The Immortal City's Profound Iron market had gone mad.
The dignified Profound Armor Division had been exposed for fraud. It had actually joined forces with East Qian to stage a short-selling scheme, using false news to suppress the price of Profound Iron ingots—and they had even snapped up one hundred thousand sets of Profound Iron ingots.
Countless aristocratic families and trading companies that had "sold low" their Profound Iron ingots cursed the Profound Armor Division to the skies. In particular, Zhao Xiqing, director of the Profound Armor Division, and the Southern Pacification King, minister of the Immortal Armaments Department, were secretly cursed behind their backs by innumerable people.
If curses could kill, Zhao Xiqing and the Southern Pacification King would have died countless times over already.
Amid this frenzy, the price of Profound Iron ingots, already sitting at lofty heights, surged once again. It swiftly broke through eleven hundred, twelve hundred, and charged straight toward thirteen hundred.
Meanwhile.
Within the Immortal City headquarters of the Wei Clan Trading Company, the core members of the Wei Clan were holding a meeting.
One Grand Elder flipped through the account books, his face puzzled. "Everyone, something seems off. Logically speaking, at this price, many small and medium-sized aristocratic families that still have stock should be reluctant to sell and unwilling to part with it easily. So why does another batch of Profound Iron ingots keep appearing on the market every so often?"
"Perhaps... we underestimated the Profound Iron ingot reserves held by those small and medium-sized aristocratic families after all these years of steadily rising prices?" another elder analyzed. "Since yesterday, no new Profound Iron ingots have appeared on the market. They should have been squeezed dry by now."
"Rest assured, everyone. The Immortal Armaments Department and the Profound Armor Division can no