Chapter 83: This Is True Perspective!

“Hahaha.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yifeng burst out laughing:

“According to regulations, any additional loot obtained during field escort missions is generally disposed of by our escort team ourselves.”

Hearing this, Lin Mo exhaled in relief.

That’s good then.

Since it’s ownerless property we can handle as we see fit, everything’s negotiable.

“Captain Shen, name your price—I’ll buy it.”

Lin Mo spoke directly.

But Shen Yifeng shook his head and handed the scroll straight to Lin Mo, his tone serious and sincere:

“Buy it? Take it!”

“If not for your Longxu Team’s help, not only would this scroll be gone, but every single person on this convoy might’ve died—this would’ve been a major disaster.”

“You earned first-class merit. This loot belongs to you—it’s only right.”

Shen Yifeng knew exactly what he was doing.

It wasn’t just out of gratitude.

It was because of Lin Mo’s terrifying potential.

A three-element mage, level 20, soloing a beast surge, turning the tide at the critical moment.

Even fools could see how terrifying Lin Mo’s future achievements would be.

Right now, showing him favor and building goodwill—this deal was a guaranteed profit.

Better to give this hot potato to the future “Magic God” than sell it for cash.

But Lin Mo didn’t reach out—he refused:

“One thing at a time.”

“Without you holding the front line, I wouldn’t have had the output environment.”

“We’re all risking our lives. I won’t take this for free.”

Lin Mo wasn’t short on money.

As the young master of Tianlan Magic Herb Group, any problem solvable by money wasn’t a problem for him.

Debts of favor are hardest to repay. If I can buy it, why owe a favor?

Seeing this, Shen Yifeng frowned, still trying to force the scroll into Lin Mo’s hands:

“Lin Mo, you’re being too formal! We’re soldiers—defending our homeland is our duty. Our lives are already borrowed; why care about this little thing? Take it!”

Lin Mo smiled helplessly, stepping back half a pace, and said seriously:

“Captain Shen, if you won’t take the money, this scroll burns my hands.”

“The guys all have families. Many got hurt this time—medical bills, resettlement fees, they all cost money. If I take this, what do you expect them to live on?”

“Enough. Don’t argue. Captain Shen, if you don’t accept, I won’t take the scroll.”

Looking at Lin Mo’s determined eyes, a warm feeling surged in Shen Yifeng’s heart.

This young man wasn’t just strong—he was principled, and it felt good.

He sighed, smiling wryly:

“Fine. Since you put it this way, let’s follow the old wilderness team rule—open bidding. The proceeds will be split equally among everyone.”

Lin Mo nodded, cheerfully saying:

“Alright then… I’ll bid thirty million Dragon Nation credits!”

“Puh—”

Xiao Liu, who was drinking water, spat it out instantly.

The other escort team members all stared wide-eyed, doubting their ears.

“Duo… Duo Shao? Thirty million?”

It wasn’t their fault.

Temple scrolls like this rarely appeared on the market—they were usually traded privately among top guilds or wealthy families through special channels.

For escort team members living on fixed salaries to support their families, this thing was pure legend.

And thirty million…

To them, this number was astronomical!

It was what they’d save in ten years of living on nothing!

“Lin Mo, this is too much…”

Shen Yifeng hurried to refuse.

“Not too much.”

Lin Mo waved his hand. “This scroll is priceless. If it went to auction, thirty million might not even be enough to win it.”

“Besides, it’s to calm everyone’s nerves.”

“They risked their lives—can we really let them go home empty-handed?”

Shuowan ， Linmozhuantoukanxianghanmengyaodengren ， Xiaozhewendao ：

“According to bidding rules, does anyone want to raise the bid?”

Han Mengyao rolled her eyes and sheathed her spear: “I’m ice-element. Do you want me to burn this lightning-fire scroll as paper?”

Han Mengqing simply spread her hands:

“I’m a support.”

Chu Lingxuan also shook her head: “I’m a light-element knight. I don’t need it.”

Seeing no one else speak, Lin Mo scanned the rest of the escort team.

“Anyone else? Go ahead—don’t hold back.”

The others exchanged glances at Lin Mo’s extravagance.

Raise the bid?

What joke? He opened at thirty million—how could anyone top that?

Who had that much liquid cash?

Seeing no response, Shen Yifeng announced:

“Alright, no further bids. The scroll is Lin Mo’s.”

Lin Mo didn’t hesitate—he stowed the scroll in his inventory.

Then he asked Shen Yifeng for a bank account number and transferred the money on the spot.

“Ding—”

Less than half a minute later, Shen Yifeng’s phone vibrated.

Looking at the long string of zeros in the deposit notification, his hand trembled slightly.

“Then… thank you, Young Master Lin.”

Shen Yifeng no longer refused—he gave a solemn military salute.

Behind him, the team members saluted in unison, their gazes filled with gratitude and awe.

This is true perspective!

Strong in power, solid in character, and damn rich!

Is this what a true master looks like?

Just then,

Lin Mo’s phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

He pulled it out—it was his mother, Su Wan.

“Hello, Mom.”

Instantly, Su Wan’s anxious voice came through:

“Mo’er! My son! Are you okay?!”

“I just heard your train was attacked by a massive beast surge?”

“Are you hurt? Say something! Are you trying to kill your mother?!”

Hearing his mother’s concern, Lin Mo’s heart warmed:

“Mom, I’m fine, perfectly fine. I’m even answering your call, aren’t I?”

“Quick, turn on your camera—I need to see you!”

Su Wan urged urgently.

Lin Mo sighed and activated video call.

The camera swung—he waved his handsome face, then panned around the group.

“See? Everyone’s safe. The crisis is over.”

On screen,

Su Wan wore a professional suit, the background clearly a high-end conference room.

“Hello, Auntie!”

Han Mengqing chirped sweetly.

Han Mengyao and Chu Lingxuan politely waved.

Seeing this, Su Wan finally relaxed:

I was so scared… I was truly terrified. If anything happened to you, how would your father and I even live?

Come on, Mom, don’t worry—I couldn’t possibly get into trouble…

Lin Mo comforted Su Wan.

On the other side.

Han Mengqing suddenly whispered:

“Huh? Isn’t that Ms. Su?”

“Ms. Su? Which Ms. Su?”

Han Mengyao froze.

Han Mengqing excitedly explained:

“Sis! Don’t you read financial news? Su Wan! Chairwoman of Tianlan Magical Pharmaceuticals, the largest magical pharmaceutical conglomerate in Jiangnan Province!”

“Wait—Tianlan Magical Pharmaceuticals? The one that monopolizes 70% of the high-grade magical pharmaceutical market in the province?”

Chu Lingxuan was also stunned.

Their gazes toward Lin Mo changed instantly.

No wonder he could casually pull out thirty million.

So he’s a super-rich second-generation heir…

Lin Mo said into the phone:

“By the way, Mom, I’ve got something to tell you.”

“Just now, the boss dropped a [Temple of Thunder and Fire Scroll], the kind that drops materials for combo techniques.”

“I talked it over with the guards, and we bought it for thirty million.”

“Is that price worth it?”

On the other end, Su Wan’s eyes lit up instantly:

“Temple Scroll? Worth it! Extremely worth it!”

“A scroll like that—don’t even say thirty million. At auction, it’d be bid up to three hundred million in minutes!”

“If you find more of these, buy them all! If you need money, just tell me!”

Lin Mo smiled:

“Alright, good. I just had enough in my account to pay. Mom, transfer me a bit more later, or I won’t be able to afford meals at school.”

“Pfft, what’s the big deal?”

Su Wan waved her hand grandly, radiating authority:

“I’ll have finance transfer you fifty million right away. If that’s not enough, ask for more. Buy whatever you want—don’t deprive yourself.”

“As long as you’re safe, money’s just paper!”

Those around them listened to the mother-son exchange, exchanging bewildered glances.

Is this what the world of the rich is like?

Thirty million is a bargain, fifty million is pocket change…

Lin Mo exchanged a few brief words with his mother, then ended the call.

The moment he hung up, he felt dozens of eyes turn toward him.

“Uh… what?”

Lin Mo rubbed his nose.

“Rich guy, let me ride your coattails!”

Han Mengqing beamed with flattery, “I can cheer ‘666’ and add buffs—can I get some pocket money?”

Lin Mo rolled his eyes:

“Go away, go play somewhere else.”

At that moment.

Boom—boom—boom—

A thunderous roar echoed from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

From the distant clouds, a massive formation of armed transport aircraft roared toward them.

“Reinforcements… finally arrived.”

Xiao Liu, watching the aerial display, felt a wave of emotion.

Though the crisis had passed, seeing such swift and overwhelming support filled him with deep security.

Shen Jun straightened his uniform and said to Lin Mo:

“Lin Mo, let’s go—we’ll report the situation together.”