100,000 per scroll.
Even though that was already several times higher than the value of an ordinary D-rank magic scroll on the market, for wealthy players, company owners, and heavy spenders with good real-world financial conditions, they could still grit their teeth and buy it.
After all, this was something that could be used to enter the rare hidden dungeon Divine Tomb and obtain valuable rewards and treasures.
But if that happened, Lin Mo's target pool would become too large.
Because his purpose in selling Rank Scrolls was not to make money, it was to use them to lure out the mastermind behind Tyrant.
So raising the price to 500,000 each would eliminate a large number of buyers.
This would greatly narrow the range of possible purchasers.
"This person can mobilize five guilds. Their status must be extraordinary, and their real-world position must be very high. A price of 500,000 per scroll is enough to make mid- and lower-level players back away, but it won't affect someone at the top like them."
"Besides, even if the value of the rare hidden dungeon isn't considered, they won't miss this chance to deal with me inside the Divine Tomb."
That's right.
The Divine Tomb was a shared dungeon.
Not an instance dungeon.
According to the rules, a minimum of five players had to enter as a team, and all teams would exist within the same dungeon area.
If the mastermind still hadn't made a move against Lin Mo after he deliberately showed himself everywhere killing bosses today, it was probably because they were wary of the protection provided by the Divine Nation guild.
Then when Lin Mo entered the Divine Tomb with only four other people and no longer had the Divine Nation army protecting him, wouldn't that be a perfect opportunity for them to strike?
Therefore, once the news spread, no matter what, the other party would definitely find a way to get D-rank Rank Scrolls and enter the Divine Tomb.
So Lin Mo kept 39 Rank Scrolls for himself.
The remaining 511 scrolls were all handed over to Qin Feng to handle.
Of the 39 he kept, 9 were prepared for Ling Xiao, Qin Feng, and Xia Wanwan.
Another 15 were intended for his clone to take Lu Ye, Gao Han, Zhao Ling'er, and the others into the dungeon.
That way, if anything unexpected happened inside the Divine Tomb, his clone could support him at any time.
And he could also claim two sets of dungeon-clear rewards at the same time.
According to the rules, although the Divine Tomb dungeon would exist permanently, there were only ten dungeon-clear rewards in total.
As for the remaining 15 scrolls, they were intended for Ming Yuexin and her group.
After all, Ming Yuexin had invested so much into Lin Mo, and Lin Mo was also the Vice Guild Master of Divine Nation.
"Let Divine Nation get a share of the dungeon rewards too."
Meanwhile, after receiving the 500-plus D-rank Rank Scrolls sent by Lin Mo through the mail, Qin Feng's heart started pounding and his hands shook.
"Holy shit! That's so many!"
"Even at 100,000 each, these scrolls are worth 51.1 million yuan altogether!"
"My god! How many cars would I have to sell to make that much money?"
"If I sell them at Brother Mo's price of 500,000 each, wouldn't that be... over 200 million?"
"Holy shit!"
After the shock, Qin Feng became doubtful.
"But at a price this high, will there really be idiots willing to buy them?"
"Forget it! I'll just sell them according to Brother Mo's instructions first."
So Qin Feng bought a mask from a shop, put it on, and hid his ID information.
Lin Mo could have done the same.
However, within a level-two main city, rank badges could not be hidden.
Even if Lin Mo concealed his ID with a mask, the silver rank emblem above his head would immediately identify him as Rulebound.
After all, only he and Ning Xi had reached Silver Rank in all of Inferno City.
After putting on a wolf-head mask, Qin Feng followed Lin Mo's instructions and went to South Plaza, the busiest area in Inferno City.
Then he shouted, "Selling D-rank Rank Scrolls! Limited quantity! First come, first served!"
The system had only recently announced the opening of the rare hidden dungeon Divine Tomb, and players everywhere were discussing where they could obtain D-rank Rank Scrolls.
The moment Qin Feng shouted, countless players in the plaza turned to look at him.
"No way! The lowest-level maps that drop D-rank Rank Scrolls are over level 70, and you need Gold Rank to enter them! Even Rulebound and Goddess Liuli, the top two on the rank leaderboard, shouldn't be able to get these."
"Wait! Holy shit! That's really a D-rank Rank Scroll?"
"Brother, how much are the scrolls?"
"Will you sell one for 50,000? I want three!"
As more and more players gathered around Qin Feng's stall, he raised five fingers and spoke only a few words, "500,000 each."
The moment those words came out, the crowd's enthusiasm vanished instantly.
Everyone started mocking Qin Feng.
Person A: "Are you crazy for money? 500,000 for a D-rank magic scroll? An S-rank magic scroll only sells for a little over a million!"
Person B: "Even if you're the only seller, don't be this ridiculous, man!"
Person C: "Exactly! You're only getting away with this because the Divine Tomb just opened. If people didn't need it for the dungeon, nobody would buy this thing even for 20,000!"
Person D: "If you keep this up, we'll just wait a few days until we reach Silver Rank and enter the dungeon then. It's not like we absolutely need these Rank Scrolls!"
Person E: "You can keep them until they rot in your hands!"
Following Lin Mo's instructions, Qin Feng stood firm no matter what people said.
"Not selling below 500,000."
Just when everyone kept talking and even Qin Feng himself believed there was no way they would sell at that price, something completely unexpected happened.
There really was a rich fool in the crowd.
"I'll take them at 500,000."
A wealthy-looking level 56 Sword and Shield Warrior named [Tong Jingcheng] stepped out of the crowd and said to Qin Feng, "Give me fifteen. That's 7.5 million, right? Let's do a bank card transaction."
Qin Feng froze.
Even after both sides completed the transaction through the official trading platform, with the 3% fee deducted, and the transaction record showed that 7.275 million yuan had been deposited, Qin Feng still felt like he was dreaming.
Only through Divine Oracle did ordinary people truly see just how rich rich people could be.
As news spread that "someone is selling Divine Tomb dungeon passes in Inferno City's South Plaza," it took less than ten minutes for company owners, top rich second-generation heirs, internet celebrities with tens of millions of followers, and gaming streamers to start appearing.
Most of them spent at least 1.5 million and bought three scrolls at a time.
Because three D-rank Rank Scrolls were exactly enough to temporarily raise a Bronze Rank III player's rank to Silver Rank I.
Although at least five players were required to enter the dungeon, meaning fifteen scrolls were needed for an entire team, a price of 500,000 per scroll wasn't something every wealthy player could casually afford fifteen of.
Most buyers only purchased enough for themselves.
Later, they could simply form teams with each other, enter the dungeon together, and split the rewards.
As a result, it didn't take long before several hundred of the 500-plus D-rank Rank Scrolls at Qin Feng's stall were sold.
Qin Feng was completely dumbfounded.
He thought to himself, 'I have to talk until my mouth goes dry just to sell a car worth 100,000.'
'But these pieces of paper costing 500,000 each don't even need me to say anything. People are fighting to buy them.'
'This world is completely insane.'
From beginning to end, a pair of eyes in the crowd quietly watched and observed every person who came to buy scrolls.
Those eyes belonged to Lin Mo.
He observed every buyer.
But none of them felt like the person he was looking for.
Until this moment, a buyer appeared in front of Qin Feng's stall whom Lin Mo found extremely familiar.
And the sight shocked him.
"Give me fifteen."
Qin Feng looked up at the buyer.
Although the man wore a mask, it could not hide the sharpness and edge in his eyes.
That person was Tyrant.