Fei Yingming, interrupted while speaking in front of the beauty, felt his face flush with embarrassment. He turned, ready to berate whoever dared to be so tactless. Damn it, who dares to make this young master lose face? Don't you want your job anymore?

Upon seeing the person, he immediately recoiled, swallowing the reprimand that had risen to his lips. It was Elder Huang, a man to whom even his own grandfather showed utmost respect, certainly not someone he could casually scold.

"The Seventh Fairy!?"

The exclamation burst involuntarily from a bespectacled old man among the retinue accompanying the elder Mr. Fei. He staggered toward Zhong Yun, adjusting his glasses, staring rapturously at the potted plant.

The old man's words were like a bombshell dropped into the crowd, causing an uproar.

Those accompanying Elder Fei were all experts in the field. Many, upon just seeing the shape of the flower, had already felt a flicker of doubt—that shape looked awfully similar to the legendary one.

However, considering the owner's identity and age, they dismissed the thought. Impossible. If an ordinary middle school student could cultivate such a legendary specimen, what's the point of us experts even mixing in this business?

But Elder Huang speaking was an authority in the field, one of the top masters in the entire nation, a national treasure-level figure with an A-rank contribution value. Elder Fei had paid an immeasurable price just to invite him.

Elder Huang’s judgment was naturally beyond question. If he dared to assert that this pot was the legendary "Seventh Fairy," then it could not be wrong. Elder Huang would never gamble with his reputation.

Realizing the legendary "Seventh Fairy" had reappeared in the world, everyone was immensely excited. They could already envision the sensation it would cause domestically.

The cultivation method for the "Seventh Fairy" was nearly lost with the extinction of Planet Garan. Its last appearance was a hundred years ago, at the exhibition celebrating the ten-thousandth anniversary of the founding of the largest nation in the Omi Star System—the Ge'an Empire.

Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, this mythical treasure was resurfacing, and in the hands of a middle school student.

Everyone held their breath, silently admiring the exquisite beauty of the "Seventh Fairy." In their eyes, every leaf of the "Seventh Fairy" was delicate, every bud exquisitely graceful. They imagined how dazzlingly vibrant and enchanting it would be if it were to bloom.

Hearing Elder Huang’s confirmation, Liu Yunqi also felt a surge of excitement. She glanced at the somewhat stunned Zhong Yun, wondering how he had managed this.

Elder Fei was the first to regain his composure. He was a lover of flowers, and more importantly, the controller of a family. He reacted within a very short time. "Young Friend Zhong, would you be willing to part with this 'Seventh Fairy'?"

"This..." Zhong Yun hadn't expected him to be so direct and hesitated, unsure how to respond. He pondered for a moment.

The main issue was how to price it. To be honest, his intention for today was just to probe the waters and gauge the market value. He had initially estimated that the most this pot could fetch was a few million, especially since he wasn't sure if anyone would even recognize the cultivar.

He had underestimated the experts of Davo; they truly recognized it. Looking at their expressions, he immediately discarded his few-million estimate and now simply awaited his asking price.

Although Fei Er Flower Garden sold various flora, it was essentially Elder Fei’s private collection, primarily used for acquiring rare specimens, and they offered fair prices, making it the preferred destination for sellers.

"You don't need to worry about the price. I will naturally offer a price befitting the status of the 'Seventh Fairy,'" Elder Fei was determined to obtain it. Since it had appeared before him, there was no reason to let it slip away.

Zhong Yun didn't doubt that he would deliberately suppress the price. Before coming, he had researched the background of the flower garden. The Fei family of Mingzhou was a prominent family, even on a national scale.

For such major families, as long as it didn't concern their vital interests, they would maintain their reputation. If it became known that the esteemed Fei family had schemed to take a common citizen's flower, they would be laughed out of high society; he couldn't afford that disgrace.

Furthermore, loving flowers was an elegant pursuit. If he resorted to despicable means of coercion or plunder, not only others but also the experts present would look down on him.

Not to mention, for the cash-rich Fei family, this amount of money was truly insignificant.

"Since Elder Fei is so straightforward, I won't be coy either." When it came to matters of profit, Zhong Yun dropped the pleasantries. He held up two fingers. "Two hundred million, Omi Credits."

Omi Credits were the universal currency across the entire Omi Star System, currently exchanging at 2.531 against the Davo Dollar. This meant Elder Fei would have to spend nearly 500 million Davo Dollars for this one flower, an unprecedented astronomical sum.

However, no one expressed surprise. Everyone present, save for Young Master Fei, were genuine experts in floriculture. To become an expert, one must first love flowers, and for flower lovers, money is secondary.

Besides, the "Seventh Fairy" was worth this price.

"Deal," Elder Fei agreed readily. "But there is one condition: we have no experience caring for the 'Seventh Fairy'..."

"No problem." Zhong Yun had been prepared for this. He handed over a memory chip. "It contains video recordings of the entire process, from sprouting until today."

Of course, Zhong Yun wasn't afraid they could replicate a second "Seventh Fairy" from this. Because to transform a "Purple White Orchid" into a "Seventh Fairy," one essential element was required: the Yuan from Planet Garan. He was confident that finding another person possessing the Garan Yuan on Davo was impossible.

A brilliant light flashed in Elder Fei's eyes. "Good. Hand over your bank card." After taking Zhong Yun's card, he immediately passed it to his assistant. The assistant made a call and then returned the card to Zhong Yun. "The money has been deposited. You can check it."

As he took the card back, Zhong Yun’s hand trembled slightly. Five hundred million Davo Dollars, just like that? He felt as if he were dreaming.

His parents' combined annual income wouldn't top one million at most. He had earned this colossal sum—a hundred times what his mother could earn in a lifetime—using just one potted plant in one month.

He couldn't have imagined this before, yet now he had achieved it.

Having secured the money, Zhong Yun took his leave. Back home, Zhong Yun stared at the long string of zeros on his bank statement, chuckling foolishly, thinking it would be even more perfect if it were stacks of physical cash he could scatter on his bed to play in.

Low profile, low profile. Zhong Yun suppressed his excitement, silently warning himself. The serious expression lasted only three seconds before he broke into another foolish grin.

Five hundred million! With five hundred million, he could buy a large house, the most luxurious computer setup, hire four or five delicate maids... and then drift through life without a care, becoming an carefree, happy shut-in.

Just as he was lost in this fantasy, the doorbell jarred him awake. He looked at the monitor to see a transport truck parked outside the gate, with loading robots unloading crate after crate.

What the heck? Are Mom and Dad replacing all the home appliances? Harboring doubts, he opened the door to find a formally dressed man holding a manifest. "Is this the residence of ZER?"

So, it was ZER’s doing. Why did it order so many things? Although Zhong Yun was full of questions, he could only accept the delivery for now.

A total of thirty large items, costing him over five million, filled the entire front yard. Zhong Yun glanced at the manifest: all chemical instruments. Did ZER want to set up a laboratory?

Putting aside that question, he began to worry about how to explain the origin of these items to his parents. He moved the thirty-odd items into the guest room next to his own, then entered his personal space.

The moment he entered, a video image popped up. In the 3D rendering, ZER’s appearance remained cold and aloof. It offered no explanation for Zhong Yun, proceeding directly. "The things I ordered should have arrived. Follow the steps I show you to dismantle them; I need a few specific components inside."

Next came the video demonstrating how to dismantle those instruments. Zhong Yun was speechless. What a spendthrift! Buying millions worth of equipment just for a few internal parts? That’s not how you spend money, even if you have plenty.

With a feeling of frustration, he downloaded the video to his portable player and began the 'dissection' project.