"Glass-grade?"
"Master, hurry and cut the stone, let's see how big this glass-grade is."
Upon hearing the stone cutter's words, Qian Sanjin's face turned from green to black.
He had found an ice-grade, while Chen Jiuyang had found a glass-grade, a material precisely one tier higher than his.
It was common knowledge in the jade gambling world that a difference of one shade in color could mean a tenfold difference in price!
Glass-grade was significantly more expensive than ice-grade!
It all depended on the size of Chen Jiuyang's glass-grade. If it was small, its value might not surpass his, but if it was large, then it was truly over.
At this moment, Qian Sanjin couldn't help but feel nervous, his heart sinking.
As time passed, the moment the stone cutter finished revealing the stone, the entire venue erupted.
A glass-grade jade as large as a car tire was something that hadn't appeared in Feng Province for many years.
"I'll buy this piece for fifty-five million!"
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? Fifty-five million can buy this? Young man, I'll buy it for seventy million!"
"Stop arguing, I'll offer eighty million!"
"Everyone, I'm not selling this piece." Chen Jiuyang smiled and looked at Qian Sanjin, "It seems the winner is decided."
Qian Sanjin's face turned completely grim.
Yao Zixuan was beside herself with excitement. With a rush, she threw herself into Chen Jiuyang's arms, her voice trembling with joy, "Jiuyang, you're amazing!"
Then, Yao Zixuan lifted her head from Chen Jiuyang's embrace and said to Qian Sanjin:
"Qian Sanjin, a bet is a bet. I hope you won't pester me again! Otherwise, I'll make sure everyone in Feng Province knows about this, and your Qian family will be ridiculed for their lack of integrity!"
Qian Sanjin was furious, veins bulging on his forehead, but he was utterly helpless. He could only grit his teeth, turn, and leave, his face as dark as could be, as if water could drip from it, his eyes filled with venomous hatred: "This Chen fellow must die!"
Seeing Qian Sanjin leave, Yao Zixuan hugged Chen Jiuyang and said, "Jiuyang, this piece is very valuable. Dad, how much do you think our Yao family should offer for it?"
Yao Deyun grinned from ear to ear, "This piece, at the very least, will start at eighty million. As for the exact figure, I'll have to ask the old man."
Yao Deyun added, "Jiuyang, you're very skilled. Would you like to buy a few more pieces for fun?"
Chen Jiuyang had no way to express his discomfort. He was very weak and said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid I have to stop here today."
"Good, good, good, whatever you say!" Yao Zixuan held Chen Jiuyang's arm tightly, refusing to let go.
Chen Jiuyang said, "Zixuan, drive me back. I need to rest well now."
"Okay!" Yao Zixuan replied, "Regarding the money for this glass-grade piece, once my grandfather decides on the price, I'll have someone transfer it to you."
"Alright." Chen Jiuyang readily agreed. All he wanted now was to close his eyes and rest, to recover his spiritual power.
Yao Zixuan drove Chen Jiuyang away.
Yao Deyun watched the departing car, "It seems my foolish daughter is truly smitten. However, this Chen Jiuyang is indeed capable. I'll prepare for the trip to Yun Province soon."
Chen Jiuyang lay in the car with his eyes closed, increasingly aware of the importance of medicinal resources. Without medicinal aid for his cultivation, the spiritual power he had consumed today would likely take months to recover.
His cultivation technique required his spiritual power to cooperate with his blood qi to impact the acupoints. With insufficient resources, his cultivation might not advance in the short term.
And how could he seek justice and clear his father's name when a Grandmaster of the Earth Realm, from the Zhong family, loomed over him? If he couldn't resolve this impending threat, how could he exact revenge?
Although his spiritual power was greatly depleted this time in the jade gambling city, his achievements were brilliant. An investment of one million had directly earned him tens of millions, enough to purchase a significant amount of medicinal herbs to support his cultivation for a period.
Just then, Chen Jiuyang's phone received a call from an unknown number. On the other end was Wang Chongyun's sinister voice:
"You little bastard surnamed Chen, if you don't want your father to die in prison, you'll come to Fengcheng Prison right now!"
Chen Jiuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice carrying a chilling killing intent, "Fine."
After hanging up, Chen Jiuyang asked Yao Zixuan to change course for Fengcheng Prison.
Upon arriving outside Fengcheng Prison.
He saw Wang Chongyun sitting in a wheelchair, his face pale and ashen, even receiving an IV drip. He was respectfully standing behind an old woman dressed in opulent clothing.
This old woman was dressed in magnificent attire and possessed an extraordinary aura, giving off an air of noble unattainability.
Her facial features bore a six-tenths resemblance to Wang Chongyun's wife, Zhong Xiufen.
Chen Jiuyang: "Are you Wang Chongyun's mother-in-law?"
"My name is Zhong Ali!" the old woman snorted, looking down at Chen Jiuyang condescendingly, "Young man, I already know about the matter between you and my son-in-law. I know you've learned some unorthodox methods to deal with people, but you must understand that unorthodox methods are insignificant in the face of overwhelming power, and can even bring about the destruction of your entire family!"
"Remove the trick you played on my son-in-law, and I can let you off the hook."
Chen Jiuyang's expression turned cold. This old hag actually had the audacity to say such things, threatening him with his father's life to force him to appear.
He had openly tampered with Wang Chongyun this morning, leading to the latter seeking him out. He had been careless.
It seemed he needed to be more discreet next time.
Chen Jiuyang said coldly, "Old hag, how dare you speak to me like this? Fine, it seems you're not a good person either. I'll send you on your way first today."
"You little beast dare to speak so presumptuously in front of me? Since you refuse to resolve this enmity, then die." Zhong Ali sneered and waved her hand.
Chen Jiuyang immediately saw a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, with dark skin and calluses on his palms and knees, walking towards him. Every movement exuded a sharp killing intent.
This was a Muay Thai master!
"Little bastard, I'll tell you the truth, the little trick you left inside me has already been removed by Master Manla." Wang Chongyun said with a sinister grin, "You made me suffer so much, I want you to die a horrible death!"
"After you die, I'll have that old bastard in prison die too!"
"Master Manla, please, kill him!"
As Wang Chongyun finished speaking, Manla charged towards Chen Jiuyang. Leaping into the air, he launched a powerful kick towards Chen Jiuyang.
"Bang!"
A crisp explosion of air sounded.
Neither of them touched each other.
Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up. This was a master who had reached the Yellow Realm through Muay Thai.
Since leaving the Sharp Blade Legion, this was the first time he had encountered a martial artist who had reached the Qi Realm besides himself in the outside world.
That kick, if it had been aimed at an ordinary person, would have directly blown their head off, a fatal blow!
He then reconsidered. It was not yet time to reveal his true strength to Zhong Ali and the others.
Once he broke through the twelve acupoints, he would give them a surprise!
Chen Jiuyang grunted, as if severely injured, and turned to flee towards an unpopulated area.
Seeing Chen Jiuyang flee, Manla closely pursued him.
The two chased each other, and after about five minutes, they arrived in a deserted forest. Chen Jiuyang suddenly stopped his labored running and stood his ground.
What puzzled Manla was why this young man showed no fear on his face?