Lu Zhan travels across the six realms carrying his grandfather's spiritual bamboo teacup. This teacup has a quirk - it can measure the true value of all things.
Immortal Lord's star orbit authority? "Only 10% discount on last-minute items that smell rancid."
The greedy core of the concept god? "Mixed with tears, it's worth half a handful of forget-me-not grass."
The Immortality Pill of the Holy Path? "Stealing the life of a mortal and sticking it to the underworld."
With the angelica grass that can resist forgetfulness, the eye for treasures that can see through hypocrisy, and the Taoist inkstone that makes flowers bloom from dead bones, he chopped down from the dusty market to chaos. The Immortal Lord scolded him for being a mortal, so he used a fair scale to weigh the Immortal Scale: "Your price is wrong."
After all, here in Lu Zhan, one goodwill is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the heartbeat of a mortal is heavier than ten thousand fairy mountains - you have the final say on the price of everything.
