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第一百九十二章 一言定风波

In the twelfth era, Li Fan had once amassed over a million contribution points, but that was from diligently practicing cultivation techniques in the Bright Moon Palace for several years.

That might have been sweat and toil money, but it was still hard-earned. Now, however, he barely put in any effort, merely taking advantage of the situation to make 650,000 contribution points almost overnight.

This sudden windfall made Li Fan feel unrealistically giddy.

Li Fan steadied himself and looked at He Zhenghao and Jiao Xiuyuan, who were still in a frenzy of greed. The main and sub-selves couldn't help but urge them to stop.

"Stop, Fellow Daoist He!"

"Stop, Fellow Daoist Jiao!"

"You've made enough already; you can still stop now!"

Despite their different positions, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.

"Now's the time to stop? How could that be possible?! The surge in Spirit Fog Grass is just beginning!"

"That destruction of cultivation sites means a major player has entered the market! 300 contribution points are far from the end; they're just the start! Fellow Daoist, don't ruin yourself!" He Zhenghao analyzed meticulously, dismissing Li Fan's advice.

"Not enough, not enough, still not enough! The opportunity is not over yet; we should wait a bit longer!" Jiao Xiuyuan was more rational but still harbored greed, wanting to make even more money.

Seeing their demeanor, Li Fan knew they wouldn't listen to anyone's advice now.

"Good advice for the damned."

"How many deluded cultivators will go bankrupt and shatter their minds in the future?"

Li Fan sighed inwardly.

The collapse of the Spirit Fog Grass price bubble came faster than Li Fan had anticipated. It was also unexpected by most frenzied cultivators.

When the price of Spirit Fog Grass soared past 350 points, on the brink of breaking through 400 points, all the cultivators vying to purchase it in front of the Ten Thousand Immortals Mirror suddenly heard a mechanical and cold voice from behind the mirror.

"Due to the significant abnormal fluctuations in the price of Spirit Fog Grass over recent days, to ensure the stability and harmony of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, we hereby announce the following."

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance discovered a closed cave heaven three months ago. This cave is vast, with extremely high wood attribute qi. Various spirit plants and herbs are abundant."

"Based on rough estimates, Spirit Fog Grass alone yields around 10 million per year."

"This can fully meet all production needs within the alliance."

...

The rest of the announcement was ignored by the cultivators.

When they heard that the annual yield of Spirit Fog Grass was a staggering 10 million, their expressions froze.

Instantly, an endless wave of fear overwhelmed them, occupying their minds.

Although there were whispers about the high yields in the wood attribute cave heaven, no one wanted to believe this news amid the frenzied rise in prices.

They preferred to think it was a conspiracy by someone with ulterior motives to disrupt the market rather than accept its truth.

But now, everything had changed.

Because the announcement came from the Ten Thousand Immortals Mirror—the foundation of the alliance and the platform for all resource exchanges.

No one doubted what the mirror said. So when the announcement was made, all cultivators felt as if struck by lightning.

Their minds were filled with a single thought: run. Run as fast as you can to minimize your losses.

However...

All cultivators knew that Spirit Fog Grass prices had completely collapsed.

Everyone wanted to sell their Spirit Fog Grass, but no one was willing to buy it anymore.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when the Ten Thousand Immortals Mirror directly provided a precise unified recovery price: 4 contribution points per plant.

Cultivators tried to use their privileges to sell at real-time prices, only to find the mirror refusing to accept them.

Li Fan witnessed an unforgettable scene.

The price of Spirit Fog Grass plummeted like a waterfall, rapidly changing from three-digit numbers to two-digit numbers and then one-digit numbers. In just a few breaths, the price fell from nearly 400 points to 4 points—99% in an instant.

In Thousand Mile Hall, Jiao Xiuyuan's face was frozen with horror as he uttered his last words before his life force vanished: "I Jiao Xiuyuan never do unprofitable buys..."

With great difficulty, cracks appeared on his body and he fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao!" Li Fan exclaimed, rushing forward to check.

"I... I'm fine."

From under the counter of Thousand Mile Hall, came Jiao Xiuyuan's voice through gritted teeth. A complete Jiao Xiuyuan emerged from a pile of杂物, his black face showing an even more miserable smile.

"Clearly, the opportunity is still there, but it was cut off by the Ten Thousand Immortals Mirror..."

"Now I'm ruined."

Li Fan feigned despair: "I told you to stop earlier, but you didn't listen. My 30% profit is now just a mirage."

"If I had cashed out at 300 points or even 200 points, it would have been an unimaginable gain..."

Another Jiao Xiuyuan emerged from the pile of杂物, his face ashen with pain.

Li Fan seemed to snap back to reality. His gaze darted between the wooden fragments and Jiao Xiuyuan: "Fellow Daoist Jiao, are you human?"

Changing the subject seemed fitting for Jiao Xiuyuan.

He coughed and waved his hand: "Do not be alarmed; of course I'm human. But I practice the myriad puppet techniques."

"Million Puppet Techniques?" Li Fan's eyes narrowed.

"Could it be that all Thousand Mile Halls in the cultivation world are your puppets?" Li Fan asked knowingly.

"Haha, correct. Business is hard; naturally, everything has to be managed by myself. Hiring more people just adds costs. Sometimes, spreading out too much can be a bad thing!" Jiao Xiuyuan lay down weakly.

"Like this time, just destroying so many puppets..."

Before he could finish, the puppet exploded.

"Fellow Daoist, stop talking; let me rest."

Jiao Xiuyuan's voice came from the bottom of the杂物 pile.

A communication spirit talisman flew to Li Fan.

"We'll talk later..."

Li Fan tossed the communication spirit talisman and quietly left Thousand Mile Hall.

The blow was not just hard on Jiao Xiuyuan, but on many others as well.

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