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"Hiss, three fourth rank spiritual cores, and six third rank spiritual cores?"

Many spirit masters took a sharp breath. Feng\'s Centipede is a Tier 4 spiritual beast, and the fact that it managed to kill three spiritual beasts of the same rank indicates its considerable strength. Indeed, the young master of the Snow family is no ordinary person.

"These spirit cores are just something I casually collected during my training. Alas, it\'s a pity. You won\'t have any chance for such training if you don\'t discard that Flame Cat," Fang said with a tone of mock pity as he taunted Regret, spinning three Tier 4 spirit cores in his hand without any attempt to mask his derision.

"Three Tier 4 spirit cores, six Tier 3 spirit cores, for a total of twenty-one gold coins," Mark said flatly, then pulled out a small handful of gold coins from a drawer, placing them on the counter. With a gentle wave of his hand, the spirit cores, still slightly warm from Feng\'s touch, neatly fell into various jade boxes.

The spiritual energy contained within a spirit core diminishes over time. These jade boxes could securely lock in the spiritual energy of the cores to prevent leakage.

"As a token of our past friendship, and considering you won\'t be able to compete with me in the future, I\'ll give you this gold coin," Feng said, patting Regret on the shoulder and provocatively tossing a gold coin in front of him.

"Clang!"

Just as Feng moved his hand, Regret\'s arm moved subtly, and the pouch filled with spirit cores landed heavily on the counter with such force that it made Feng involuntarily shiver. The coin fell to the ground, rolling away with a tinkling sound.

"What are you doing?" Feng began to outburst, but the words caught in his throat. His eyes widened in shock, and his open-mouthed expression looked particularly ridiculous.

The spirit cores spread out on the counter like a small mountain. At that moment, the bustling noise in the shop seemed to dissipate entirely. Everyone stared in a daze at the shimmering spirit cores, as if those cores were the entire world.

"Boss, give me an estimate," Regret said with a faint smile as he gently stroked the head of Red.

"Th..this is impossible!" Feng\'s face turned as red as a pig\'s liver, and his voice sounded slightly rushed.

"Regret, you collected spirit cores for so long just to mess with me, didn\'t you? You really put in a lot of effort just to embarrass me," Feng sneered as he finally found a reason he could believe.

"Judging by the spiritual power fluctuations inside these spirit cores, they were all obtained just yesterday. They also bear a faint, restrained flame aura, along with slight claw marks on the surface. If I\'m not mistaken, these were all hunted by your spirit beast, weren\'t they?" Mark\'s eyes finally showed a hint of surprise as he analyzed, looking at the flame red beast around Regret\'s neck.

"Senior Mark, you have a keen eye. I truly admire you," Regret responded with a smile and a respectful salute. With Regret\'s confirmation, the surroundings immediately became noisy, and voices filled with disbelief erupted everywhere. The eyes that looked at Regret became complicated, no longer showing the previous disdain.

Feng\'s eyelid twitched, and an endless fury erupted in his eyes. The multi legged centipede at his feet suddenly reared up its hideous body, poised with legs moving quickly, ready to tear Regret apart at any moment.

"Thinking of making a move?" Regret couldn\'t help but laugh.

Fighting in the Atlas shop was akin to seeking death. Even without him taking action, someone would come and throw Feng out. They wouldn\'t care about Feng\'s status as the young master of the Snow family.

"You\'ve got guts. Next time we meet, you won\'t be so lucky."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Feng let out a cold snort, turned around, and pushed through the layers of people around him. The strange looks he received made him feel like he was being pricked by a thousand needles.

"Your coin!" Regret picked up the coin that had fallen to the ground, smiled, and threw it towards Feng.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and in Feng\'s eyes, a coldness surged up. "Daring to make me lose face in front of many people, you useless fool, better not give me a chance to catch you, or you\'ll regret it!"

"Everyone, blocking the entrance of Atlas Shop, my small business can\'t afford this loss."

Mark chuckled, and the onlookers, after a polite gesture, quickly dispersed. Despite Mark appearing to be just a shopkeeper, with Atlas shop backing him, even the usually arrogant Feng dared not cause trouble here, let alone them.

"Please wait a moment, sir. Due to the abundance of spirit cores you have, I need some time." Mark smiled and gestured, prompting a waiter to quickly bring a chair from behind the counter and place it respectfully behind Regret.

"Thank you." Nodding, Regret pulled the chair and sat down without hesitation, watching as Mark carefully sorted the spirit cores.

Mark \'s skills as the manager of the Atlas Shop were indeed impressive. Since Regret entered the shop, his demeanor and actions subtly sparked a favorable impression.

"Mr. Regret, here are one fifth grade spirit core, thirty four fourth grade spirit cores, one hundred seventy two third-grade spirit cores, in addition to first and second grade spirit cores, totaling four hundred and nine gold coins."