Chapter 18: Arrival in Modu, Butler Jiang

"A bunch of trash, you can't even handle this little task!"

Sensing the life signs of his subordinates vanishing, Xue Ying Lao Gui cursed inwardly; at the same time, he found it increasingly strenuous to deal with the old man's aggressive attacks one after another.

Being at the same peak of the Earth Martial Realm, this old thing was actually able to suppress him throughout the fight; he truly was a monster.

Since the scheme had already failed, he no longer entangled himself, once again condensing several terrifying blood blades to attack before pulling away and transforming into a streak of blood light to flee into the distance.

"Vice Cult Master!"

The Great Protector also discovered this turn of events; his expression changed drastically, and he immediately prepared to use a secret technique to escape.

However, Lin Lao, having already let one go, would not let him escape either; he immediately raised his hands and condensed three fireballs, each several dozen meters in diameter, which roared toward Lei Hu at extreme speed with scorching high temperatures.

In his terror, Lei Hu took out a Spirit Tool shield, hoping to protect himself.

But in just two seconds, the Tier 4 Spirit Tool shield turned to ash, and he was blasted into the mountain, his life or death unknown.

Zhou Lian swallowed hard; a casual move that shook the mountains and earth—this was the strength of an Earth Martial Realm Martial Artist.

It was fortunate he hadn't thought about using force to snatch the person earlier, otherwise, the medical expenses provided by the Academy would likely only be enough to cover funeral costs.

Ending the battle here, Lin Lao, worried about Jiang Qin's safety, transformed into a stream of light and returned to the train.

He was not surprised when he saw the bloody scene in the carriage, and after glancing at those scattered remains, he noted that the God Cult did not have the habit of abusing corpses.

"A spy?"

"Mm, she was the one who leaked our location." Jiang Qin nodded calmly, eating the potato chips in his hand without feeling the slightest bit nauseated.

"Lin Lao, I solved six peak Spirit Sea Realm cultists and executed a spy, preventing so many flowers of the motherland from turning into dried corpses; I should count as having made a great contribution, right?"

"Hehe, you kid... once we return to the Academy, I will report it and have them settle your Contribution Points."

Lin Lao shook his head and chuckled, though he greatly admired Jiang Qin's ruthless methods toward enemies; this was exactly the kind of talent the Zhenling Academy lacked.

Jiang Qin moved over to Zhou Lian's side and took out those six blood-colored sickles.

"Teacher Zhou, I protected your students, and I'm not asking you for anything good; these six Spirit Tools belonged to those cultists. How about I sell them to you for 20 million each?"

Watching him act as if he had suffered a huge loss, Zhou Lian's mouth twitched.

He wanted to sell these pieces of junk for 20 million each? The market price for a Tier 3 Spirit Tool was only around 10 million; this kid opened his mouth and doubled the price—he was truly black-hearted.

But before he could open his mouth to refuse, a wave of pressure descended upon him, whether intentional or not.

Lin Lao glanced over sideways.

Zhou Lian forced a stiff smile onto his face: "... Deal! I thank you so much."

As it turned out, before he could even catch his breath, Li Yunyan followed suit, taking out a dozen or so Tier 2 Spirit Tools and walking over, saying with a serious face:

"Teacher Zhou, I also protected your students. You should take these Spirit Tools too; I only want 45 million for all of them combined."

"You!"

"Hmm?" Lin Lao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Feeling the pressure on his body increase again, Zhou Lian was almost pressed to the point of vomiting blood. With no other choice, he could only say with a bitter face: "Fine, give me your card number later; I'll transfer it to you once we return to the Academy."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhou." Li Yunyan happily returned to her seat; this much money was enough for her to cultivate to the Spirit Sea Realm.

Only then did Lin Lao satisfiedly disperse the pressure, not feeling the slightest bit like he was bullying others with his power.

Who told you to be so weak? Besides, your Modu Academy is wealthy and powerful, so what's wrong with taking a small loss? Haven't you heard that taking a loss is a blessing?

Zhou Lian took a deep breath; forget it, forget it, just consider it a bonus for protecting these students.

Who would have expected that Jin Zhan, seeing such high prices, would also crowd over.

"Cough, cough, Teacher Zhou, I also have a dozen or so Spirit Tools from the cultists here. Do you think you could also..."

"I'll 'also' your mother!"

Zhou Lian couldn't help but curse and, unable to restrain himself, kicked Jin Zhan flying.

Although the tunnel ahead was blocked, fortunately, the tracks were not damaged.

The train guards went into action together, and after working for more than two hours, they finally cleared away the rubble. After checking that there were no safety hazards, the train started up again.

It should have arrived in Modu at noon, but because of the God Cult's sudden attack, the train only managed to pull into the platform at 4 PM.

The passengers couldn't wait to get off the train and flee.

Today's events had caused them no small amount of psychological trauma, and it would be difficult for them to recover in a short time.

Zhou Lian resentfully led his students away from the station.

Not only had he been robbed during this trip, but he had also lost three freshmen; he would definitely be scolded to death by his superiors upon returning.

Jiang Qin and Li Yunyan followed behind Lin Lao.

Just as the three of them walked out of the station, an old man dressed in a butler's uniform blocked their path.

The old man was kind and benevolent in appearance, his posture upright, and his words made one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.

"Mr. Jiang, could I have a word with you in private?"

Lin Lao narrowed his eyes slightly; a Martial Artist at the limit of the Dharma Image Realm was actually just a servant.

Could it be that some great family in Modu had set their sights on this little guy...

But Jiang Qin seemed to see something, turning his head to say: "Lin Lao, you all go ahead; I might be a little late getting to the Academy."

Lin Lao was somewhat surprised, but he still respected Jiang Qin's decision. After taking a deep look at the butler, he let out a faint aura of the Earth Martial Realm before taking Li Yunyan and leaving first.

After the two had walked far away, the old man bowed slightly:

"Young Master, I was rude just now in order not to expose your identity."

"I am the Head Butler of the Jiang Family."

"The Master and Madam learned that you were admitted to the Zhenling Academy and specifically sent me to deliver your enrollment gift, as well as to prepare some daily necessities for you. They do not oppose your desire to be strong and independent, but providing necessary living conditions for one's own child is also a responsibility and obligation of being a parent."

Jiang Qin felt somewhat helpless, but in the end, he nodded.

The old man and the young man boarded the maglev car parked on the side of the road one after the other.

…

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a famous restaurant in Modu.

Shiwang Canting was among the most expensive even among the many high-end restaurants in Modu; a single meal usually cost millions in Fierce Beast meat.

However, the restaurant was incredibly quiet today because it had been booked out.

Just as he entered the restaurant, two doctors walked over with their tools, intending to examine Jiang Qin.

Under Jiang Qin's puzzled gaze, Butler Jiang explained:

"The news that you encountered an attack by the Church of Gods on your journey has already reached Modu, so I specifically invited doctors over to ensure no hidden injuries are left behind that might affect your cultivation."

"No need, they were just six at the Spirit Sea Peak; they didn't have the ability to hurt me."

Jiang Qin bypassed the doctors and found a seat by the window.

The corners of Butler Jiang's and the two doctors' mouths twitched.

It seems you are only at the Spirit Gathering Realm, so how can you speak of Spirit Sea Peak experts as if they were mere cannon fodder?

Such strength to fight across ranks, even if one looks at the Imperial Capital where geniuses gather, is unmatched by anyone; it is truly worthy of being called peerless talent, unique throughout the ages.