Dugu Bo's Wails

[Ning Rongrong: Yan, I only have a little over a million Gold Soul Coins on me. Could I owe you for now, or wait half a day for me to return to the sect and retrieve more?]

[Bibi Dong: This Pope will take this immortal herb. Dugu Yan, we can complete the transaction in full right now.]

[Xue Qinghe: Dugu Yan, I can also trade with you immediately.]

[Sea God Island High Priest: Shall I join in as well?]

The moment Dugu Yan's words fell, the many members of the Chat Group scrambled to purchase it, and even Bo Saixi couldn't help but get involved.

Knowing the heaven-defying effects of the immortal herb, no one was willing to miss the chance to exchange Gold Soul Coins for it.

Even if it were only an ordinary-quality immortal herb, and even if it didn't perfectly align with one's own Martial Soul, it was still a rare treasure of the world!

Watching these wealthy women treat millions of Gold Soul Coins like pocket change, Shui Bing'er, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu silently shrank to the side to act as spectators.

They had better honestly accumulate their points; this kind of "pay-to-win" scene had absolutely nothing to do with them.

Dugu Yan hadn't expected that a single ordinary immortal herb would incite a bidding war among four group members, and she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But upon second thought, she felt relieved. Even the most ordinary immortal herb had a high probability of creating a Titled Douluo-level powerhouse; no faction would be able to resist that temptation.

After pondering for a moment, she ultimately decided to trade with the group member using the nickname Xue Qinghe.

[Dugu Yan: I've traded this immortal herb with Qinghe. However, Rongrong, Pope, High Priest, I have prepared one for each of you as well.]

[Dugu Yan: Of course, the other group members are no exception. If you want one, you can all pay on credit using points.]

At this moment, Dugu Yan seemed like a different person in the group, appearing incredibly wealthy and generous, even arranging for credit.

Naturally, she did this to take the opportunity to build rapport with the group members.

Everyone had obtained the fortune of this Chat Group, so their future achievements would surely be extraordinary; building good relationships in advance was never a mistake.

[Ning Rongrong: Okay, thank you Yan! I want the Aromatic Silk Beauty. I'm heading back to the sect right now to get the money from my father.]

The Aromatic Silk Beauty was a top-tier immortal herb, priced at 1,000,000 points in the Group Mall, which converted to a "small target" of Gold Soul Coins.

But to allow the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda to evolve from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, let alone a small target, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would snap it up without a moment's hesitation.

Moreover, this immortal herb could not only evolve a Martial Soul but also strengthen one's foundation and solidify one's roots; becoming a Peerless Douluo in the future was no longer just a fantasy.

As for buying it with points or taking it on credit?

Forget it. In her eyes, points were far more useful than Gold Soul Coins. Who would want to spend points when they could use Gold Soul Coins?

Most importantly, as the little princess of the world's number one support sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, would it be appropriate for her to take things on credit!

[Bibi Dong: Very well. I will first see which type of immortal herb I need, and I will tell you directly when the time comes.]

[Sea God Island High Priest: I shall also go and carefully select one.]

[The Ladies: Thank you, Yan.]

[Group Message: Dugu Yan and Xue Qinghe have completed a transaction.]

Dugu Yan's approach could be described as pleasing to everyone. Having become wealthy overnight, she hadn't forgotten the other group members.

When the trade ended, looking at the eight million Gold Soul Coins that had suddenly appeared in her hands, the corners of Dugu Yan's mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

After bidding the group members farewell and leaving, she turned her attention back to her grandfather beside her.

"Grandfather, are you ready for a surprise? You'll need to keep your heart steady."

When Dugu Bo heard his precious granddaughter tell him to wait, he had stood by without saying a word, merely watching curiously as she carefully dug up a weed and then it vanished—he assumed she had stored it in a Soul Tool.

Hearing these words from his granddaughter now, he couldn't help but find it amusing. What kind of surprise could possibly shock a Titled Douluo like him?

But the next second, his dismissive expression suddenly froze. His mouth hung open wide enough to fit a fist, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Dugu Yan flipped her wrist and poured out all the Gold Soul Coins she had obtained from the trade with Xue Qinghe in the Chat Group.

"Clatter—!"

The golden, glittering coins poured out like a golden torrent, crashing heavily onto the ground and emitting a crisp, blinding sound.

In just a moment, they piled up into a golden mountain nearly as tall as him, the flashing golden light making him tremble with shock and dizzy with awe.

Roughly estimating the small mountain of coins before him, there were at least five million!

Seeing her grandfather completely dumbfounded, the corners of Dugu Yan's mouth were impossible to suppress, and she felt incredibly smug.

"Th-this, this, this..."

Dugu Bo swallowed hard, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

It wasn't until a good while later that Dugu Bo recovered from the sight of the golden mountain and hurriedly asked, "Yan, where did you get so many Gold Soul Coins?"

Although he was a Titled Douluo and didn't lack money, he had never held more than a million in his hands at once.

Now, watching his precious granddaughter wave her hand and produce millions of Gold Soul Coins, how could he not be stunned?

"I sold that immortal herb from just now," Dugu Yan said as if it were a matter of course.

"What?" Dugu Bo's eyes widened again upon hearing this.

"Don't joke with your grandfather, okay? Grandfather admits his heart can't really take it."

"Grandfather, Yan isn't joking with you." Dugu Yan hummed, then explained: "Your granddaughter has obtained a massive fortune. I can't explain the specifics to you clearly, but you just need to know that these flowers and grasses you think are weeds can each be sold for a sky-high price—and people are fighting over them."

"Just that weed you dismissed earlier sold for eight million Gold Soul Coins."

"Gulp." Dugu Bo swallowed hard. He knew his granddaughter well and was certain she wouldn't be joking with him at a time like this.

After a long while, Dugu Bo finally managed to digest this information. He turned his head to look at the hundreds of weeds surrounding them and asked with a trembling voice, "Are these... also?"

"Yes, all of them." Dugu Yan nodded firmly, then walked over to the Aromatic Silk Beauty and dropped a bombshell: "This immortal herb is called the Aromatic Silk Beauty. It has already been reserved by the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for a price of one hundred million."

"Thud."

Dugu Bo's legs went weak, and he collapsed straight onto his knees in front of his granddaughter.

What had he just heard? One hundred million? That was one hundred million Gold Soul Coins! And it had already been reserved by someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

"Grandfather, what are you doing?"

Dugu Yan was startled by her grandfather's actions. Even if he was excited, he shouldn't be performing such a grand gesture; it would make her, as his granddaughter, look unfilial!

However, seeing her grandfather so utterly flustered still gave her a sense of immense satisfaction.

Dugu Bo knelt on the ground, his eyes locked onto the Aromatic Silk Beauty. The figure of one hundred million echoed repeatedly in his mind, leaving him in a state of out-of-body shock.

If all of this were true, wouldn't he, Dugu Bo, be the wealthiest Soul Master on the entire continent?

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he raised his hand and slapped the back of his head hard, letting out a miserable wail.

"Oh, my dear mother! What kind of sin have I committed over these past few decades, treating these rare treasures like weeds and squandering them for so long!"

The mere thought of how he had once failed to recognize their value, pulling them out and throwing them away because they were in the way, made his heart ache so much he could barely breathe.