Chapter 194: A Word Sets Off a Storm

In the twelfth era, although Li Fan had once accumulated over a million contribution points, it was the result of several years of hard work and dedicated cultivation in the Mingyue Palace.

Not to mention it was hard-earned money, but it was indeed hard-earned.

It was not like now, where he had almost given nothing. He just took advantage of the speculation and, in the blink of an eye, collected six hundred and fifty-five thousand contribution points.

This windfall came too easily, giving Li Fan an extremely illusory feeling.

Li Fan slightly composed himself and, looking at He Zhenghao and Jiao Xiuyuan, who were still engulfed in fanatic greed, both the main body and the avatar couldn't help but speak up simultaneously.

"Stop it, Senior He!"

"Stop it, Senior Jiao!"

"You've earned enough now; it's still not too late to stop!"

Although the two were in different positions, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.

"Stop now? How is that possible?! The surge in Spirit Mist Grass has just begun! Those cultivation grounds being destroyed indicates that true big shots have entered the game now! Three hundred points of contribution are not the endpoint but the starting point! Fellow cultivator, don't mislead yourself!" He Zhenghao analyzed delicately, disdainful of Li Fan's advice.

"Not enough, not enough, still not enough! The business opportunity is not over; let's wait a bit longer!" Although Jiao Xiuyuan had become somewhat rational, he still harbored greed and wanted to earn a bit more.

Seeing the appearance of the two, Li Fan knew that it was impossible for them to heed anyone's advice at this point.

"Reasoning with the stubborn is a pain."

"I wonder how many crazy cultivators will go bankrupt and have their Dao hearts shattered after this."

Li Fan sighed in his heart.

The burst of the Spirit Mist Grass price bubble happened even faster than Li Fan had imagined.

It was beyond the expectations of most fanatic cultivators.

As the price of Spirit Mist Grass skyrocketed, breaking through the three hundred and fifty-point mark and about to break through four hundred points.

All the cultivators who were eagerly buying Spirit Mist Grass in front of the Tianxuan Mirror suddenly heard the somewhat mechanical and cold voice of the Tianxuan Mirror.

"Due to the recent significant abnormal fluctuations in the price of Spirit Mist Grass, to ensure the stable and harmonious development of the Wanxian Alliance, the following announcement is made."

"The Wanxian Alliance discovered a closed Immortal Realm three months ago. This Immortal Realm is extremely large, with highly concentrated wood attribute spiritual energy and abundant varieties of spiritual plants and herbs."

"Based on rough estimates, the annual output of Spirit Mist Grass alone in this Immortal Realm is around ten million plants."

"Fully capable of satisfying the production and consumption needs of the entire alliance."

...

After hearing the words behind the Tianxuan Mirror, the cultivators no longer paid attention.

When they heard that the annual output of Spirit Mist Grass was as high as ten million plants, the expressions on their faces froze.

Endless fear descended upon them, occupying their minds.

Although there had been rumors before, talking about how the wood attribute Immortal Realm had an extraordinarily high yield, under the crazy surge in the price of Spirit Mist Grass, no one was willing to believe this news.

They would rather believe that this was a scheme by someone with ulterior motives, intentionally disrupting the market.

They were unwilling to believe the authenticity of the news.

However, now it was different.

Because the one announcing this news was the Tianxuan Mirror.

As the fundamental platform for all resource exchanges within the Wanxian Alliance, no one would doubt the words of the Tianxuan Mirror.

So, after the announcement of the Tianxuan Mirror, all the cultivators were thunderstruck.

In their minds, there was only one thought.

Run.

Run as fast as possible, lose as little as possible.

But...

All cultivators knew that the price of Spirit Mist Grass had completely collapsed.

No one wanted to buy anymore.

The final straw that broke the camel's back was when the Tianxuan Mirror directly provided a precise unified repurchase price.

Four contribution points per plant.

Cultivators who wanted to exercise their privileges and sell Spirit Mist Grass to the Tianxuan Mirror according to the real-time price were disillusioned.

But Li Fan found that the Tianxuan Mirror refused to repurchase.

So, Li Fan witnessed an unforgettable scene.

The price of Spirit Mist Grass, like a waterfall, plummeted.

Numbers rapidly changed, going from three digits to two digits.

From two digits, it became a single digit.

In just a dozen breaths, the price of Spirit Mist Grass, which was close to four hundred points, dropped to four points.

It instantly plummeted by ninety-nine percent.

In the Qianli Hall, Jiao Xiuyuan's face was blank, a ferocious expression frozen on it.

"I, Jiao Xiuyuan, have never made a losing deal..."

After uttering a few words with difficulty, cracks appeared on his body, and the breath of life rapidly disappeared.

In an instant, Jiao Xiuyuan, once a living person, turned into a withered and dilapidated piece of wood.

With a thud, he fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

"Friend Jiao!" Li Fan couldn't help but exclaim and rushed forward to check.

"I... am... fine."

From under the counter of Qianli Hall, came Jiao Xiuyuan's gnashing teeth voice.

Another intact Jiao Xiuyuan crawled out from under a pile of debris, revealing a smile uglier than crying on his dark face.

"Clearly, the business opportunity is not over, but it was cut short by a single word from the Tianxuan Mirror..."

"Now, I've suffered heavy losses."

Li Fan also pretended to look lost and disheartened. "I advised you to stop a long time ago, but you didn't listen."

"My thirty percent profit has turned into nothing."

"If I had cashed out at three hundred points, or even at two hundred points, it would have been an unimaginable profit..."

"Bang!"

Countless cracks appeared on the face of this newly appeared Jiao Xiuyuan.

Instantly, it exploded into countless fragments.

"You... stop talking."

"Let me take a break..."

Another Jiao Xiuyuan slowly crawled out from the debris, as if his heart was bleeding, expressing pain.

Seeing this, Li Fan seemed to have come back to his senses, and his gaze moved back and forth between the wooden debris and Jiao Xiuyuan with a look of horror. "Friend Jiao, are you human?"

Changing the subject seemed to suit Jiao Xiuyuan's intentions.

He coughed, waved his hand, and weakly said, "Friend, don't panic. Of course, I am human. It's just that I cultivate the Thousand Puppets Dao."

"The Thousand Puppets Dao?" Li Fan squinted.

"Don't tell me, don't tell me that all the cultivators in the Wanxian Alliance Qianli Hall are your puppets?" Li Fan knowingly asked.

"Hehe, that's right. It's hard to do business, so of course, you have to take care of everything yourself. Employing one more person adds a lot of costs. Sometimes, expanding the stall too much may not be a good thing!" Jiao Xiuyuan flipped over and lay down, speaking weakly.

"Like this time, just blowing up so many puppets is going to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, this puppet also exploded with a bang.

"Friend, don't talk. Let me rest for a while."

Jiao Xiuyuan's feeble voice came from the bottom of the debris.

A communication charm flew to Li Fan.

"Let's chat later..."

Li Fan shook the communication charm in his hand and quietly walked out of the Qianli Hall.

The one who suffered a heavy blow was not just Jiao Xiuyuan.

(End of this chapter)