One-Character Soul-Severing Blade and the Million-Dollar Exit!

"Soul Power Loan, activate!"

"Tenfold Soul Power multiplier, activate!"

After taking this crucial step, Tang San felt he had nothing left to fear in the Stock Realm.

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"Hurry and buy into these two Soul Masters, 'Pingtan' and 'Dongbai.'"

For once, AAA Leek Wholesale Grandmaster had taken the initiative to recommend Soul Masters worth buying into.

"Buy now, and you're guaranteed explosive profits!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San maxed out his Soul Power Loan limit and activated the tenfold Soul Power multiplier.

"There's nothing left to fear."

With a calm expression, Tang San placed a massive bet that would leave the vast majority of Soul Masters unable to get back on their feet for all eternity.

He wagered everything.

Day one: limit up!

Tang San felt his blood surge. He practically floated as he walked, growing ever more convinced of Senior Leek's words.

Day two: limit up!

Compared with his original Soul Power, Tang San had already earned +210%.

If he stopped now, he would have won big.

"But... the most wonderful moment is still to come!" Tang San licked the corner of his mouth.

Endless greed showed in his eyes!

Day three: limit up!

"Only three minutes left until trading closes in the Stock Realm-the three minutes of the call auction. Nothing unexpected is going to happen now."

At that thought, Tang San propped up his feet and hummed a tune.

Third Young Master was riding high!

Xiao Wu is still waiting for me, so let me bask in my glory a little longer.

Tang San logged into the Stock Realm forum and left an exceedingly arrogant post.

"Pingtan in my left hand, Dongbai in my right. How can I lose? Come crush me! Come harvest me!"

Deep within the Stock Realm.

Sun Shan saw the comment and smiled knowingly.

"Roger that!"

"Tang San, you're doing great. Keep it up!" Sun Shan chuckled.

He turned and notified every department:

"Start hauling in the net. Operation: shut the doors and beat the dog!"

Wednesday, 14:57.

It was the final three minutes, the call auction period.

Sun Shan abruptly stood up straight and loosened his limbs.

He formed a blade with his right hand, facing the Soul Power fluctuation charts of the two stocks locked at limit up on the screen.

And delivered a slash!

There was no dazzling blade light, no terrifying might, yet it stirred up a bloody storm in the Stock Realm!

Sun Shan murmured:

"Self-Created Soul Skill, One-Character Soul-Severing Blade!"

This slash severed your pride and arrogance!

This slash severed your foolish fantasies!

A lesson in blood for the arrogant-that was the Stock Realm.

How long did it take to fall from heaven into hell?

Sun Shan would tell every Soul Master the answer:

"180 seconds!"

In an exceedingly short time, at a speed beyond imagination, the two stocks plunged straight down in free fall and locked at limit down.

"You've got to be kidding!"

Heaven and earth had overturned in the blink of an eye. Tang San felt as though the world had collapsed.

Trading ended, with both stocks locked at limit down.

Tang San repeatedly exited the Stock Realm and entered it again, over and over.

Disbelief covered Tang San's face.

Day four: limit down!

Question: after two rises and two falls, did you lose money, make money, or break even?

The answer was a loss-a loss of 1.99%.

And that did not yet include the tenfold Soul Power multiplier or the interest and fees on the Soul Power Loan.

With all of that included, the loss was at least 19.9%!

"Senior, the limit-down lock still hasn't opened! I can't sell even if I want to! I'm finished!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. His losses had clearly driven him frantic.

AAA Leek Wholesale Grandmaster:

"Don't panic. It's a technical correction. A brief crouch is preparation for jumping higher next time."

A little later, he sent an image to console Tang San.

A miner digging for diamonds:

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Tang San gritted his teeth and rallied himself, giving himself encouragement.

"How hard can it be for one person to persevere?"

Tang San did not know. He only saw everyone retreating at the limit-down board.

"Hold on! The darkness before dawn is the coldest. The bigger the waves, the pricier the fish!"

The Stock Realm sent a message:

"Dear Soul Master, your Soul Power margin is insufficient."

"Please replenish the missing Soul Power before nine tomorrow morning to avoid a forced sale and unnecessary losses."

Tang San fell into despair.

He felt as though he had collapsed just one step from the finish line.

Was he really going to fall on the very eve of victory?

"I can't accept this! But I really have nothing left. Hmm? Wait..."

Tang San's eyes darted around as a good idea came to him.

He had no Soul Power credit left, but other people did.

For example, his beloved teacher-Yu Xiaogang!

The unfilial, wicked disciple Tang San immediately decided to trick Gangzi into signing a Soul Power contract and putting Luo Sanpao up as collateral.

That way, he could top up his Soul Power margin.

Tang San prepared a contract and approached Yu Xiaogang with a sincere expression.

"Teacher, there's a contract for a large subsidy for young Soul Masters. It needs an elder's signature."

Tang San lowered his head, looking very embarrassed.

"But my parents aren't here with me, so could I trouble you to sign it for me?"

Yu Xiaogang readily agreed. He patted Tang San's shoulder, his face full of affection.

"Little San, I've actually long thought of you as my own child."

With that, Yu Xiaogang took the contract and was about to sign his name without even looking at it.

Just then, Tang San, who had wrestled with himself for a long time, seemed to find his conscience and cried out:

"Teacher, wait!"

Yu Xiaogang froze.

"What is it, Little San? Is there another problem?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you to write clearly when you sign, so we don't have to go through the trouble again."

Tang San really had found his conscience at first and wanted to stop this deception.

But then Tang San suddenly reconsidered. Gangzi had screwed him over when he obtained his First Soul Ring.

Tang San immediately felt that Yu Xiaogang, too, seemed to have courted death!

As it turned out, on the night before taking Tang San to obtain his First Soul Ring.

Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power had dropped four levels in succession, and he had suffered severe internal injuries.

So Yu Xiaogang had not dared seek out powerful Soul Beasts to provide Tang San with a Soul Ring.

After a barrage of his smooth talk.

Tang San had successfully chosen a stalk of Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo.

"First Soul Skill, Tenacity!"

It gave Tang San greater staying power and let him take more of a beating.

Whenever Tang San thought of this, he felt disgraced.

Whose Soul Skill was this pathetic? It got him mocked by other Soul Masters every time he used it.

Even though Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang had said:

"Little San, you're still young. You don't understand how important tenacity is, especially for older male Soul Masters."

"When you grow up and enjoy its blessings, you'll understand the painstaking care your teacher put into this today."

Thinking of Yu Xiaogang's many crimes, Tang San suddenly felt much less guilty.

After all, at worst, I can just pay Teacher back once I win, Tang San thought.

Day five: limit down!

Even the Soul Power credit obtained in exchange for Luo Sanpao was lost!

Tang San went completely mad.

He frantically went looking for Senior Leek, only to find two unread messages in his private messages.

They had been left by Senior AAA Leek Wholesale.

"This is the final lesson I have for you."

"Congratulations, child. You're now a mature resident of the Stock Realm."

"What does that mean?"

Tang San froze, somewhat puzzled, but his heart suddenly hung in suspense.

He seemed to be gradually realizing something.

Tang San felt his hands trembling uncontrollably.

After taking a deep breath and rallying himself.

Tang San worked up his courage and sent another message: "?"

A red exclamation mark answered him.

Tang San opened AAA Leek Wholesale Grandmaster's profile.

"This account has been deactivated!"

A small line of text had appeared on the original butcher's knife avatar.

"I'm full, meow. Cashed out a million and left, meow. Thanks, meow!"

Tang San: "..."

Silence. A long silence.

Tang San wiped the sweat from his palms over and over.

But no matter how much he wiped, it would not stop. Even using Mysterious Jade Hand was useless.

His chest felt tight, and he could not catch his breath. Intermittent buzzing filled his ears.

"This place is hell!"

Tang San discovered that the world had collapsed into a strange form he could not comprehend.

He kept staring at the Stock Realm's giant screen.

Trying to understand what those lines on the Soul Power fluctuation chart really meant.

"Ha! So they're the noose that'll hang me!"

"I remember now. I remember everything. I'm not a genius trader. I'm not the wolf of the Stock Realm."

"I'm Little Tang from Soul Saint Village! Fucking refund me! Give me back my Soul Power!"

Looking back on those past days, Tang San was overwhelmed with regret.

"What... what have I done?!"

"Now that it's come to this, it's my family I've let down the most."

Tang San now wished he could whip up a little secret-recipe Tang Sect drink and down a whole pot himself.

"It's too late." Tang San collapsed to the ground, two trails of hot tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

By the time he came to his senses, it had already become an all-out gamble!

Beep, beep, beep!

The Stock Realm sent a message.

A broken Tang San crawled to his feet to look.

"I can put up Soul Power to help you postpone the Stock Realm's forced repossession of your Martial Soul and Soul Power by a few days. If you need it, contact me yourself!"

Signed-Sun the Great Philanthropist.

Tang San loathed that name, wishing he could slice its owner into a thousand pieces.

Yet his hand, utterly spineless, opened the chat window.

Like a drowning man, he wanted to seize anything within reach, desperately struggling to get ashore.

Tang San simply could not bear confessing to those around him.

The price he would have to pay after revealing his debts.

His parents' and teachers' disappointment, his lover's contempt, his companions' mockery and abandonment...

Everything he had would be ruined!

Tang San pressed:

"Then... what's the price?"

"You know."

Tang San ground his teeth, a few trickles of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and spat out the name he cherished so dearly:

"Xiao Wu!"