bidder wins.

Some had seen these stones at Ye Cheng's stall before. At that time, the highest asking price had only been nine high-grade Spirit Stones. How had they become priceless in the blink of an eye?

Those who recognized the ores could only sigh inwardly at how black-hearted this was, yet they found it difficult to expose Yue Qianchou to his face. Still, quite a few people found themselves itching with curiosity as they looked at the stones. If they were being sold alongside Seven Star Blood Orchids, and were even labeled priceless, they had to be good things.

"Stop squeezing forward. If you step on anything at my stall, don't blame me for getting nasty." Yue Qianchou sat there with one leg crossed