Chapter 59: Chapter Fifty-Nine: Fame Soars

One week later, at night, a lantern lit up on Water Mirror Peak.

A vast expanse of stars and a crescent moon hung high in the sky; their combined light made the floating immortal peak ten thousand meters above less dark.

Su Lin once again counted the items in his storage artifacts and system inventory, checking for anything he might have forgotten and needed to retrieve.

Only when it was time to depart did Su Lin realize his confidence was not as strong as he thought.

True, as someone nearing the breakthrough from Foundation Establishment to Golden Core, he could already unleash considerable combat power; with sufficient preparation, aided by arrays and unleashing full strength without regard for exhaustion, he could erase an entire city from the map in a short time.

The Heaven-Forget technique may not be the best, but it is currently the most cost-effective—wonder what kind of world this technique originated from; surely it had some way of protecting mortals...

Su Lin had considered learning the Dao of the Cover Heaven world, but human energy is limited; with less than a year passed, already reaching this state was more than enough.

If I have time, maybe I should try opening the Sea of Suffering.

Ye Fan’s Dao Scripture had been sitting on the Wangshu Pavilion’s shelves for over half a year.

His talent is clearly lacking, yet he wants to learn everything—if only he’d had this same eagerness to learn back in school...

Forget it, better think again about what else I can bring.

Su Lin paced back and forth, carefully pondering.

This trip to Lu Mingfei’s world won’t be short—I must prepare thoroughly.

Items to resist spiritual attacks: brought.

【Reni’s Hair】: Reduces spiritual skill damage within a certain intensity by seventy percent; the bearer is favored by Reni, exempt from spiritual illusions of a certain intensity, granted clarity—My Hero, may you never be deceived.

That “certain intensity” is oddly vague, but at 1200 points, the effect surely won’t be weak.

Plus the jade pendants stored on Water Mirror Peak—take them too.

The rest will have to rely on the Historical Projection?

Gazing at the lucky draw interface, Su Lin fell into indecision once more.

Numerous voices arose in his mind.

I’ve quit for months now—treating myself to one reward isn’t too much, is it?

No, Su Lin, don’t let desire breach the walls of reason!

Hold on, hold on.

Think of the Great Expansion Pearl, think of the Great Expansion Pearl shattered even more thoroughly than the Four Souls Jade.

You spent five thousand points on an employee who can’t generate value—is that worth it?

He merely can’t generate value for now; his potential is still immense.

Save, save, you must save.

Save until one million points to exchange for the Dao Immortal Body—even without three years of Great Ascension, five years to ascend to Immortality—think how many years it’ll take you to reach Great Ascension, how many points you’ll need to exchange for Sand of Time, is your comprehension sufficient?

Enough. Don’t waste money on such shortcuts. Open the chat group and look at your excellent group members—they’re steadily accumulating cultivation resources, step by step.

Following reason’s guidance, Su Lin shifted his attention from the system’s lucky draw interface to the chat group.

Let me check the chat group—no one’s speaking.

Su Lin: “Everyone must be working hard on cultivation lately?”

Su Lin closed the chat group, silently resolving that in Lu Mingfei’s world, he must find a way to earn ten thousand points.

Ding—

Someone replied?

Ye Fan: “What nonsense are you talking about? Cultivation?”

Ye Fan: 【Image】

Ye Fan: “Earning money! I’m filthy rich now! Hehehe!!!”

Su Lin saw an image: a delicate, ethereal youth pointing at a mountain of divine source behind him; beside him, a black dog larger than a man raised a forepaw to pat the red-haired youth’s shoulder as if praising him, while the red-haired youth wore a pained expression, furrowed brows, and averted eyes—as if burdened by guilt?

Ye Fan: “At this rate, in half a year, I won’t even need Elder Jiang to introduce me to the Wind Clan—I’ll be richer than any aristocratic sect or holy land.”

Ye Fan: “Emiya Shirou’s cultivation is too low; his realm is too weak to keep up. The higher-tier items can’t be replicated.”

Ye Fan: “Selling one King’s Weapon is far more profitable than selling thousands of magical artifacts.”

In the Cover Heaven world, Black Emperor kept looking at the red-haired youth and grew fonder of him—he truly wanted to snatch him from Ye Fan and make him his servant; such talent, follow this Emperor, and you’ll never lack imperial scriptures or techniques.

This is a walking source mine.

Should I sneak him away while Ye Fan isn’t looking?

Shhh—

A piercing sound came from afar—the array runes Black Emperor had laid earlier were triggered.

“Wind’s up, let’s go!” Ye Fan gathered the divine source and stepped with Black Emperor and Emiya Shirou into the pre-set teleportation array.

About ten seconds later.

Sword beams, fist shadows, spells—all forms of attack flattened the entire mountain range.

A hand seal, wreathed in misty aura, descended from beyond the heavens; with a blinding flash of light, a bottomless chasm appeared across hundreds of miles of land.

As if confirming no one had hidden via earth-digging methods, the attacker scoffed from the heavens and vanished in a streak of light.

“A Transformation Dragon Realm expert?!” a cultivator cried out.

“How dare these people sell fake goods to a Transformation Dragon expert? How bold...” A sword cultivator suddenly felt his own losses were insignificant—the Transformation Dragon expert was furious, surely he’d been swindled out of vast resources.

“Forget it. Even a Transformation Dragon expert couldn’t catch him—we’ll just accept defeat.” A cultivator from the Ji Clan, at the Fourth Pole Realm, thought of his clan elder’s order: capture the renowned Holy Body and bring him back to kneel and confess.

“I’ve memorized his face—a red-haired little brat,” a cultivator from the Yaoguang Holy Land growled.

These bastards—no idea how they made the fakes—sold a decent long-spear artifact for less than a third of market price. I thought I’d stumbled upon an ignorant fool, even bought my younger sister a decent sword at half price—the Dao patterns clearly bore a master’s hand.

Now I see—I’m the fool! These bastards! Everything’s fake—there isn’t even a trace of ordinary iron in the artifacts!

“Let’s go find that annoying Holy Body!” The Yaoguang Holy Land cultivator waved his hand and departed with several junior disciples.

“Let’s go find that little brat, the Holy Body too,” a female cultivator from the Zifu Holy Land led her followers aboard a treasure ship and left.

One cultivator scratched his head in confusion: “Why is everyone after the Holy Body? My clan elder also ordered me to deal with that Holy Body.”

“Brother Dao, you too?” Several disciples from the Yanyun Sect stared at the nearby cultivator in surprise.

Hearing their conversation, disciples from other factions—even some demonic races—all expressed that their sects or themselves had grievances with the Holy Body.

“Puff!!” Someone guessed the truth; others, enraged and injured by exploding fakes, spat out mouthfuls of blood—luckily, their companions quickly fed them pills, and their injuries gradually eased.

The damage from the exploding fakes was minor and healed quickly, but the humiliation was immense!

“The Ancient Holy Body!”

“Ye Fan!!!”

That day, the name of the Holy Body once again echoed throughout all holy lands and factions.