On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

boom--!

The entire square erupted in chaos.

"What?! 100,000 jin of ancient, cold iron? Did I hear that right?!"

"My God! Ten-thousand-year-old cold iron is a top-grade material for forging earth-level weapons. One kilogram is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and one hundred thousand kilograms? That's a billion spirit stones being bet on ten-thousand-year-old cold iron!"

"Ten billion spirit stones isn't much for a merchant guild, but... this is just one type of material! If every material had a stockpile of ten billion spirit stones... who the hell could withstand that?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

"How can we compete like this? The first round is already this brutal?"

"It's all over, all over. Even if we combine all the reserves of our chamber of commerce, we still can't scrape together a thousand catties of ancient cold iron..."

Wailing cries filled the air.

At least half of the chamber of commerce leaders looked ashen-faced and abstained from voting.

Wu Yingxiong, Song Jianfeng, and others wore smug smiles.

Wu Yingxiong laughed loudly, "Hahaha! That's more like it! Perfect for kicking out all those charlatans who're just pretending!"

He looked defiantly in Ye Fan's direction, the meaning in his eyes self-evident.

On the high platform, Wang Teng announced expressionlessly, "The timer begins! Anyone who cannot produce 100,000 jin of ancient cold iron within one hour will be eliminated!"

Time passed second by second.

Chambers of commerce continued to announce their withdrawal, looking dejected.

Soon, the five major chambers of commerce, including Tianzheng Chamber of Commerce, Baibaoge, and Wanbaolou, casually sent people to carry out 100,000 catties of ancient cold iron and pile it up in their respective areas.

The top 30 merchants in the capital city remained calm.

Ye Fan lay on the chair with cucumber slices over his eyes. Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongyu rushed over from the auction house, massaging his shoulders and legs.

These minor incidents were all handled by Sai Luoli.

An hour later, less than a hundred chambers of commerce remained on the field.

"Round two begins!"

Wang Teng activated the secret technique again, this time randomly selecting a burly middle-aged man.

The man stepped forward to draw lots, loudly announcing, "One thousand, mid-grade Xuan-level, Vigorous Essence Pills!"

Another uproar ensued!

The Violent Essence Pill can instantly restore a martial artist's internal energy, making it a valuable commodity on the battlefield. A thousand mid-grade Xuan-level pills are a test of the merchant guild's and alchemists' connections and reserves!

"Sigh, let's quit..."

"We're withdrawing too..."

Another large number of chambers of commerce were eliminated, and the number of chambers of commerce on the market was reduced to less than fifty.

Those who managed to survive two rounds were all well-known forces in Zhongzhou.

"Round Three!"

This time, the starlight actually fell on Wu Yingxiong!

"Hahaha! My turn!"

Wu Yingxiong smugly walked onto the platform. Under the gaze of the crowd, he pulled out a slip of paper, glanced at it, and laughed even more wildly. He roared with all his might, "One hundred plants! Any medicinal herb, three thousand years old!"

The moment the draw was announced, the entire stadium fell silent!

Each medicinal herb, aged three thousand years, is a rare treasure!

One hundred plants!

This is absolutely deadly!

Even the remaining second-rate chambers of commerce all wore expressions of despair.

"It's over, there's absolutely no hope now."

"One hundred 3,000-year-old medicinal herbs—only the top ten merchant guilds could probably afford that!"

As expected, apart from the six companies—Tianzheng Chamber of Commerce, Baibaoge, Sihai Trading Company, Zhenbaolou, Jinyutang, and Wanbaolou—all the other chambers of commerce withdrew from the scene in disappointment.

In the end, besides these six chambers of commerce, only seven or eight chambers of commerce, plus the world's number one auction house, are still persisting.

Wang Teng stepped forward again:

"Starting from the fourth round! Independent draws!"

"Everyone draws different amounts of items! This is where true skill, connections, luck, and strategy come into play!"

"Representatives, step forward and draw lots!"

The words had barely left his lips.

A golden cauldron was carried up!

Representatives from the five major chambers of commerce, Wanbaolou, and the world's number one auction house lined up to draw lots.

Su Muzhe was right in front of Sai Luoli in line: "Luoli, I've noticed that the World's Number One Auction House has been selling mostly simple materials and pills lately."

"There have been almost no high-quality items; this time, with a separate lottery, we're likely to get some really good ones!"

"Can you really produce that?"

Sai Luoli chuckled: "The world's number one auction house, capable of anything!"

"Hehe! Is that so? Then I'll wait and see~~~" Su Muzhe swayed her slender waist.

When it was her turn to step forward, she reached out and pulled out a slip of paper.

then.

Sai Luoli also stepped forward and pulled out a slip of paper!

After everyone had drawn lots, they stood in a row, a total of thirteen chambers of commerce.

Wang Teng spoke up: "Please open your slips and show your chosen lot!"

Everyone eagerly opened the slips of paper they had drawn!

"It's over!"

An old man glanced at the note in his hand, his face turned deathly pale, and he left the scene looking ashen.

Show the item you drew before you leave!

"Ten catties of Taiyi Silver Essence?"

"Holy crap! This thing is on par with Gengjin! Who the hell can produce this! If Ye Fan hadn't pulled out 50,000 jin of Gengjin back then, it's hard to find even 10 jin of Gengjin on the market right away."

"He was just unlucky to draw this! Luck is also a kind of skill!"

Many people shook their heads.

"Hahaha! Heaven is on my side!"

Wan Chongshan laughed loudly and showed the slip of paper in his hand to everyone: "Five any ten-thousand-year-old medicinal herbs!"

"Guards! Bring me those five ancient blood ginsengs!"

Soon, an old man brought over five ancient blood ginseng plants.

Wan Chongshan stared intently at Ye Fan, who was lying asleep in a chair, looking like a good-for-nothing playboy with a carefree and irresponsible demeanor: "Ye Fan! I should thank you more! Back then, it was you who gave my father ten ten-thousand-year-old blood ginsengs!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Ye Fan didn't respond at all, and even started snoring.

She slept soundly.

"You! Hmph!"

Wan Chongshan was so angry that his teeth itched, and he retreated in a huff.

Among the ancient clans, Xuan Yuan Yifei frowned: "What's wrong with Ye Fan? How can he sleep under these circumstances? He's incredibly carefree!"

"He's not just carefree!"

Xuanyuan Jianjia, who was standing to the side, suddenly responded with a comment.

"Auntie, what did you say?" Xuan Yuan Yifei asked in astonishment.

On the other side, Jiang Dapan sneered, "It seems that little bastard Ye Fan knows he's doomed to lose the Chamber of Commerce competition!"

"Otherwise, how could he, as the head of the world's number one auction house, still be able to sleep?"

"He messes up in crucial moments; I think Ye Fan is utterly hopeless!"

Jiang Fuyao sneered, "Uncle, is Ye Fan even more useless than Jiang Yang?"

Jiang Dapan angrily retorted, "Can you please stop mentioning Jiang Yang?!"

Jiang Fuyao went all out: "Then please don't humiliate Ye Fan! What did he do to offend you? Is it wrong that he's more outstanding than your son?"

"you…………"

Jiang Dapan was furious.

Su Wan quickly tried to persuade her, and Jiang Fuyao finally shut up, but her eyes couldn't help looking in Ye Fan's direction! Ye Fan was still lying on the chair, fast asleep, with Consort Xiao holding an umbrella, and Hua Nongyue and Hua Nongyu rubbing his legs and massaging his shoulders, making everyone grit their teeth in anger.

At this time.

"Gentlemen, I have lost..."

Wang Mei gave a helpless, bitter smile.

He held up the slip of paper he had drawn: "Five Tier 8 magical beast cores! I abstain."

Wang Teng shouted expressionlessly, "Treasure Pavilion! Defeated!"

Song Changfeng opened the note, his eyes narrowing slightly. He immediately pulled out a teleportation talisman: "Collect thirteen Crimson Gold Fungus at all costs!"

He held up the slip of paper in his hand: twenty 8,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum plants.

There are seven plants in the Treasure Pavilion! Thirteen more are needed.

"Hiss! Crimson Gold Ganoderma! This is a rare and precious treasure! If it's ten thousand years old, it's on par with Blood Ginseng!"

"Eight thousand years is terrifying; it's unlikely we'll be able to collect it in a short time!"

"We'll cut off Baibaoge's connections and resources!"

The crowd began to discuss it.

Soon, Song Changfeng's teleportation talisman flashed continuously:

"Two hundred and fifty million spirit stones per plant? There are two in total? Damn it! I'll take them!"

"Three hundred million spirit stones per plant! There are three in total? I'll take them!"

"Four hundred million spirit stones, and you have four plants? Heh... Good! You really dare to ask! I'll take them!"