Chapter 59: Chapter Fifty-Nine: Fame Soars

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

Countless 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 backpack, 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 Jin Dan, he could already unleash considerable combat power; with sufficient preparation, aided by arrays and unleashing full force without regard to 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 highest cost-to-benefit ratio; I wonder what kind of world this technique originated from—surely it has some method of protecting mortals...

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

"If I have time, I should try to open the Sea of Suffering."

Ye Fan's Dao Scriptures 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 when he was in school...

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

Su Lin paced back and forth, thinking carefully.

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

Items to resist spiritual attacks: brought.

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

That "certain intensity" is quite flexible, but at 1200 points, the effect surely won't be poor.

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 lottery interface, Su Lin fell into indecision once again.

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 more thoroughly than the Four Souls Jade.

You spent 5000 points hiring an employee who can't create value—is that worth it?

He's only temporarily unable to create value; 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 will 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 opportunistic shortcuts—open the chat group and look at your excellent group members; they are steadily accumulating cultivation resources, step by step.

Following reason's guidance, Su Lin shifted his attention from the system lottery 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 and silently resolved: this time in Lu Mingfei's world, I 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: "Making money! I'm filthy rich right now! Hehehe!!!"

Su Lin saw an image: a delicate, ethereal youth, thumb pointing to a mountain of divine source behind him; beside him stood a black dog larger than a man, raising a forepaw to pat the shoulder of a red-haired youth, who wore an expression of distress, furrowed brows, and averted eyes—as if burdened by guilt?

Ye Fan: "At this rate, in six months, I won't even need Elder Jiang to introduce me to the Feng Clan—I'll be richer than any aristocratic sect or holy land."

Ye Fan: "Weigong Shilang's cultivation is too low; his realm is too weak to keep up. The higher-quality items can't be replicated."

Ye Fan: "Selling one King-level weapon is far more profitable than thousands of magical artifacts."

In the Veil of Heaven World, Hei Huang kept looking at the red-haired youth and grew fonder of him—he truly wanted to snatch this guy from Ye Fan and make him his servant; such talent, if he followed the Emperor, he'd 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 Hei Huang had pre-set were triggered.

"Wind's up, let's go!" Ye Fan gathered the divine source and stepped with Hei Huang and Weigong Shilang into the pre-arranged teleportation array.

About ten seconds later.

Sword light, fist shadows, spells, and all manner of attacks 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, the attacker scoffed from the heavens and vanished as a streak of light.

"A Hualong Realm expert?!" a cultivator cried out.

"These people dared sell fake goods to a Hualong expert? How bold..." A sword cultivator suddenly felt his own lost resources were insignificant—the Hualong expert was furious, surely he'd been swindled out of vast resources.

"Forget it. Even a Hualong expert couldn't catch them—we can only give up." A cultivator from the Ji Clan at the Four Poles Realm thought of his clan elders' order: to capture and bring back the recently famed Holy Body, forcing him to kneel and confess.

"I've memorized his face—a red-haired little brat," spat a cultivator from the Yao Guang Holy Land.

These bastards—no idea how they forged them, sold a decent spear artifact for less than a third of market price; I thought I'd found a fool who didn't know its worth, 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! All fake! Not even a trace of mundane iron in the artifacts!

"Let's go find that annoying Holy Body!" A Yao Guang Holy Land cultivator waved his hand and departed with several junior disciples.

"Let's go find that little brat, the Holy Body too," said a female cultivator from the Zi Fu Holy Land, leading her followers aboard a treasure ship as they departed.

A cultivator scratched his head in confusion: "Why is everyone after the Holy Body? Even my sect elder told me to go deal with that Holy Body."

"Brother Dao, you too?" The disciples of Yan Yun Sect turned to the cultivator beside them, surprised.

Hearing their conversation, disciples from other factions and even some demon races all expressed that they or their sects had grievances with the Holy Body.

"Puff!!" Some guessed what had happened; others, enraged and injured by the exploding fake artifact, spat out a mouthful of blood—luckily, their sectmates quickly fed them a pill, and their injuries gradually eased.

The damage from the fake artifact's explosion was minor and healed quickly, but the humiliation was immense!

"Ancient Holy Body!"

"Ye Fan!!!"

On this day, the name of the Holy Body once again echoed throughout all the sacred sects and powers.