"100 million. I want it."
Feng Yun's words cut through the murmurs of the crowd, his voice calm and unwavering. To others, this was madness—buying a treasure you didn't need at four times the price? Only a lunatic would dare to do such a thing.
And that lunatic was standing right in front of them.
"Are you crazy?"
Hu Xian'er's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, her voice laced with concern. She had expected everything in this chaotic auction to unfold, but this move by Feng Yun was something entirely different. It wasn't about power or prestige—this was pure self-will.
"Boy, are you serious?" The man in black, the one who had controlled the Spirit Soul Ember, was the first to react. The offer was almost too good to believe. The Spirit Soul Ember would normally fetch no more than 25 million spirit stones. But here, Feng Yun was offering 100 million.
