"Hahahaha."
Finding it amusing, Jin Jun laughed out loud.
At his current level, there was no way he would truly regard Zhang Yu before him as a competitor.
But after laughing, he understood that he could not simply leave as though nothing had happened.
After all, Zhang Yu had publicly announced his intentions, which was equivalent to issuing him a direct challenge—to compete with him in an artifact-forging project.
If he left without saying a word, it might negatively affect his reputation in artifact forging.
Especially since he did not know the personalities of Zhang Yu and assistants like Zi Yun Zhen beside him.
What if they were all blabbermouths like Feng Tingting?
If they spread rumors afterward, saying Zhang Yu had challenged him face-to-face while Jin Jun had hurried away without a word, would he not be smeared for nothing?
Thus, Jin Jun gave a faint smile and raised one finger.
A flicker of light and shadow flashed over his fingertip, projecting a set of steadily growing numbers.
10
50
120
"This is the funding I have currently raised for the Heavenly Sun Brilliant God project."
As Jin Jun spoke, the number on his fingertip continued to grow. In the blink of an eye, it had jumped to 300 Spirit Coins, then continued soaring upward.
As those Spirit Coin figures were displayed, waves of light and shadow churned through the Spirit Realm. Murmurs seemed to rise throughout heaven and earth.
Legend said that when immortals descended into the world in ancient times, dharma conches would sound, heavenly flowers would rain down, rosy clouds would stretch ten thousand zhang, and auspicious beasts would race across the land—along with countless other phenomena.
In modern times, displaying a large quantity of Spirit Coins could trigger all kinds of phenomena.
When the number