That''s right, as Ye Feng''s funds were revealed, everyone present was shocked.

    "What the heck! Three hundred billion in cash? What on earth does Lord Ye do? Does he print money?"

    "Print money? Even printing money doesn''t work this fast, this is freaking scary."

    "Is this what a godly tycoon is like? If I had these three hundred billion, how many cultivation resources could I buy?"

    "Phew! I made a joke, saying Lord Ye couldn''te up with twelve billion."

    "Chen Wu, that idiot, dared to doubt Lord Ye and got pped in the face, didn''t he?"

    ….

    Indeed, seeing the three hundred billion disyed for Ye Feng, everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Ye Feng as if they''d seen a ghost.

    At the same time, when they looked at Chen Wu, their expressions became even more disdainful, all wanting to see Chen Wu make a fool of himself.

    Originally, Chen Wu was still waiting for Ye Feng to embarrass himself, anticipating that Ye Feng couldn''te up with so much money.

    However, Ye Feng actually had three hundred billion, which directly shocked him into silence, his expression bing very unpleasant.

    Indeed, when ites to status, he''s no match for Ye Feng.

    And now in terms of money, he was instantly reduced to nothing by Ye Feng, bing aughingstock.

    "Is this the power of Lord Ye?" Seeing Ye Feng with so much money, even Feng Gu was startled and mumbled in awe.

    "So much money? Where did he get it?" Even Second Master Feng''s expression was a bit off.

    He even suspected for a moment that Ye Feng had emptied the treasury of the Divine Dragon Guard, converting everything to cash.

    "Alright, why don''t you continue bidding!" After confirming the funds, Ye Feng looked at Chen Wu with disdain and taunted.

    But Chen Wu said nothing, with a sullen face, turned around and left.

    "Haha! You bragged about offering double of Lord Ye''s bid, why the sudden retreat?"

    "Your boastful stance was impressive, but now turning away so shamefully is just pitiful."

    ….

    Seeing Chen Wu turn and flee without a word, everyone treated him as the biggest joke on the spot.

    "Let''s trade!" After Chen Wu left, Ye Feng took out a bank card, ready to make the transaction.

    "Lord Ye, why not stick to twenty million?" epting Ye Feng''s bank card, the stall owner timidly said.

    Ye Feng was a member of the Divine Dragon Guard, and in the hierarchy, second only to the Dragon God. How could he dare sell at a high price to such a big shot?

    "No need, right?" Ye Feng replied nonchntly.

    Once a price of over twelve billion was mentioned, Ye Feng intended to pay just that.

    Besides, buying a piece of Spirit Grass for over twelve billion was really a bargain.

    Items useful to Ye Feng, he would buy without hesitation, even if they were priced sky-high, feeling he''s struck a great deal.

    "Lord Ye, spare me!" Hearing Ye Feng''s words, the other trembled in fear and quickly pleaded: "I truly dare not sell at that price!"

    "Alright, do as you please." Seeing the other''s reaction, Ye Feng reluctantly shook his head.

    "Thank you! Thank you!" Seeing Ye Feng agree, the other nodded in joy, expressing his gratitude.

    In the end, the other charged Ye Feng twenty million and sold the Jade Soul Grass to him.

    "Here, have a pill!" After acquiring the Spirit Grass, Ye Feng handed over a pill to the other person.

    This kind of pill, in Ye Feng''s eyes, was quite mediocre, designed for mid-level members of the Divine Dragon Guard, being far less superior than what Ye Qian and others previously used.

    "This is!" Seeing the pill in Ye Feng''s hand, the other person was shocked.

    Indeed, while this pill seemed mediocre to Ye Feng, it was considered a valuable item by ordinary people.

    Not to mention, even that middle-aged man from the Divine Dragon Guard was nonplussed upon seeing the pill in Ye Feng''s hand.

    Though he could receive a simr pill, his quota was limited each month.

    Seeing this pill now, he felt an urge to seize it for himself.

    If even members of the Divine Dragon Guard were reacting this way, how could other onlookers feel any different?

    "Such a good pill, that person really hit the jackpot!"

    "Lord Ye is so generous, why didn''t such good fortune fall upon me? Such envy."

    "Ah! Why not me?"

    Immediately, sounds of jealousy and envy echoed from those surrounding.

    Originally, that person wasn''t interested, but the pill was too tempting, and eventually, he epted it.

    "Thank you, Lord Ye." After epting the pill, he quickly expressed his thanks.

    "Here, have some." Meanwhile, Ye Feng also gave the man from the Divine Dragon Guard a bottle of simr pills, containing about five pieces.

    "Thank you, Lord Ye! Thank you, Lord Ye!" Receiving the pills, he was so excited he almost cried.

    "Let''s go! Keep browsing." After the transaction, Ye Feng intended to continue browsing.

    "Lord Ye, may I apany you?" Second Master Feng didn''t leave, but offered to apany him personally.

    "If you have things to do, just go ahead, no need to keep mepany." Ye Feng intended to decline.

    "Nothing at all, what could I possibly have to do?" Second Master Feng replied with a shake of his head before Ye Feng finished speaking.

    "Alright then!" Seeing his insistence, Ye Feng didn''t persist.

    Thus, apanied by Feng Gu and Second Master Feng, Ye Feng continued his tour.

    Witnessing Ye Feng''svishness, handing out pills like that, everyone got excited and hurriedly brought out everything they had, hoping Ye Feng would take interest and reward them with a pill.

    "A three-thousand-year-old herb? What''s the price?" Seeing a live three-thousand-year-old herb, Ye Feng promptly asked.

    "Thirty million!" The other quoted an extremely low price.

    Normally, such a herb would sell for over fifty million, but to please Ye Feng and receive a pill, he insisted on lowering it to thirty million.

    "I''ll buy it!" Ye Feng took out his bank card.

    "Thank you, Lord Ye!" Afterpleting the transaction, the other smilingly returned the bank card to Ye Feng.

    "You also deserve a pill." Hearing the herb''s value was over fifty million and hard toe by, Ye Feng rewarded him with a simr pill.

    "Thank you, Lord Ye! Thank you, Lord Ye!" Holding the pill, the person was nearly faint with excitement.

    Seeing this scene, others showed envious expressions, hoping with their hearts that Ye Feng woulde to their stalls to buy something.

    Consequently, the entire vige started to revolve around serving Ye Feng alone.

    As for Ye Feng, anything that caught his eye triggered a spree of purchasing.

    A thousand-year-old herb for just a few million? Bought!

    A two-thousand-year-old herb for only ten million? Bought again!

    Several hundred-year-old herbs, just a million? Not buying!

    ….

    In no time, Ye Feng acquired arge amount of precious herbs.

    However, Ye Feng was now extremely discerning, having no interest in herbs under a thousand years.

    Of course, a single or a couple of thousand-year-old herbs wouldn''t earn a pill from Ye Feng; only several-thousand-year-old herbs, or bulk purchases, might receive one.

    Everyone who got a pill was smiling with excitement.

    Those who didn''t receive one were downcast, feeling they''d missed out on a fortune.

    Ye Feng''s pills, seemingly trivial to him, were invaluable treasures to those people….