Cultivation Begins

Yet he did not understand that Yang Chen's frown was not because the number of spirit stones had frightened him. Rather, he felt that keeping a low profile seemed useless when dealing with Zhang Huafeng.

Yes, there was a kind of person who had to be beaten, who had to be shown the truth through absolute strength before he would understand what was really going on.

Clearly, Zhang Huafeng was exactly that sort of person.

His original plan had merely been to raise the bid a little, then stop once Zhang Huafeng reached the limit of what he could bear. That way, he could save some spirit stones as well.

But what happened? Zhang Huafeng simply did not understand.

It was not just Zhang Huafeng. The other martial artists also burst into laughter, clearly seeing Yang Chen as nothing more than a clown dancing on a stage today.

Trying to compete with Zhang Huafeng for a treasure was truly a foolish choice.

Listening to Zhang Huafeng and the surrounding crowd mock him, Yang Chen shrugged. Then he said, "One thousand top-grade spirit stones!"

When those words fell, everyone was briefly silent before being utterly shocked.

"What!"

"One thousand top-grade spirit stones!"

"This kid hasn't recognized just how vast the gap is. Has his brain gone bad?"

Zhang Huafeng was also startled. Pointing at Yang Chen's nose, he said, "Kid, if you don't have that many spirit stones, don't bid. You know what will happen to you. Even if the West Wind Merchant Association lets you off, I definitely will not."

Yang Chen yawned. "What, Young Master Zhang, aren't you continuing to bid? Whether I have spirit stones or not should not be something Young Master Zhang needs to worry about on my behalf."

Hearing this, the West Wind City Lord