When the people in the hall saw the available balance scrolling on the advertisement screen, everyone was stunned.

"My heavens, an available balance of over three hundred million. And here I thought myself, a small loose cultivator, impressive for being able to take out a few million. Turns out I can't even match the change in his pocket!"

"Such a terrifying figure. How many lifetimes would it take to spend all this money?"

"So scary. This young master Shen has really kept a low profile!"

With their minds filled with mixed thoughts, the crowd's gaze towards Shen Qiang became incredibly complex.

"Who is this Shen Qiang, really? Just an impulsive doctor who has recently made himself known in the ordinary world? His medical skill remains unclear, but the way he poisons is mysterious and elusive, as hard to detect as the horns of a chamois. And so wealthy, his backing must be very powerful indeed."

"Over three hundred million in available balance, damn it all, could he be the scion of some reclusive sect?"

"Such a terrifying method of poisoning, and such a frightening amount of available balance. Could he be the heir of the poison demon that made the cultivation world tremble 300 years ago?"

And within their complex looks and emotions,

the one who truly felt shocked was Jing Haotian, whose face had turned pale.

Unlike ordinary cultivators to whom one billion and three billion were astronomical figures anyway,

as a scion of a prestigious family, Jing Haotian had been receiving exceptional education since childhood and had a broad perspective.

Therefore, he understood very well that money lying dormant in a bank account couldn't bring returns. Real wealthy people would only use money for investment.

Clearly,

Shen Qiang was one such person.

There wasn't much money in his bank account, and he was low-key in both his dress and actions. But when he needed money, he could swiftly gather a substantial amount of funds.

This money could either be from investments Shen Qiang had made previously, or perhaps Shen Qiang had a powerful background which was why Wanxin Hesheng was willing to let him overdraft. Either possibility proved that Shen Qiang was not the trash he had imagined.

"Perhaps, this guy, might be a formidable opponent in my pursuit of Xu Nan!"

Just as this surprisingly startling thought emerged in Jing Haotian's mind,

a middle-aged woman in simple attire and a capable demeanor not far from Mr. Ni smiled.

"It seems that the talent of young master Jing and the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment are indeed trash in Mr. Shen's eyes. Otherwise, with over three hundred million available, it would be too easy for him to buy them."

Upon hearing this, a buzz immediately rang out in the hall.

"Right, with so much money, he didn't buy the Blood Ganoderma Bone Healing Ointment. The only possibility is that he didn't fancy it."

"My god, he doesn't even fancy the legendary Spiritual Medicine. Just what is Shen Qiang's background, and how strong must his sect be?"

"No wonder he's not afraid of the Jing family scion; his capital is so substantial after all."

Hearing the surrounding discussions, Jing Haotian's face darkened. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and then with a proud smile, spoke in a relaxed and confident tone.

"Oh, an available balance of over three hundred million, it appears I have misjudged. So now, I retract what I said before, you Shen Qiang, have the qualifications to be my opponent."

Gazing at the confident and carefree, handsomely featured Jing Haotian, several female cultivators in the hall immediately felt a surge of admiration.

"Wow, that's the Jing family scion for you. A true man can bend and stretch; he's just so cool."

"Yes, yes, falling down isn't a big deal; who hasn't stumbled in life? It's those with undying confidence who can march forward courageously."

"Young master Jing is amazing, acknowledging mistakes and willing to change, surely he has a boundless future ahead."

The words of the female cultivators made Jing Haotian's gaze even more proud.

But just then, Shen Qiang, who was sitting on a chair, spoke calmly and indifferently, "You want to be my opponent? How boring. I'm not interested in defeating trash."

In an instant, there was silence in the hall.

All eyes were focused on Shen Qiang.

After all, at the very beginning, when Jing Haotian's follower treated Shen Qiang as a rival, Jing Haotian made it clear that considering trash like Shen Qiang as his opponent was an insult to him.

But unexpectedly, as the auction neared its end, the previously overbearing Jing Haotian had lowered his head, recognizing Shen Qiang and treating him as the enemy.

Shen Qiang, on the other hand, clearly stated that Jing Haotian was not worthy of being his opponent.

Just how arrogant and presumptuous was this guy?

What decided whether a person was successful was to look at their opponents.

Defeating an old farmer, at best, made one a big grain producer; defeating a small-time thug, at best, made one a local strongman.

But who was Jing Haotian?

A scion of a mid-tier, powerful Huaxia Cultivation Family!

Being regarded as an opponent by him was already a significant acknowledgment of Shen Qiang's strength for many cultivators.

Yet Shen Qiang didn't even consider him worth noticing.

My goodness, could it be that only the top-tier families in Huaxia were worthy of being his opponents?

"Shen Qiang, the last time someone spoke to me like this, they ended up with their limbs broken, forced to rummage through trash for a living," Jing Haotian said, his expression darkening.

Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow indifferently, "If you threaten me again, you won't be able to make it home alive."

Compared to Jing Haotian's threat, Shen Qiang's words were undoubtedly calmer.

But thinking about Shen Qiang's miraculous means of poisoning, his words made those present shudder even more.

Realizing the atmosphere had become awkward.

Xu Nan, with a gradually chilling gaze, spoke out, "Please settle personal grievances in private. The asset verification has ended, and the auction can continue now."

Hearing this, the auctioneer immediately said, "Mr. Shen has bid one hundred and sixty-five million..."

"Wait a moment!" Shen Qiang interrupted calmly, "Previously, what did Jing Haotian say? He suspected that I didn't have money and was recklessly pushing up the prices. But now that the asset verification is over, and he only has one hundred and forty million, his earlier bid is clearly inflated. So, is there any need to continue this auction?"

Hearing this, Jing Haotian's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly, proudly saying, "I, Jing Haotian, have a credit limit of ten million at Wanxin Hesheng!"

The eyes of everyone around him lit up at once.

"Amazing, the young master of the Jing Family. Even in the notoriously stingy Wanxin Hesheng, which never allows credit, he has a credit limit of ten million? Damn, last time I took part in an auction, they wouldn't even let me overspend three thousand."

"That's because you lack the power. Although I'm not nearly as impressive as young master Jing, I can still get credit for a hundred thousand here."

"Hahaha, although I'm merely the sect leader of a minor sect, I can still get credit for seven hundred thousand here."

Amidst the chatter of the crowd.

Shen Qiang, with an indifferent sneer, said, "Even if you have one hundred and fifty million, it's too bad because that price was offered by me, and you've reached the limit of your wealth. Your bid of one hundred and fifty-five million is obviously inflated."

"Therefore, I demand that the auction be terminated immediately. The final price for the 'Daluo Heavenly Tribulation Heart Sutra' is one hundred and fifty million!"

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