In the twelfth life, although Li Fan had once possessed a fortune exceeding a million contributions, it was the result of diligently cultivating and gaining contributions through the Mingyue Palace over several years.
It was hard-earned money.
It was nothing like the current situation, where Li Fan had almost invested nothing. Merely by seizing the opportunity to drive speculation, he had collected six hundred and fifty thousand contributions in the blink of an eye.
This huge sum of money came too easily, making the situation seem surreal and illusory.
Li Fan calmed down a bit. Looking at He Zhenghao and Jiao Xiuyuan, who were still immersed in fervent greed, both the main and the clone couldn't help but offer some advice.
"Pull out, fellow Daoist He!"
"Call it quits, fellow Daoist Jiao!"
"You've earned enough now; don't delay until it's too late!"
Although the two were in different positions, their reactions were surprisingly consistent.
"Stop now? How is that possible?! The surge of Spirit Mist Grass has just begun! Those several cultivation sites being destroyed indicate that the big shots have truly entered the scene! Three hundred contribution points is not the end; it's just the beginning! Fellow Daoist, don't delude yourself!" He Zhenghao meticulously analyzed, disdainful of Li Fan's suggestion.
"Not enough, not enough, it's still not enough! The opportunity isn't over; let's wait a bit longer!" Although Jiao Xiuyuan was a bit more rational, he still harbored greed, wanting to earn a bit more.
Seeing their states, Li Fan knew that it was impossible for them to listen to anyone's advice now.
"Good advice is worthless to those blinded by greed."
"I wonder how many fanatic cultivators will lose their family fortune and shatter their Dao hearts after this."
Li Fan sighed inwardly.
The bursting of the Spirit Mist Grass bubble was faster than Li Fan had imagined.
It was beyond the expectations of the majority of fanatic cultivators.
The price of Spirit Mist Grass soared all the way up, breaking through the three hundred and fifty-point mark. It was on the verge of breaking through four hundred points.
All the cultivators who were rushing to buy Spirit Mist Grass in front of the Tianxuan Mirror suddenly had the slightly mechanical and cold voice of the Tianxuan Mirror echoing in their minds.
"Due to the significant abnormal fluctuations in the price of Spirit Mist Grass in recent days, to ensure the stable and harmonious development of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, the following announcement is hereby made."
"The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance discovered a closed subworld three months ago. This subworld is extremely vast, with a high concentration of wood-attribute spiritual energy and a rich variety of spiritual plants and herbs."
"According to a rough estimate, this subworld's production of Spirit Mist Grass alone has an annual yield of around ten million plants."
"This is completely capable of satisfying all the internal production and consumption needs of the alliance."
...
The cultivators no longer paid attention to what came after the Tianxuan Mirror's announcement.
When they heard that the annual yield of Spirit Mist Grass was as high as ten million plants, their expressions froze.
Endless fear instantly descended, occupying their minds.
There were rumors previously about the wood-attribute subworld.
But under the crazy surge in the price of Spirit Mist Grass, no one was willing to believe this information.
They would rather believe that someone with ulterior motives released this information to disrupt the market.
They were unwilling to believe in the truth of the information.
However, it was different now, because the one announcing this news was the Tianxuan Mirror.
As the fundamental platform for all resource exchanges within the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, no one would doubt the words of the Tianxuan Mirror.
So, after the announcement of the Tianxuan Mirror, all cultivators felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
There was only one thought in their minds.
Flee.
Flee as fast as possible, and lose as little as possible.
But...
All cultivators knew that the price of Spirit Mist Grass had completely collapsed.
Everyone wanted to sell the Spirit Mist Grass in their hands.
And no one was willing to buy anymore.
The final straw that broke the camel's back was when the Tianxuan Mirror directly announced a unified repurchase price.
Four points of contribution per plant.
Cultivators who wanted to use their privileges to sell to the Tianxuan Mirror according to the real-time price found that the Tianxuan Mirror refused to repurchase.
As a result, Li Fan witnessed a scene that he would never forget.
The price of Spirit Mist Grass, like a waterfall, plummeted.
The number changed rapidly, going from three digits to two digits.
From two digits to one digit.
In just over a dozen breaths, the price of Spirit Mist Grass dropped from nearly four hundred points to four points.
Instantly, it plummeted by ninety-nine percent.
In the Thousand Mile Hall, Jiao Xiuyuan's expression became stagnant, a hideous look frozen on his face.
"I, Jiao Xiuyuan, never make losing deals..."
After struggling to utter a few words, cracks appeared on his body, and the breath of life rapidly disappeared.
In an instant, Jiao Xiuyuan went from a living person to a withered, yellow, and dilapidated piece of wood.
With a thud, it fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.
"Fellow Daoist Jiao!" Li Fan couldn't help but exclaim, rushing forward to check.
"I'm... fine."
From under the counter in the Thousand Mile Hall came Jiao Xiuyuan's gritted teeth voice.
Another intact Jiao Xiuyuan crawled out from under a pile of debris, carrying a smile uglier than tears.
"Clearly, the opportunity hadn't ended, but it was all cut off by the Tianxuan Mirror's single statement..."
"Now, we're in big trouble."
Li Fan also pretended to look lost and dejected. "I advised you to stop early on, but you didn't listen."
"My thirty percent profit has also turned into nothing."
"If you had cashed out at three hundred points, or even at two hundred points, it would have been an unimaginable profit..."
"Bang!"
Countless cracks appeared on the new Jiao Xiuyuan's face.
In an instant, it exploded into countless fragments.
"Stop talking..."
"Let me take a break..."
Another Jiao Xiuyuan slowly and painfully crawled out from the debris, replying with a face full of anguish.
Seeing this, Li Fan seemed to have come back to his senses and, with a horrified expression, his gaze moved back and forth between the wooden debris on the ground and Jiao Xiuyuan. "Fellow Daoist Jiao, are you human?"
Changing the subject seemed to suit Jiao Xiuyuan's intentions.
He coughed, waving his hand weakly. "Fellow Daoist, don't panic. I am, of course, a human. It's just that I cultivate the Ten Thousand Puppet Dao."
"The Ten Thousand Puppet Dao?" Li Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Don't tell me, don't tell me that all the shopkeepers of the Thousand Mile Hall across the cultivation world are your puppets?" Li Fan knowingly asked.
"Hehe, that's right. Business is difficult, so naturally, I have to manage everything myself. Employing more people means incurring more costs. Sometimes, having a large store is not necessarily a good thing!" Jiao Xiuyuan flipped over and lay down, saying weakly.
"Like this time, just exploding so many puppets is going to..."
Before he could finish his sentence, this puppet also exploded with a loud bang.
"Fellow Daoist, don't speak. Let me rest for a moment."
Jiao Xiuyuan's weak voice came from the bottom of the debris.
A communication talisman flew to Li Fan's face.
"Let's chat later..."
Li Fan shook the communication talisman in his hand and quietly walked out of the Thousand Mile Hall.
It wasn't just Jiao Xiuyuan who suffered a heavy blow.