Zuo Hong and Qiu Yuan had not chosen many rough stones—only nine in all.
But even the cheapest of those nine was worth ten million!
The most expensive cost a staggering two hundred million!
Just nine rough stones had cost a total of five hundred million Low-Grade Spirit Stones!
Sure enough...
"The first rough stone contains Amethyst Crystal Stone!"
The first rough stone was soon cut open. Qiu Yuan had spent sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones on it.
The Amethyst Crystal Stone was worth five million!
A crushing loss!
"It's a bust! A complete bust!"
"My heavens, a rough stone bought for sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones yielded Amethyst Crystal Stone!"
"Amethyst Crystal Stone isn't bad, but it's worth nowhere near sixty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones."
"This Amethyst Crystal Stone is worth five million at most. That's a loss of fifty-five million!"
What did a bust look like?
This was a bust!
And a crushing one at that!
"Pfft!"
Qiu Yuan stared fixedly at the raised platform. The moment the first rough stone was cut open, his chest heaved violently. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his presence instantly wilted.
Qiu Yuan staggered and nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Master Qiu!"
Qin Hao and Zuo Yichuan had already reached the foot of the platform. Quick as a flash, Zuo Yichuan caught Qiu Yuan and held him up.
Many people looked worriedly at Qiu Yuan's wan face, afraid the blow would be too much for him and he would breathe his last right there.
Fortunately, perhaps because six rough stones remained unopened, or perhaps because Qiu Yuan was far tougher than anyone imagined, he gritted his teeth despite his haggard state. "Cut them. Keep cutting!"
"I refuse to believe every rough stone I chose will be a crushing loss!"