Upon hearing Feng Yuan's words, Feng Qingtian sighed helplessly and said,

"Feng Yuan, you should keep your personal savings for yourself. The family requires an enormous number of spirit stones, and the little you have, even if contributed to the family, would be like a drop in the ocean."

Feng Qingtian was well aware of how many spirit stones Feng Yuan had. Having 30,000 low-grade spirit stones was already considered a lot for him.

Feng Yuan required a vast amount of resources for his daily cultivation—whatever he received, he used up quickly. How could he have any excess spirit stones?

However, Feng Qingtian was still comforted by Feng Yuan's thoughtful gesture.

Seeing his father's refusal, Feng Yuan insisted, "Father, this is just a small token of my appreciation. It may not be much, but I won't feel at ease until you accept it."

Thirty billion low-grade spirit stones… Indeed, not much—barely a fraction of his wealth.

Seeing Feng Yuan so enthusiastic, Feng Qingtian chuckled and shook his head, then casually took the storage ring from Feng Yuan's hand.

"Alright then."

Feng Qingtian probed the space inside the ring, and his expression shifted from curiosity to utter shock, leaving him frozen in place.

He went from being dazed to confused, to astonished, and finally to excited.

Lifting his head, Feng Qingtian asked in a trembling voice, "Feng Yuan, where did you get all these spirit stones?"

Feng Yuan calmly smiled and replied, "They're from my master."

Seeing Feng Qingtian's shocked expression, Feng Yunqian frowned and took the storage ring to check for himself.

"Let me see what's going on!"

In an instant, his expression mirrored Feng Qingtian's—utter disbelief.

His eyes widened as he scanned Feng Yuan, nearly on the verge of blurting out, "What the...?"

His face was filled with confusion and shock.

Could this be real?

My heavens!

Seeing their reactions, Feng Yuanba quickly grabbed the ring to check for himself.

"I need to see what's going on here!"

But soon enough, his expression matched theirs.

"This... This is thirty billion low-grade spirit stones!"

Feng Yuanba, lacking the composure of his brothers, blurted out, his face filled with disbelief.

"Thirty billion low-grade spirit stones! Even the entire Wang family's reserves wouldn't exceed ten billion. We've just surpassed their thousand-year savings threefold!"

"What? Thirty billion low-grade spirit stones?!"

The Second and Fourth Elders, as well as the Fifth Elder, took turns examining the ring, their expressions becoming equally stunned.

It was indeed thirty billion low-grade spirit stones!

Their gazes fixed on Feng Yuan, their eyes full of confusion—this nephew of theirs seemed completely different from the person they thought they knew.

First, he killed Li Qiu with a single strike, and now he casually pulled out thirty billion low-grade spirit stones, calling it a "small token of appreciation."

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Is this your "small token"?

A "small" gesture amounting to thirty billion spirit stones?

Soon, they snapped out of their astonishment, and Feng Qingtian couldn't help but ask,

"Feng Yuan, these must be cultivation resources your master gave you, right?"

Feng Yuan's eyes lit up. Ah, a perfect excuse! He immediately replied,

"Exactly, Father, you've figured it out. The Feng family is my home, and now that we're in trouble, how could I not step up? Feel free to use these thirty billion spirit stones; I have plenty of resources left."

"Besides, my master is incredibly powerful. He doesn't care about these small amounts of spirit stones."

He placed all the responsibility on his fictional master.

After all, Feng Yuan couldn't reveal the system—that was his greatest secret. If he came up with another excuse, it would likely raise suspicion. It was much easier to say he had a powerful master.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingtian finally relaxed, his face breaking into a smile.

"Good! You truly are a son of the Feng family."

Feng Yuanba, equally delighted, added,

"Feng Yuan's master can casually give him thirty billion spirit stones for cultivation. He must have reached an unimaginable level. Why should we fear the Wang family?"

Feng Yunqian frowned and said,

"Fourth Brother, strength is what truly matters. Relying on others is never a long-term solution."

Feeling embarrassed, Feng Yuanba scratched his head and replied,

"I was just speaking casually, Second Brother. Why take it so seriously?"

Feng Qingtian suddenly said,

"Feng Yuan, these spirit stones are yours. Once we get through this crisis, we'll return the surplus to you."

He knew that Feng Yuan's cultivation was the most important thing, and he didn't want to hinder his progress by using his resources.

Feng Yuan's tone became firm:

"Father, I said you should use these resources. Whether for the younger disciples or for yourselves, feel free to use them. I don't lack spirit stones."

Seeing their disbelief, Feng Yuan waved his hand, and three more storage rings appeared in his right hand.

"See these rings? Each one contains thirty billion low-grade spirit stones. If you run out, just ask me. I'm not short on spirit stones. If needed, I can ask my master for another hundred billion or so."

"Crack!"

The teacup slipped from Feng Yunqian's hand and shattered on the ground.

Just moments ago, he thought the thirty billion spirit stones would secure the family's future, so he had relaxed and taken a sip of tea. But then, Feng Yuan casually hit him with a bombshell.

Another ninety billion spirit stones!

And if they ran out, Feng Yuan could just ask his master for more, in amounts like a hundred billion? What kind of absurd master was this?

Feng Yuan tossed the rings onto the table, saying,

"If you don't believe me, check for yourselves."

Feng Yunqian quickly examined each ring, and sure enough, each one contained thirty billion low-grade spirit stones.

He gulped and glanced at his stunned brothers, silently nodding his confirmation.

The hall fell into a stunned silence—no one could find words to speak.

The entire Wang family had accumulated only ten billion spirit stones over a thousand years, and now Feng Yuan had casually surpassed them without breaking a sweat.

Was the gap between them really this vast?

Feng Yuan retrieved the three rings and said nonchalantly,

"Thirty billion spirit stones aren't much."

Though his tone was calm, it felt like a heavy blow to everyone present.

Thirty billion spirit stones are "not much"?

That's thirty billion! Do you even hear yourself?

Feng Yuan continued,

"Father, as the Young Master of the Feng family, I'm giving these thirty billion spirit stones to develop the family."

"And like I said, if we run out, just tell me. I truly don't lack spirit stones."

Originally, Feng Yuan had planned to give them some heavenly treasures as well, but after thinking it through, he decided it was best to take things slow. Besides, those treasures would be hard to explain—thirty billion spirit stones would suffice for now.

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