Spinel Gang Novels & Stories

"It's not blood ruby! It's rare blood spinel!" She gestured to the crowd, explaining, "The first cut only revealed a small section, which led to the wrong conclusion. But this is undeniably blood spinel, one of the most valuable kinds of gem on the market." The onlookers surged forward, eager to confirm for themselves. "It really is blood spinel! This stuff is even rarer than green tourmaline, and it's worth far more." "Plus, look at the size of Andrew's piece—it's way bigger than Aspen's! This round isn't even close."

The heat was so horrible that they felt their blood was boiling. The red spinel was sucked into Chu Xun's palm. Just as he had expected, it was a piece of Fire Spinel. Fire Spinel was usually produced in magma, and it was hard for it to come into being and for others to get it. Though the Fire Spinel in Chu Xun's hand was just a semi-finished product, it could easily burn a half Human King into ashes. Since they were deep into the jungle, where did this Fire Spinel come from? How could it be swallowed by a wolf? The whole thing appeared strange.

Each stack was of at least three thousand spinels, which meant that there were at least fifteen thousand top-quality black spinels in that ring. Ding Hao's heart pounded. He felt he had just hit the jackpot. Those black spinels alone were considerable wealth. What the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had accumulated for thousands of years could add up to just hundreds of thousands of superb black spinels. Those stacks were equivalent to more than a seventh of what the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect had. He instantly became an eligible bachelor, the tall-rich-handsome. Ding Hao swallowed hard; he moved away his eyes from the black spinels, and saw a long saber floating in the space.