Ye Zhen held fifteen pigeon-egg-sized High-grade Spirit Nurturing Pills in his palm, each one gleaming brilliantly.
The instant he saw those fifteen High-grade Spirit Nurturing Pills, the young man's eyes widened, and his handsome face flushed crimson. He stared at Ye Zhen, unable to utter another word.
A single Low-grade Spirit Nurturing Pill was worth one High-grade Spirit Stone, while one High-grade Spirit Nurturing Pill was worth at least ten thousand High-grade Spirit Stones. Fifteen of them meant one hundred and fifty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones.
That was equivalent to fifteen million Mid-grade Spirit Stones—and those fifteen million Mid-grade Spirit Stones were merely what someone else used for cultivation.
He had been flaunting his wealth before Ye Zhen for so long, never imagining that this young man with such ordinary cultivation was the real tycoon.
Ye Zhen smiled faintly at the incomparably embarrassed young man, put away the High-grade Spirit Nurturing Pills in his palm, then leisurely turned and walked into the small courtyard, leaving the young man standing there in utter awkwardness.
It was only after standing dumbfounded for quite a while that the young man awkwardly gathered up the Mid-grade Spirit Stones he had thrown down earlier and left in disgrace with the three beauties behind him.
The waiter who had been slapped earlier pointed at the young man's retreating figure and burst into laughter.
This was merely a small episode after Ye Zhen arrived at Five Immortal Island. After resting for half a day, he began making arrangements concerning an invitation to Five Immortal Island's Annual Auction Conference.
One of Ye Zhen's main purposes in coming to Five Immortal Island this time was what Hua Changjun had told him: at Five Immortal Island's Annual Auction Conference, there might be information regarding the whereabouts of some heaven-and-earth spirit