Chapter 439: Chapter 445: Give You a Round Figure! (Fifth Update)
The Saint selected by the Ke Clan sure was well-off! He didn’t even bother to ask for the price, but straight away offered five times the bid of anyone else. What if someone just randomly threw a price out there?
Of course, those circumstances weren’t likely to occur. Who would dare to quote a price carelessly in front of Ke clansmen? That’d be like signing your own death warrant.
“Kid, I’m willing to trade half of my treasures for your iron armor!”
Sao Saint suddenly let out a strange squawk, presenting five storage rings before Yang Zhen.
Everyone’s attention immediately shifted onto the crafty cat. No one would have expected that while others didn’t dare to bid, the crafty cat did not care.
The Saint gave a cold snort, saying, “You can’t even wear the iron armor, what do you want it for?”
The crafty cat rolled his eyes and sarcastically responded, “What I use it for is none of your business. Can’t I just keep it at home and play with it?”
“You!” The Saint’s face turned crimson in fury. He pointed a finger at the crafty cat, “Little cat, how many treasures do you actually have? I would like to see how you compete with me!”
Yang Zhen wore a serious face as he looked at the crafty cat, but in his heart, he was overjoyed. “Damn, this bastard cat had finally done something smart, by helping to raise the price,” he thought.
The treasures of this bastard cat could likely make the Saint cry!
Seeing the Saint’s disdainful expression, Yang Zhen tried his best to hold back from patting the Saint’s shoulder and telling him to get a grip.
With so many people around, if the Saint should renege after such his pompous speech, he would lose face completely.
Everyone was looking in disbelief at the five storage rings laid out in front of Yang Zhen by the crafty cat, speculating animatedly. Just like the Saint, most believed a cat couldn’t have much to offer and felt the crafty cat was overestimating itself.
However, they could tell that the crafty cat was serious about its intention to buy Yang Zhen’s iron armor, but…they still felt that it was a bit pitiful, because it was competing with the famously wealthy ancient tribe Ke!
Ancient tribe Ke was not comparable with ancient tribe Sha who were almost obliterated by the Sky Crying Great Saint. What made it worse, was that almost every Ke Clan’s individual was an Artifact Refining Master. The level of their wealth was unimaginable!
Yang Zhen put on a very serious face, pretending to be lost in deep thought before he spoke in a heavy voice, “Since we’re all competing fairly, let’s see the value of the items inside these storage rings offered by the crafty cat. This Sao Saint would like a neutral party to verify the value, which elder here would do us the honor?”
Upon hearing these words, everyone inhaled sharply, casting strange glances at Yang Zhen.
Nobody would have thought that Yang Zhen would make such a fair decision. Wasn’t the crafty cat his pet? Who treats their pet without a shred of regard?
At this moment, an aged man who seemed near his death slowly stepped forward drawing everyone’s attention. Their faces turned grim as they automatically made way for him.
Underestimating this man who looked like he had one foot in the grave would be terribly wrong. He was one of the only three people in the Mahayana Phase at the Aircraft Competition, his strength was profound and hard to grasp!
“So, it’s the elder Qian from the Ancient Spirit Race. I didn’t expect that this matter would actually draw your attention,” the Saint’s face changed as he hurriedly bowed, and showed a glimpse of caution in his eyes. Then he shot a complex glance at the Thousand-Spirit Saintess standing next to Elder Qian.
Yang Zhen made a surprised sound, looking up and down at Elder Qian. He happily turned around to the crowd and said, “Folks, will you accept if this old villager comes to verify the items?”
Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, everyone present changed expressions instantly. Even the Saint displayed a surprised look at Yang Zhen, his mouth agape without uttering a word.
Elder Qian wore a puzzled look, which soon switched to a hearty laugh. He said with interest, “I believe, as a verifier, everyone present here should be able to accept me, right?”
Yang Zhen paused briefly, then chuckled, “You sure are confident, buddy. Since nobody else is speaking up, why don’t you show everyone just how many nice things this rascal cat has stashed away? We’ll be much obliged.”
Throughout the whole ordeal, Yang Zhen never once glanced at the Thousand-Spirit Saintess, as though this breathtaking woman drowning in a sea of lustful eyes did not exist in his presence.
Meanwhile, the Thousand-Spirit Saintess stared at Yang Zhen with curiosity, even as he casually addressed an unfamiliar Mahayana Phase powerhouse as “buddy.” The expression on her face remained as tranquil as a still lake.
The Saint’s eyes narrowed, seemingly convinced Elder Qian was not there to contest the Steel Battle Suit. He heaved a sigh of relief and shifted his attention to the five storage rings in the rascal cat’s possession.
After placing down the storage rings, the rascal cat lazily snuggled up to himself, eyes filled with curiosity as he observed the crowd. His expression couldn’t have been any more guileless.
This runt was capable of devastating mischief when he put his mind to it.
Seeing the worried look on the rascal cat’s face, Elder Qian chuckled and glanced at the five storage rings. His face changed abruptly.
The rascal cat’s storage rings bore no soul imprints. Having reached the Mahayana Phase, Elder Qian could easily discern their contents with a sweep of his divine consciousness. There was no need for him to pick up and examine them, he could see everything with just a glance.
Seeing the change in Elder Qian’s expression, the seemingly oblivious Saint’s face also changed. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
After a moment, Elder Qian burst into laughter, “The Heaven and Earth Treasures in these five storage rings amount to two hundred million spirit stones!”
“What?” The Saint’s face changed dramatically. He looked as if he’d eaten something distasteful. Eyes locked onto the rascal cat, he bared his teeth, “That’s impossible!”
Elder Qian chuckled, “Boy, are you questioning me?”
The Saint’s face changed again, and he quickly replied, “Junior wouldn’t dare, it’s just…”
Even if the Saint was overbearing towards others, he wouldn’t dare disrespect Elder Qian, who was a Mahayana Phase expert. Besides, the powerful and rich Ke Clan was nothing compared to the ancient Spirit Race, which had a much deeper foundation. Not to mention Elder Qian being a Mahayana Phase expert, even in front of the Ancient Spirit Race’s younger generation, the Saint wouldn’t be too presumptuous.
But how was this possible? It was just a cat. Even if it lived for a hundred years, how much Heaven and Earth Treasure could it gather? The Saint found it utterly unbelievable that the five storage rings could contain over two hundred million spirit stones.
It wasn’t just the Saint, everyone present was taken aback by Elder Qian’s revelation. Even the Thousand-Spirit Saintess gave the rascal cat a strange look.
Even Yang Zhen looked at the rascal cat with surprise. He hadn’t expected this bastard to have hidden so much treasure. Two hundred million spirit stones! Even if he gathered all his belongings, it wouldn’t be much more than the rascal cat’s.
Worthy indeed of a creature who had lived for thousands of years. A real bigshot!
Yang Zhen suddenly felt he might have been too kind to the rascal cat.
Seeing Yang Zhen’s glance, the rascal cat’s face changed as though he regretted his decision and anxiously tried to reclaim the five storage rings.
Yang Zhen looked disdainfully at the shameless creature, then turning towards the Saint with a full-faced grin, rubbing his hands together, he said, “Well, Saint…the price is estimated to be around one billion spirit stones. Since we’re all familiar faces here, I, Sao Saint, will round down the number for you. Just give one billion, and the Steel Battle Suit is all yours!”
Everyone’s lips twitched uncontrollably as they watched Yang Zhen act shamelessly. A sudden urge arose in them to wring this audacious scoundrel’s neck.
“Familiar faces” my foot! We were just fighting a moment ago. And what’s with the rounding down? One billion rounded down is still one billion, isn’t it?