"If he can come up with tens of millions of Spirit Stones, then I can cultivate to the Spirit Severing Cultivation!"
"Haha! That's utterly ridiculous, dreaming with open eyes?"
"Youngsters really speak without restraint..."
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For a moment, many soldiers began to chatter, apparently finding Ding Fan's earlier words unbelievable. In the eyes of everyone, it's not even worth mentioning that the other party could produce tens of millions of Spirit Stones; if he could take out tens of thousands, it would already be quite extraordinary. Many soldiers felt similarly to the deputy general.
They believed Ding Fan was just a foppish young master from some influential family. Although he might have some Spirit Stones on him, at most, it would be a few thousand or a few hundred, which, though a large fortune in the eyes of those soldiers, was nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands mentioned by the deputy general or the tens of millions claimed by him, which was mere boasting.
