The price for these white-grub cores was simply too ridiculous. A hundred thousand points—ten million dollars! Wasn't this supposed to be a core from a low-grade lifeform? Why was it comparable in price to superior-grade crafting materials?!

The hunters simply couldn't imagine paying so much for these low-grade cores.

"Yes, that's the price. If you still intend to buy the cores, get your points ready. Otherwise, scram!" Yang Ze shouted decisively. At the very least, that was the cheapest price any of them would pay; several clans would have it much worse.

Rather than quelling the crowd, however, Yang Ze's shout only seemed to agitate it.

"What? That's daylight robbery!"

"Right! This is a low-grade material, and Zhang Lie was just lucky to have discovered it early!"

Yang Ze refused to back down. "That's the listed price. If you don't think these cores are worth that much, you're free to leave. No one's forcing you to purchase them. And if you're not purchasing...