Watching the annoyed expressions of the cultivators outside, Jiang Ke’er felt utterly delighted.
Her Villain Points skyrocketed, and in the blink of an eye, she had surpassed a balance of fifty thousand, while just minutes ago she was still in the triple digits.
She was currently in desperate need of Villain Points, especially since there was still an Appraisal Art Enhancement Module in the Villain Prize Pool she hadn’t drawn yet!
After the brief wave of displeasure, the cultivators on the street calmed down and began to contemplate whether this Lucky Bag was truly worth purchasing.
If they could really draw a first, second, or third prize, it would definitely be a blood profit, but the question was, what were the odds of winning? And if they didn’t, how much could they recover?
Someone needed to be the brave pioneer.
Fifty Magic Crystals was no small sum for an average cultivator.
But gambling instinct always outweighed reason.
Soon, a lucky cultivator who had drawn a pill worth 800 Magic Crystals yesterday walked up to the stall.
Holding the thought of “I already profited yesterday, so trying again today won’t hurt—maybe I’ll earn even more,” he loudly declared, “Give me one!”
“Pick it yourself,” the consignment clerk said.
The man didn’t hesitate, casually pointing at one. The clerk picked up the bag, took the fifty Magic Crystals, and handed over the goods immediately.
“Open it quickly!”
“Hurry, let’s see what you got!”
People around urged eagerly, and cultivators behind even flew their devices into the sky to get the best view.
Being watched by so many, the man felt a secret thrill.
He struck a pose, raised the Qiankun Bag, and plunged his hand inside.
It wasn’t empty!
He smiled inwardly, slowly pulling out a small porcelain bottle.
After uncorking it, a medicinal aroma wafted out, and three pills rolled into his palm.
“Demon Dispelling Pills! I profited! This round earned me several hundred Magic Crystals!”
The crowd, inspired by his luck, erupted once more.
【Gained 500 Orthodox Points from xx.】 This was provided by the cultivator who had just delivered the goods.
【Gained… Villain Points 200.】【… Villain Points 50.】
Interestingly, while this cultivator was profiting, Jiang Ke’er was also gaining a large chunk of Villain Points.
Those points came from the jealousy of the surrounding cultivators.
The cultivator who had opened the bag laughed joyfully, then quickly said, “Give me nine more!”
Without hesitation, he bought nine new Lucky Bags and opened them decisively.
A strong medicinal fragrance exploded outward! That familiar overwhelming aura again!
“Wow! Golden Legend!” Jiang Ke’er voiced internally.
“Holy hell! Profit again! Pure profit! You’ve hit the jackpot!”
The crowd exploded once more.
【… Orthodox… 5000.】 The joyful points provided by the cultivator who got the haul correlated with the value of the goods.
【… Villain… 500.】【… 1000.】 Villain Points similarly scaled with the value contributed by the cultivator’s haul.
Everyone nearby congratulated this cultivator with flattering smiles, but the flood of Villain Points betrayed their true feelings.
— One day, with a blade in hand, I’ll slaughter all those European dogs across the world!
No one expected the second bag to contain a Top Grade Wound-Stopping Pill.
Not only did that cover the cost, but it also earned nearly twenty times over.
The cultivator grinned so hard his mouth twisted, his face flushed, and continued opening the third bag.
“Profit again, profit again! Is there no losing?”
The third round ended in profit again.
The fourth round suffered a slight loss, only getting a pill worth 5 Magic Crystals.
The cultivator’s mood soured somewhat, but the surrounding spectators breathed a sigh of relief and provided a wave of Orthodox Points.
The fifth round lost some as well.
The sixth round profited again.
The seventh was break-even.
The eighth and ninth each yielded a small profit.
The tenth bag revealed a pill worth three thousand Magic Crystals!
In total, after deducting the cost of buying the bags, the cultivator had earned over thirteen thousand.
“Can I buy more?” The cultivator was obviously not satisfied—the thrill of opening these bags was just too intense.
“Limit of ten per person, next!” The consignment clerk’s face was stern and merciless.
“I-I’ll take ten!”
“Give me ten!”
The crowd formed a long queue once more, and due to the daytime hype, this line stretched even longer—climbing to the tavern rooftop still did not reveal its end.
Though fifty Magic Crystals was no small sum, the immense rewards stimulated cultivators to throw their money in without hesitation… they had never experienced anything this exciting before.
For the simple Shenzhou cultivators, this strange new thing called a Lucky Bag was completely irresistible.
Especially since the odds of striking it rich were so high—it was a blood loss not to buy!
— Take a gamble, and the bicycle becomes a motorcycle! Take a gamble, and a Seven Luminaries cultivator becomes a Sovereign!
— As long as your bloodline is pure enough, I can open a sect on my own!
Charge!
With these thoughts, the cultivators of Jing City were collectively inflicted with a frenzy BUFF.
This batch of Lucky Bags numbered ten thousand, all sold out, netting Jiang Ke’er half a million Magic Crystals.
The total pill value inside was roughly two million… so theoretically, no matter how those cultivators drew, they wouldn’t lose.
But that was just the theoretical value.
Scarcity breeds value; once rare pills flood the market, their worth drops sharply.
After the market saturated, pill prices would collapse, and actual selling prices would fall far short of two million.
Plus, Jiang Ke’er had more reasons for doing this, which would gradually become clear with time.
At this moment, Jiang Ke’er leisurely entered idle mode.
You are now mature Orthodox Points, Villain Points, and Magic Crystals; learn to slip into my pocket yourselves.
Outside, the bustling noise rose again.
Jiang Ke’er didn’t even need to look to know someone had won a top-three prize.
Every time this happened, she would gain a massive influx of Villain Points… compared to the joy Europeans felt upon finding treasure, the resentment of the unlucky around her was far deeper.
Today, both Orthodox and Villain Points had already reached their daily acquisition limits, but midnight was approaching fast, and once the clock struck twelve, the limits would reset.
This feeling of making money while doing nothing was truly wonderful.
But Jiang Ke’er didn’t choose to slack off; she soon stopped leaning on the window watching and returned to the inn.
Tomorrow was the final grand event—she needed to prepare early and list her consignment before the Dan Sect Alliance caught on, or she’d lose the opportunity.
Unexpectedly, Qian Yue and Xuanyang had already returned, carrying several tens of thousands of Qiankun Bags.
Jiang Ke’er had thought they wouldn’t be back until morning.
Since they returned early, the task became even easier.
Jiang Ke’er took the Qiankun Bags without explanation and swiftly went back to her room.
Before dawn, she made another run to the Auction House.
The consignment area was still lively, and Jiang Ke’er had already pre-booked the next batch of goods.
Then, she quickly returned to the inn, called Qian Yue and Xuanyang, and said, “Retreat! Leave Jing City immediately! The farther the better!”
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