Chapter 518: Kid, Do You Take Me for a Sucker

Chapter 518: Chapter 518: Kid, Do You Take Me for a Sucker

A fake spirit?

Everyone present exchanged glances, and the more astute among them shot suspicious looks at Ruan Xiong.

Even Qian Jinshui felt his confidence waver. Raw Stone #2 was a fake spirit, so could Raw Stone #1 be a fake as well?

But Qian Jinshui didn’t dare to cut it open.

Even if it was a fake spirit, it would still emit Spiritual Power that could help improve his health.

If he cut it open, the Spiritual Power would dissipate, and it would all be for nothing.

Ruan Xiong wasn’t the least bit flustered. The money was already in his account; who would dare lay a hand on him?

He was the sworn brother of Kun Cai, the top disciple of Myanmar’s number one Black Magic King!

Miao Shijie refused to believe he had spent four hundred million on a Waste Stone. He stared nervously at Chen Juzheng. "Master Chen, say something! This isn’t a fake spirit, right?"

Chen Juzheng hung his head in shame.

Miao Shijie’s face went deathly pale. He staggered back several steps, completely unable to withstand such a massive blow!

Duan Lang finally had his moment of triumph and couldn’t help but roar with laughter!

"Hahaha! Miao Shijie, oh, Miao Shijie! Our Master Cheng warned you long ago that Raw Stones #1 and #2 were Waste Stones, but you just wouldn’t believe it! You paid a fortune for Raw Stone #2! And what do you call this? This is what happens when you don’t listen to good advice—you pay the price right then and there!"

Miao Shijie glared at Duan Lang, grinding his teeth. "Duan Lang! Your arrogance won’t last much longer! The Old Prince Duan of Dali is on his deathbed! But our Miaojiang’s Poisonous Insect King is in his prime! Soon, the powers in Qian Province will be reshuffled! Your Duan Family is no longer fit to rule Qian Province!"

Duan Lang, of course, refused to back down. He stared coldly at Miao Shijie. "Then we’ll just have to see! It’s not yet certain who will come out on top! As long as I, Duan Lang, am here, you, Miao Shijie, will never be able to make a scene!"

"Such foolish arrogance!"

Miao Shijie ignored Duan Lang. ’One day,’ he thought, ’I’ll get back everything I’ve lost, with interest! But as long as the Old Prince is still alive, we in Miaojiang have to keep our tails between our legs!’

Cheng Yuan scribbled on a slip of paper and handed it to Chen Juzheng with a gentle smile. "Master Chen, here’s my bank account number. If you would be so kind as to honor our bet."

"You!"

Chen Juzheng was so furious he could hardly see straight. ’This kid actually has the gall to ask for the money? Where was he supposed to get a hundred million?’

Cheng Yuan grinned, then turned and offered the slip of paper to Miao Shijie. "Oh, I almost forgot. The Young Chief offered to cover Master Chen’s debt. Young Chief, if you would please settle the wager."

Miao Shijie looked like he was about to explode!

Duan Lang was the Crown Prince of the Dali Duan Dynasty, a man of equal status. He could tolerate clashing with Duan Lang.

But who the hell was this guy, Cheng?

RIP! RIP!

Miao Shijie tore the slip of paper to shreds!

"Kid, if you don’t want to die, you’d better learn to keep a low profile! This world is far from the rosy picture you imagine. There are people you can never afford to provoke! Some people can send you to the Eighteen Layers of Hell with a single word!"

Cheng Yuan grinned. "There are indeed many people in this world I can’t afford to provoke, but you, Miao Shijie, are definitely not one of them. I advise you to settle the bet. Otherwise, you won’t be taking a single step out of this White Palace!"

WHOOSH!

Duan Lang and Zhou Shilong shot to their feet, flanking Miao Shijie and blocking his path.

Miao Shijie was absolutely certain that if he dared to renege on the debt, the two of them would attack him without a moment’s hesitation!

Suddenly, Miao Shijie burst out laughing. "Hahaha! I, Miao Shijie, live by the code of the Jianghu. Honor is everything. How could I possibly renege on a debt? It’s just a hundred million, isn’t it?"

Cheng Yuan smiled faintly. "Then I’ll write another slip of paper for you, Young Chief."

"There’s no need! I’ll transfer the money directly to Duan Lang, and he can give it to you."

It had to be said, this was a nasty move on Miao Shijie’s part. He hoped that by using the hundred million, he could drive a wedge between Cheng Yuan and Duan Lang, turning them against each other.

After all, it was a hundred million in easy money—more than enough to expose the greedy, base nature of any person.

Unfortunately for him, Miao Shijie didn’t understand the relationship between Cheng Yuan and Duan Lang. He had no idea that Duan Lang had already been completely won over by Cheng Yuan, becoming his loyal fanboy.

DING!

With a chime, the transfer went through. Miao Shijie sat back down, his expression dark.

Chen Juzheng shot Cheng Yuan a vicious glare before turning to Miao Shijie with an apologetic look. "Young Chief, my skills are lacking. I am too ashamed to continue serving you. I shall take my leave."

Miao Shijie forced a smile onto his face.

"Master Chen, don’t blame yourself. Even the best of us make mistakes, and victory and defeat are all part of the game. You can’t go. If you leave, who will appraise the stones for me? Besides, the other two masters didn’t spot the issue either. You really can’t be blamed for this."

"I am ashamed!"

Chen Juzheng lowered his head, then shot a dark, sinister glance first at Cheng Yuan, then at Ruan Xiong.

Ruan Xiong saw Chen Juzheng’s malevolent expression, and a chill went down his spine.

The thought of the earlier Fire Sword immediately made Ruan Xiong want to retreat.

"Everyone, I have some other matters to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave!"

Ruan Xiong cupped his fists to the crowd, then turned to leave!

A vicious glint flashed in the eyes of Chen Juzheng and Miao Shijie. Ruan Xiong’s haste only confirmed their suspicions—he had a guilty conscience.

However, neither of them stopped him. Chen Juzheng had already placed a small marker on Ruan Xiong.

Even if they had to chase him all the way to Myanmar, they would find Ruan Xiong and demand an explanation!

To everyone’s surprise, Cheng Yuan suddenly stepped forward and blocked Ruan Xiong’s way. "Mr. Ruan, don’t be in such a hurry to leave."

Ruan Xiong instantly tensed up and said in a low voice, "Master Xiaocheng, there’s no animosity between us. Please, let me be on my way. I came here only to sell the raw stones. Now that they’re sold, there’s no reason for me to stay."

Cheng Yuan grinned. "Mr. Ruan, don’t you still have one more raw stone?"

Everyone froze.

’What does Master Xiaocheng mean by this? Does he want to buy Raw Stone #3?’

Raw Stone #2 had more than ten times the Spiritual Qi of Raw Stone #3, yet it turned out to be a fake. How could #3 possibly be real?

"Master Xiaocheng, are you saying you want Raw Stone #3?" Ruan Xiong asked.

"That’s right. The Young Chief paid me a hundred million for the bet, which is just enough to buy Raw Stone #3."

WHOA!

The entire Yunxiang Celestial Palace erupted into an uproar. Everyone stared at Cheng Yuan in disbelief.

"Is this kid serious? It’s obvious there’s something wrong with these stones. His head must be made of iron!"

"You can’t say that. The kid clearly knows a thing or two. He said Raw Stone #2 was a Waste Stone, and it really was. Now he’s set his sights on Raw Stone #3. Could it be...?"

Miao Shijie cast a questioning glance at Chen Juzheng. "Master Chen, that kid correctly identified Raw Stone #2. Could it be that there’s actually something valuable inside Raw Stone #3?"

Chen Juzheng, naturally unwilling to admit Cheng Yuan was more skilled than him, said dismissively, "Young Chief, his judgment wasn’t actually that accurate. He called Raw Stone #2 a Waste Stone, but it still produced green jade, and the quality wasn’t bad either."

Miao Shijie’s eyes flickered. Whether the kid’s judgment was accurate or not didn’t matter. He had just cost him a fortune, and Miao Shijie couldn’t let him get away with it easily!

Cheng Yuan seemed to read Miao Shijie’s mind and said with a warm smile, "Everyone is welcome to bid on Raw Stone #3. But allow me to be blunt: I’m only bidding this one hundred million. If someone bids higher than me, I will graciously concede the stone to them."

As he spoke, he kept his smiling gaze fixed on Miao Shijie.

Miao Shijie almost choked on his own anger. He could only forcefully suppress his urge to cause trouble.

’Kid, don’t even think about goading me!’ Miao Shijie thought furiously. ’Do you really take me for a sucker? If you want Raw Stone #3, be my guest! I absolutely will not fall into your trap!’