Facing Qin Shaofeng's blatant disregard, Yuwen Lingyun's expression turned extremely ugly.
In Yuwen Lingyun's view, the moment he stepped forward, the other party would surely treat him with utmost respect.
Then, with his status, all he had to do was say a few words and make a few promises, and the other party would most likely obediently hand over that strand of Immortal Spirit Qi.
It had to be said that Yuwen Lingyun had indeed been born well.
Yet it was precisely because of his birth that he had become somewhat unnaturally inflated.
Had he not considered whether the mere status of a junior marshal like himself could truly make someone hand over something worth nine hundred billion auction points?
Nine hundred billion auction points were equivalent to nine million Heaven-grade top-grade spiritual medicines.
Was the face of some so-called junior marshal worth that much money?
What a joke!
Of course, if it had been someone else—if the person who had obtained this Immortal Spirit Qi had been the head of the Wei Family or the Wu Family—Yuwen Lingyun would never have acted this way.
He had decided that people without any real status, such as Qin Shaofeng and Wufeng, would fawn over a future marshal like him.
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Qin Shaofeng's initial disregard had already exceeded his expectations.
He did not believe that the other party did not know who Yuwen Lingyun was.
The title of junior marshal, Yuwen Lingyun, was known throughout Supreme City. Even across the entire Immortal World, there were probably only a handful of people who did not know him.
He had decided that Qin Shaofeng was doing it deliberately.
This stirred some anger in his heart. Seeing that Qin Shaofeng was about to obtain that Immortal Spirit Qi, Yuwen Lingyun finally could