The entire room was dead silent.
No one dared to speak, and this continued for several minutes.
"Li Wentao, what exactly is going on here?"
Zhou Qingguo's voice was ice-cold, and he could no longer suppress the fury in his heart.
He had spent fifty million, only to end up with... a pile of junk?
What was even more frustrating was that Qin Xuan had already warned him that these were worthless items, yet he, Zhou Qingguo, had eagerly bought them all, leaving not a single one behind.
Qin Xuan's presence was so overwhelming that Zhou Qingguo dared not challenge him, but Li Wentao, how could he let him off?
"These magic tools... they were... they were made by me. I just wanted to profit by using my master's name," Li Wentao answered, his face blank, with blood dripping from his forehead, looking almost delirious.
"Daring to play tricks on me!"
Zhou Qingguo was so enraged that his body trembled slightly, his anger boiling over.
"Chen'er, let's go!"
He turned abruptly, not daring to stay any longer. This time, he had lost face in a big way.
"Don't forget your fifty million!"
A calm voice came from behind, causing Zhou Qingguo's body to freeze.
Fifty million? For this pile of junk?
Zhou Qingguo didn't even turn around; he simply walked straight towards the door.
"Idiot!"
Qin Xuan, sitting in his chair, slowly muttered two words.
Zhou Qingguo's body froze again. It was obvious that he was trembling with anger, as if he had reached his breaking point.
Fifty million—this was nothing compared to the Zhou family's hundreds of millions in assets. He could handle it.
But to lose face in front of the great families of Jing Shui City... this was something he couldn't swallow. However, Qin Xuan's two words felt like a knife stabbing directly into his heart, and the pain was unbearable.
Mo Qinglian couldn't help but chuckle. Qin Xuan was too ruthless. It was clear he was going all out to humiliate Zhou Qingguo.
But for the Mo family, this was something they were glad to see. Mo Zhengfeng also showed a trace of gratitude in his eyes.
He knew that if it weren't for Qin Xuan, today wouldn't just be Zhou Qingguo's loss. Even he would have had to spend a large sum of money to buy some worthless junk. Money was not the issue, but losing face was something Mo Zhengfeng couldn't afford.
The rest of the group fell silent. If it weren't for Qin Xuan, they would have been arguing and fighting over these worthless items. Looking back at their previous attitudes, they had never taken Qin Xuan seriously and even mocked him behind his back. Now, these old men, who held vast power in Jing Shui and Lin Hai, couldn't help but feel their faces burn with shame.
When everyone had calmed down, Mo Zhengfeng respectfully asked, "Mr. Qin, what should we do about Li Wentao?"
"Someone will take care of it. Why should I get involved?" Qin Xuan smiled indifferently. Li Wentao had made his bed; Zhou Qingguo would never let him off the hook. Why should Qin Xuan waste his time?
"The key issue is Chen Fuyun. He is not someone to be trifled with. His feng shui techniques are extraordinary..."
Mo Zhengfeng kindly reminded him, saying that Chen Fuyun would not let today's incident go easily.
"If he comes, so be it. Do you think I would care?"
Qin Xuan gave Mo Zhengfeng a half-smile, which made him shudder.
Considering the way Qin Xuan had handled things today, he clearly had nothing to fear from Chen Fuyun.
Mo Zhengfeng couldn't help but smile wryly. There was no point in saying more.
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first," Qin Xuan said flatly. He felt a bit disappointed with this gathering.
"There are still some small deals. Mr. Qin, would you like to take a look?" Mo Zhengfeng quickly said. "Originally, after we bought these magic tools, we old men were planning to pull out some of our own rare and unusual items for appraisal and trade. Perhaps there is something you might need."
Qin Xuan paused for a moment. He wasn't particularly interested in these so-called "small deals," but since he wasn't in a rush, he decided to stay and take a look.
Some people took Li Wentao out of the room, and soon only five or six elderly men, all over fifty, gathered together.
"Mr. Qin, this is a crystal I obtained from a sunken ship deep in the ocean," said Lu Changsheng, quickly taking out a crystal that reflected a rainbow of colors. It was the size of a fist and unusually beautiful.
Qin Xuan glanced at it but didn't show any interest.
"Mr. Qin, this is a South African diamond I bought at auction. It's as big as a pigeon's egg..."
"Mr. Qin, this ginseng was supposedly harvested from the Shennongjia mountains, and it's over a hundred years old..."
"Mr. Qin..."
At this moment, it felt like Qin Xuan was the center of attention for these elderly men. If an outsider had been watching, they would have been shocked and amazed.
Even a provincial governor or one of the top ten richest men in China wouldn't have been treated with this kind of respect in front of the giants of Jing Shui and Lin Hai. Yet these elderly men, all with very high status, were treating a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy like the sun surrounded by stars?
Qin Xuan looked through each item, growing more and more disappointed. Originally, he had some interest in the ginseng from Shennongjia, but after inspecting it, he found that it had lost all its spiritual energy and medicinal properties, leaving only a few remnants that were no longer valuable.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's gaze focused, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"This stone is yours?" Qin Xuan looked up and saw that it was Lu Xuehai.
Lu Xuehai was stunned and looked at Qin Xuan with surprise. "Mr. Qin, do you find this stone useful?"
The others were equally surprised. The stone that Qin Xuan was interested in was pitch black, looking like an ordinary rock. How could someone with such extraordinary abilities like Qin Xuan pay attention to something like this?
"Yes! What do you intend to do with this stone?" Qin Xuan was secretly delighted. He hadn't expected to find something useful after all.
It really was true—sometimes the bigger the disappointment, the bigger the surprise.
This stone, though it seemed unremarkable, was actually a rare alchemy material in the cultivation world known as Nebula Stone.
Nebula Stone is formed in areas of extremely dense spiritual energy, from a destroyed star that underwent countless years of wear and burn in the cosmos, eventually transforming into this fist-sized piece.
It's extremely precious, and in the cultivation world, it's considered a medium-grade material. Qin Xuan didn't expect to find it here.
"If it's just a stone, there's no need for a trade! If Mr. Qin needs it, I can just give it to you," Lu Xuehai said quickly, his face nearly breaking into a smile.
The other elderly men were secretly jealous. They too wanted to befriend Qin Xuan, but unfortunately, the things they had didn't catch his eye.
Qin Xuan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then said, "Consider it a favor owed to you."
Lu Xuehai's face, though old, showed a trace of excitement.
A favor from Qin Xuan? How valuable would that be?
Everyone had seen Qin Xuan's divine-like abilities earlier, controlling lightning and transforming it into a dragon. His favor was undoubtedly worth more than any person's favor, even that of the strongest internal martial artists.
"Old Lu, you're so lucky!" Lu Changsheng slapped Lu Xuehai's shoulder with envy, though the slap was heavy enough to almost make Lu Xuehai stumble.
Mo Zhengfeng also smiled. After Qin Xuan took the Nebula Stone, he personally escorted him out.
"You tell me, who exactly is this Mr. Qin? He's so young but possesses such incredible abilities?" someone asked with a bitter expression. "If our descendants were like him, we would die without regrets."
The rest of the group fell silent, and finally, one person spoke, "I don't know who Mr. Qin is, but I know this: though he may be young, he's definitely not someone you can offend!"