Chapter 2108 - 2135: Poverty Limits Imagination

Chapter 2108: Chapter 2135: Poverty Limits Imagination

Chi Bao Daoist looked at Ye Feng with excitement and asked, "Is anyone going to continue bidding? If not, the Nine-star will belong to Mo Tian!"

However, Ye Feng fell silent and did not continue to bid. At this moment, he saw Mo Tian as nothing more than an idiot, spending thirty billion world crystals to buy an Acquired Chaos Spirit Treasure sword, which normally would be enough to buy two such items.

Seeing Ye Feng remain silent, Chi Bao Daoist loudly announced, "The Nine-star Divine Sword is won by Young Master Mo Tian!"

Dao Ran instantly became furious: "Mo Tian, don’t be so excessive. Every time Ye Feng wants to buy something, you follow suit. What do you mean by that? Are you deliberately targeting Ye Feng? Is this fun for you? Trying to prove you’re wealthy?"

Seeing Dao Ran’s angry appearance, Mo Tian felt a surge of satisfaction: "You’re right, absolutely right. I am indeed targeting Ye Feng. I just want to prove I have money. If you’re broke, go home. Why attempt to participate in an auction!"

Witnessing Ye Feng’s humiliation, Huangfu Tianquan and Zhao Fantian also felt a sense of pleasure.

However, Ye Feng remained relaxed and composed, though a trace of anger stirred within. Little Mo Tian, showing off his wealth in front of me? Compete with me financially—Ye Feng found it laughable.

"Mo Tian, are you trying to compete with me in wealth?" Ye Feng asked lightly, showing a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Mo Tian laughed instantly, with a mocking look in his eyes: "Compete with you? What a joke. To put it bluntly, you, a six-layer martial artist, what qualification do you have to compete with me financially? You don’t deserve it!"

However, Ye Feng was not angry but said lightly, "To be blunt, there aren’t many who are wealthier than me in the Third Layer Heaven, and you, Mo Tian, from the Demon Spirit Clan, just happen to not be among them..."

...After hearing Ye Feng’s words, everyone’s eyes showed disdain, looking at Ye Feng as if he were an idiot, feeling he was bragging: "For a mere six-layer martial artist to be so arrogant, who does he think he is?"

"Yes, he claims only a few are wealthier than him, what a joke. Bragging is something anyone can do!"

However, Mo Tian remained unconcerned, jeering in a Yin Yang manner: "Yes, yes, you are wealthy, you’re the best. Since you are so rich, why don’t you buy something from me as proof to everyone!"

"Sure!" Ye Feng, without any unnecessary words, agreed directly, uninterested in explanations.

"Good! Good! If that’s the case, we’ll all watch your performance!" Mo Tian said disdainfully, looking at Ye Feng.

Subsequently, the auction continued, and the items grew increasingly valuable, quickly reaching the hundredth item.

Until now, Ye Feng had not made any bids. Huangfu Tianquan teasingly asked, "Ye Feng, didn’t you say you’d buy something from Young Master Mo Tian? It’s been a long time, why don’t you make a move or are you just all talk?"

"Yes, yes, go ahead, make a move!" People looked at Ye Feng with disdain in their eyes.

Yet, Ye Feng wasn’t angered by their teasing. Things useless to him or items already possessed, Ye Feng wouldn’t buy solely to vent his anger—he wouldn’t foolishly waste his world crystals.

Ye Feng still had plenty of crystals, far more than he’d ever need. But if not needed, he could save them for his family, friends, and Earth’s martial artists—there was no need to waste them!

At this moment, the auction staff brought up a massive Furnace Tripod. Upon its appearance, a subtle aroma of pills permeated the entire venue, everyone could clearly smell the fragrance.

"Finally here!" Ye Feng’s eyes revealed a hint of light, staring at the gigantic Alchemy Furnace.

Chi Bao Daoist introduced, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a top-grade Acquired Chaos Spirit Treasure-level Alchemy Furnace, Qingxuan. Its importance to an Alchemy Master is beyond words. Starting bid, thirty billion world crystals! Each bid increment must not be less than one billion world crystals. If your family has an Alchemy Master, do not miss it!"

"Sixty billion!" At this moment, a clear, loud voice reverberated throughout the auction.

"What!" Hearing this price, everyone was startled—it was sixty billion!

A full sixty billion crystals, a sum families like the Huangfu Family and Zhao Family couldn’t easily conjure up. Yet now, Ye Feng surprisingly offered a price of sixty billion crystals, astonishing everyone.

Nevertheless, Mo Tian remained calm, showing disdain in his eyes, clearly unperturbed by the sixty billion price. Mo Tian directly offered an exceedingly high price: "Eighty billion!"

"Gasp~~" People present inhaled sharply, eyes showing shock, unable to believe it.

That’s eighty billion crystals, even a top family like the Huangfu Family would have about one-third of its wealth estimated at this amount. Yet now, Mo Tian was willing to offer eighty billion world crystals for this Alchemy Furnace.

"One hundred fifty billion!" Ye Feng remained calm and composed, offering his price lightly...

"What!" Instantly, the venue was in an uproar, eyes filled with shock, completely unable to believe it.

Ye Feng, a six-layer martial artist, could offer this many world crystals. Even Mo Tian couldn’t stay calm now.

Mo Tian was moved, his face looking grim, glaring at Ye Feng: "Kid, you’re calling prices recklessly!"

Yet, Ye Feng was disdainful: "How do you know I’m calling recklessly? If you’re broke, shut up!"

Mo Tian instantly flared up, loudly shouting his price: "One hundred eighty billion!"

"Crazy! Are they crazy?" The Alchemy Furnace’s price is roughly around fifty billion, now they’re giving one hundred eighty billion. Everyone thought Ye Feng and Mo Tian must be crazy.

Nevertheless, Ye Feng remained light-hearted, calm, and slowly offered his price: "Two hundred thirty billion..."

"Madman! He’s a madman!" People present shouted angrily.

Mo Tian’s face appeared extremely grim: "Bastard, I don’t believe you can produce two hundred thirty billion world crystals!"

Ye Feng disdainfully retorted: "Just because you can’t produce them doesn’t mean I can’t. Poverty limits your imagination, understand?"ℯ𝓵.