Chapter 124: Visitors from the Red Skull

Lin Yi’s words immediately irritated Feng Gaozhuo; it was nothing short of a robber’s mentality. Yet, he couldn’t retort—after all, Lin Yi’s fists packed a powerful punch, having already slain two Spirit Lords.

Lin Yi cast a cool glance at Feng Gaozhuo. In truth, if the Feng family hadn’t tried to scheme against him, he would not only have handed over full control of the spirit stone mine to them but also offered his protection. But since the Feng family had grown greedy, attempting to conceal the mine’s existence and monopolize it for themselves, Lin Yi had no choice.

It must be noted that Lin Yi held half the shares of the jade mine.

Feng Gaozhuo opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Feng Yi.

With a stern voice, Feng Yi said, “Our Feng family is willing to follow Mr. Lin’s arrangements.”

Lin Yi nodded and then tossed a bottle of elixir to Feng Yi.

“Mr. Lin, what is this?” Feng Yi asked, puzzled.

“A Vitality Pill. It can regrow your arm,” Lin Yi said calmly. He was giving something valuable while expecting future cooperation from the Feng family.

“Really?” Feng Yi’s face lit up with joy. The Vitality Pill was practically a life-saving elixir.

Having lost an arm meant his strength had dropped by at least half. If other masters took advantage of his weakness, it could spell doom for the entire Feng family.

The others’ eyes brightened as well.

Feng Yi swallowed a pill immediately. Soon, a small segment of his arm began to regenerate.

Though just a small piece, it gave him hope—he wouldn’t have to live as a one-armed warrior forever.

Without hesitation, Feng Yi consumed the pills one by one until all the Vitality Pills were used, and his arm fully restored.

“Great-grandfather, try moving your arm!” Feng Yuling said happily.

“Alright,” Feng Yi squeezed his palm, adjusting, and said, “It’s exactly like before, just a bit paler in skin tone.”

“Paler is better,” Feng Yuling laughed.

Ye Shuang’er, having witnessed Feng Yi’s arm regrowth, smiled brightly. “Mr. Lin, do you have more of these pills? I’m willing to buy them at a high price.”

Martial artists were naturally combative; no one could guarantee eternal health.

“We do. One herb for one pill. For innate realm masters, five pills suffice for complete restoration; grandmasters need about fifteen,” Lin Yi explained briefly.

Ye Shuang’er quickly asked, “Mr. Lin, do you still buy spirit stones?”

The Ye family wasn’t skilled in alchemy, so even if they had herbs, they converted them into pills at the earliest.

“I do, but only mid-grade spirit stones. One gram for one pill,” Lin Yi said.

He already possessed millions of low-grade spirit stones and controlled a spirit stone mine, so low-grade stones were plentiful.

“Good,” Ye Shuang’er agreed immediately and continued, “I currently have only five grams of mid-grade stones. Mr. Lin, give me five pills first.”

Lin Yi tossed five Vitality Pills. The ingredients for these pills were relatively easy to find, so he didn’t mind parting with them.

The Feng family also purchased some Vitality Pills, just in case.

After the Feng family left, Lin Yi called Zhang Tianfang.

Soon, Zhang Tianfang arrived with Zhang Xinyi.

When Zhang Tianfang heard over the phone that Lin Yi wanted him to manage a spirit stone mine, he was stunned.

This meant Lin Yi regarded them as trusted allies; otherwise, he wouldn’t entrust such a significant matter to the Zhang family.

Even without additional perks, the abundant spiritual energy within the spirit stone mine was a reward in itself.

“Mr. Lin, long time no see,” Zhang Tianfang greeted politely.

Lin Yi glanced at him indifferently and got straight to the point. “From now on, your Zhang family will manage this spirit stone mine. If any problems arise, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Zhang Tianfang shuddered. Lin Yi was generally easygoing, but when angered, he was terrifying.

“Mr. Lin, the spirit stone mine is of great importance. If a master comes to investigate, our Zhang family may find it hard to resist,” Zhang Xinyi said.

“That’s easy. I’ve set up a defensive array and an offensive array on the mine. Their power can kill a half-step Spirit Lord. Also, I’ll give you an assistant. If you encounter problems you can’t solve, just ask it,” Lin Yi said, then threw two jade talisman array plates.

These arrays differed from the disposable ones he gave Yao Shijie before; these were permanent, provided the arrays weren’t broken.

Zhang Tianfang carefully accepted the array plates, secretly delighted. An array capable of killing half-step Spirit Lords could trap and eliminate many foes if used well.

Lin Yi added, “I also placed a Spirit Gathering Array on the mine. You can come to train anytime you want.”

Zhang Tianfang and Zhang Xinyi exchanged glances, realizing this was Lin Yi’s true reward.

“Thank you, Mr. Lin,” Zhang Xinyi smiled sweetly before running inside excitedly.

Zhang Tianfang shook his head. He wanted to enter too, but with Lin Yi present, he dared not leave him alone.

“All right, I’ll be off,” Lin Yi said, took out his flying vessel, and with a thought, it transformed into a streak of light, swiftly departing.

Watching the sky where the light had vanished, Zhang Tianfang envied deeply. “No wonder Mr. Lin is so skilled; even his transportation is extraordinary.”

He retracted his gaze, strode leisurely into the mine with his hands behind his back.

Upon entering, Zhang Tianfang felt a rush of freshness; his pores opened wide.

Everywhere was filled with mist of spiritual energy. An ordinary person breathing it in could live healthily and ward off disease.

“The spiritual energy here far surpasses that of the Martial Association’s training rooms. Mr. Lin truly gave our Zhang family a great opportunity,” Zhang Tianfang sighed, deciding all he needed to do was serve Lin Yi well in the future.

“By the way, the Blood Oath Alliance branch in the Mountain Province needs to step up its efforts,” Zhang Tianfang said, taking out his phone and moving to a spot with full signal to make a call.

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Back home, Lin Yi immediately consumed top-grade spirit stones.

Unfortunately, as each Golden Core increased, the resources required multiplied by hundreds or thousands.

A single head-sized top-grade spirit stone only fulfilled one-tenth of his needs.

To advance further, he needed at least nine more stones of that size.

Fortunately, he had plenty of high-grade spirit stones. After using them all, his strength rose by another tenth.

“Only eleven Golden Cores so far, and progress is this slow. To reach eighteen, I don’t even want to imagine how many resources I’ll need,” Lin Yi sighed. He had thought himself wealthy but realized he was still poor.

“Xiao Hei, come here,” Lin Yi called. He could communicate with Xiao Hei telepathically.

Soon, a large head appeared through the window.

Lin Yi planned to send Xiao Hei to the spirit stone mine. The mine was crucial, and no accidents could be allowed.

Time flew by, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

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Less than half a month remained before Lin Yi’s advanced training.

One day, Yu Xiaoyu suddenly visited.

Lin Yi invited her into the villa. Yu Xiaoyu gazed at the mist-filled living room, her envy unmistakable.

“Is there something you need?” Lin Yi asked calmly, sipping tea.

“Mr. Lin, you should remember Wei Jun,” Yu Xiaoyu spoke urgently.

“Mm,” Lin Yi nodded. At the Snake Valley entrance, he had crippled Wei Jun’s arms.

“Well, Wei Jun is backed by a faction called the Red Skull, one of the Five Great Powers of the Fiery Summer, quite strong. They supposedly have several Spirit Lords,” Yu Xiaoyu explained.

“Wei Jun was a Red Skull prodigy, but now that Mr. Lin crippled him, the Red Skull people want to come and discuss compensation,” Yu Xiaoyu said.

She had rushed over, worried Lin Yi might clash with the Alchemy Alliance.

The Snake Valley deal was directly with the Wei family, so the Alchemy Alliance had no jurisdiction.

But Lin Yi had crippled a Red Skull prodigy, so compensation was the least of it; death would be a real disaster.

“Oh? If they want compensation, let them come themselves,” Lin Yi said with a calm smile.

Suddenly, he paused and smiled wryly, “Speak of the devil.”

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A black Lamborghini slowly stopped outside Villa No. 8.

The car stopped, and a man and a woman stepped out.

The woman was in her thirties, stunningly beautiful with wavy, tousled hair, dressed provocatively, every movement exuding irresistible allure.

The man was burly, also in his thirties, with a square face, clad in a black tank top and military pants.

These two were the Red Skull’s envoys: Liao Mei and Bi Deming, both half-step Spirit Lords. Together, they could even rival a full Spirit Lord.

“Heh, that Wei Jun is such a loser, getting crippled by some wild kid,” Liao Mei sneered.

Her strength ranked ninetieth on the World Ranking List. Although only a few tiers above Wei Jun, the power gap was immense.

“Whether Wei Jun is a loser or not, he’s our Red Skull prodigy. We invested much effort in him,” Bi Deming said.

“Hey, have you heard about this Mr. Lin who can kill Spirit Lords? Is it true?” Liao Mei asked, her expression turning serious.

“Impossible. That’s just rubbish gossip. Spirit Lords are like gods. Even if we join forces, we can barely fight one or two. Plus, I investigated—the Mo family’s elder is a fake Spirit Lord,” Bi Deming shook his head.

“Heh, I’m just saying. There’s no way he killed a real Spirit Lord. But the kid does have talent; at just over twenty, he can kill a fake Spirit Lord,” Liao Mei said.

Though she said this, she looked down on Lin Yi’s unorthodox ways and the Mo elder’s fake status.

“Wait, look—is that spiritual mist?” Bi Deming pointed at the villa.

Even within Red Skull, few places had such rich spiritual energy.

For a mere country bumpkin to possess such a treasure made them envious.

“No wonder this kid’s strength improved so fast. He has such a prime location,” Liao Mei said sourly.

Bi Deming’s eyes flickered as he pondered how to seize this precious land.