Chapter 36: Everyone in the City Wants to Grab This Treasure Mountain
"Mr. Lin, this report must be filed for record immediately."
After reviewing the testing data, the staff members of the Resource Management Bureau rushed to Qingsong Ridgeovernight.
"Mystic Gold is a strategic resource. With reserves exceeding 10,000 tons, it must be entered into the city's resource monitoring list. The preliminary reserves of your vein exceed 200,000 tons, and we do not have the authority to keep it confidential for you."
Lin Chuan glanced at the time.
Three-seventeen in the morning.
"Fine, file it then."
He had not intended to hide it either.
Such a massive mineral vein could not be hidden just by covering it with a couple of tarp sheets.
Just a few minutes after the electronic report was uploaded, Lin Chuan's cell phone rang.
The first company to contact him was Haicheng Wanlong Mining.
The other party was willing to offer 1.2 billion yuan to buy out the priority exploration and mining rights of Qingsong Ridge entirely.
The second offer was even more generous.
"Mr. Lin, we can provide 200 million yuan in development funds first, and we will be responsible for all equipment, technology, and sales channels."
The man on the other end of the phone spoke in a gentle tone.
"You are still young and have no experience managing a mining area. We only need 51% of the mining rights, and all the remaining profits will belong to you."
Lin Chuan fell silent.
"Something worth 8 billion, and you want to buy half for 200 million. Are you sick, or am I sick?"
"Mr. Lin, you cannot calculate accounts like that. The valuation of a mineral vein does not equal actual profit, and there are huge risks in mining."
"Alright then, do you guys not have a 1.6 billion vein on hand? I will give you 50 million to buy 51% of your mining rights, will you sell it or not?"
"Ahhhhh!! This... this..." Encountering a hard-to-answer question, the other side stopped talking.
Lin Chuan said:
"Damn it, none of you are willing to sell yours, how do you even have the face to open your mouth to me! Get lost!"
The person on the other end was choked up for a long time.
The phone call was hung up directly.
The third phone call came from the Song Clan, one of the four major chambers of commerce in Haicheng.
An elder of the Song Clan did not discuss the price first; instead, he started talking to Lin Chuan about seniority.
"Xiaochuan, I have known your father for more than twenty years, and I even held you when you were little. The Mystic Gold mine concerns Haicheng's weapon industry, and it is not something a young person can swallow all by himself."
"Grandpa Song, let us put the matter of you holding me aside for now."
Lin Chuan opened the contract sent by the other party.
"You are offering 800 million and want 70% of the profits. Do you think that when you held me when I was little, you shook my brain into pieces?"
The tone of the elder of the Song Clan sank.
"Business is not just about money; it is also about human favors. Only if you give up a portion of your profits can the various families in Haicheng help you block the pressure from the outside."
"You want 70% in one breath, why do I feel like all the pressure is coming from you!"
Lin Chuan dragged the contract into the recycle bin.
"Young man, you have not seen much of the world. When teaching you, you must learn with an open mind. You do not really think your Clan can rely on its own strength to exclusively enjoy this Mystic Gold mine, do you?"
"Get lost quickly, you stupid old fogey. If you have no sincerity, what the hell are you talking here for, wasting time."
"No! You little bas—"
Just as the elder of the Song Clan was about to curse, beep beep beep, Lin Chuan hung up the phone.
He did not even give his biological father face now, let alone an elder of the Song Clan like him.
Unfortunately, after cursing him a couple of times, this elder of the Song Clan was not even classified into his list of enemies.
In less than half an hour.
Two mining groups, three weapon companies, and the four major chambers of commerce had all contacted him once.
Gu Shanhe printed out the nine contracts and arranged them neatly on the desk.
The highest offer was 1.8 billion.
The lowest was only 600 million.
Yet their demands were more numerous than the last.
Some wanted controlling stakes, some wanted exclusive purchasing rights, and one even wanted to arrange its own people for the mining area's security.
Lin Chuan specifically picked up the contract with the lowest price and read it carefully once more.
Gu Shanhe was somewhat puzzled.
"This one has the worst conditions. What is worth reading in it?"
"I am studying it."
Lin Chuan flipped to the page on profit distribution.
"If I want to rob others in the future, I can just change the name on this contract and use it. Things written by professional companies are indeed very thorough."
Gu Shanhe pushed that contract away.
"Do not study these things yet. The mine has not even been officially excavated, and nine factions have already come knocking. The people staring at Qingsong Ridge will only increase from now on."
The computer on the desk suddenly beeped.
The Resource Management Bureau's first ownership confirmation was officially completed.
[Owner of Qingsongling Forest Farm: Lin Chuan!]
[Holder of Priority Exploration and Mining Rights for the Mystic Gold Mineral Vein: Lin Chuan!]
[Ownership Status: Independent Personal Asset!]
[Other Rights Holders: None!]
Just as Gu Shanhe finished downloading the electronic certificate, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
Lin Nan walked in with two lawyers.
He had obviously just received the news as well, and even a button on his coat was buttoned incorrectly.
"Stop all cooperation immediately!"
Lin Nan slammed a lawyer's letter onto the table.
"Qingsong Ridge originally belonged to the Clan, and you have no right to dispose of it privately. The value of the mineral vein concerns the entire Clan, and a clan meeting must be reconvened to decide."
Lin Chuan sat without moving.
"Since when did Qingsong Ridge belong to the Clan?"
"It was originally an asset of the Clan!"
Lin Nan pressed a palm down on the desktop.
"When it was transferred to you initially, it was because the geological report showed that there was no development value there. I calculated the gift at a price of 47.6 million, not giving you an 8 billion Mystic Gold mine together with it!"
By the time he reached the end, his voice had already changed.
8 billion.
The reputation of the Clan as one of the four major chambers of commerce sounded very impressive.
Yet all of the Clan's industries combined did not even amount to 8 billion in net assets.
As long as this mineral vein remained in the hands of the Clan, Lin Nan's status in Haicheng could immediately rise to another level.
Even the Longdu Main Family would have to proactively send people over to discuss cooperation.
But this mountain was given away by his own hands.
Whenever Lin Nan thought of his own signature, he wished he could chop off that hand and grow a new one.
The lawyer beside him opened the document.
"Mr. Lin Chuan, when President Lin signed the gift agreement, he did not know that there were major minerals underground. Both parties had a fundamental misjudgment of the asset's value, and we have the right to apply to revoke the gift."
"What kind of bullshit are you applying for!"
Lin Chuan picked up the lawyer's letter and glanced at it.
He projected the original transfer agreement onto the screen.
All key clauses were marked in red.
[This gift is an unconditional gift!]
[The donor voluntarily waives the right of revocation!]
[Regardless of any changes in asset value, the validity of the agreement shall not be affected!]
Below were Lin Nan's signature, fingerprint, and notary number.
Lin Chuan brought up the notary recording again.
Lin Nan in the footage was sitting in the same conference room, answering very crisply.
"I have understood all the terms."
"Whether Qingsong Ridge appreciates or depreciates in the future has nothing to do with me."
"This gift will never be revoked."
The video playback ended.
The conference room fell silent.
At that time, Lin Nan was afraid that after getting the forest farm, Lin Chuan would in turn stop Lin He's 80 million yuan in cultivation resources every year.
In order to complete the exchange as soon as possible, he was the one who had his lawyer add all the harsh clauses.
Now, every single word was blocking his retreat.
Lin Nan stared fixedly at the screen.
"You knew there was a mine there all along, didn't you? You little beast, you plotted against me!"
Lin Nan raised his hand to point at Lin Chuan, his fingers trembling.
Lin Chuan leaned back in his seat, pillowing his head with both hands: "Old beast, is plotting against you illegal?"
Lin Nan was extremely annoyed: "You clearly knew that mountain was worth 8 billion, yet you deliberately watched me give it to you!"
"I raised you for seventeen years, and this is how you repay me?"
Lin Chuan's smile faded.
"You raised me to seventeen, so everything of mine should belong to you, huh."
"Then you raised Lin He to seventeen, why is he still reaching out to the Clan for money every day?"
Lin Nan's expression stiffened.
The lawyer behind him quickly changed direction.
"Mr. Lin Chuan, you are still a minor. According to regulations, minors cannot independently manage martial arts assets valued at over 1 billion yuan."
"You do not need to worry about that for him."
A voice came from outside the conference room.
Lawyer Wang, left behind by Elder Lin before his death, walked in holding a black briefcase.
He placed two documents on the table.
"Before the old master passed away, he had already established an independent asset supervision plan for Lin Chuan."
"As long as he undergoes Awakening for combat talent and passes the Martial Artist certification, he can independently manage the martial arts assets under his name. No guardian may transfer them on his behalf, nor may they change the beneficiary."
Below the document were the dual seals of the Provincial Martial Arts Association and the Haicheng Notary Office.
[Independent Management Qualification: Valid!]
[Guardian Disposal Authority: None!]
Lin Nan's last path was also completely blocked off.
His complexion turned from red to white.
The anger was still there.
But what was even more painful than anger was that that mountain truly could not be taken back.
47.6 million.
8 billion.
There was a full difference of 7.9524 billion in between.
This money originally should have belonged to him.
It originally could have made all the clan elders continue to listen to him.
Now, it had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
Lin Nan suppressed the dull pain in his chest and finally took a step back.
"I can return the original evaluation price to you."
"47.6 million, transferred in one lump sum. Qingsong Ridge will be transferred back to the Clan, and this matter will be treated as if it never happened."
Lin Chuan almost laughed out loud.
"Sure."
Lin Nan suddenly raised his head.
"You agree?"
"Clan discount price: 8 billion."
Lin Chuan pushed the receiving account in front of him.
"In light of the fact that you raised me for seventeen years, I will not charge you interest."
Lin Nan felt a tightness in his chest and almost tore up that account slip on the spot.
Several Clan elders who received the news also rushed to the conference room at this time.
After reading the transfer agreement, they looked toward Lin Nan.
A neutral clan elder spoke up first.
"Back then, we did not agree to transfer Qingsong Ridge. It was you who insisted that the forest farm had no value and taking it out could appease Lin Chuan."
"Now that the mineral vein is gone, are you planning to make the entire Clan bear the loss?"
Another clan elder slammed the mineral vein report onto the table.
"8 billion is enough for Lin He to spend 80 million every year for a full hundred years!"
"Lin Nan, you have really been doing foolish things frequently lately. You have almost made the Clan lose all its face. Are you even competent or not?!"
Lin Nan's fists clenched tighter and tighter.
He wanted to curse Lin Chuan.
But the contract was signed by him.
He wanted to refute the clan elders.
But the 8 billion report was right there on the table.
In the end, all that remained in his mind was Lin He's resource list of 80 million per year.
Looking at it before, it was the price that must be paid for a Genius to grow.
Looking at it now, every single line made his heart burn with anger.
"You alone cannot digest such a massive mineral vein." Lin Nan dropped a harsh threat, then left with the clan elders.
After he left, Gu Shanhe also became deeply worried.
Chapter 37: Then I will just find Shifu, right?
Sure enough, Haicheng's actions started very quickly.
The next day, at 9:00 AM.
"Mr. Lin, we have to pull the equipment back."
Two large mining machines had just been driven into Qingsong Ridge, and before they could be unloaded, the driver locked the fixtures back up.
The project manager of the equipment company stood to the side, his expression extremely awkward.
"It's not that we don't want to do business, but the headquarters just issued a notice. The project risk Level of Qingsong Ridge is too high, and all rental contracts are temporarily suspended."
Lin Chuan looked at the contract that had already been stamped.
"What about the breach of contract penalty?"
"Refunded in double, we will transfer the money right now."
The project manager visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Chuan double-checked the received amount.
"Alright, the money has arrived, you guys can leave."
The project manager hesitated for a moment, but still reminded him in a low voice.
"Mr. Lin, I'm afraid this matter is not just our company's decision. Last night, the Haicheng Chamber of Commercesent a joint risk notice to all mining enterprises."
"Chairman Lin's name is also on the list of initiators."
Lin Chuan understood.
Since Lin Nan couldn't take back the forest farm, he simply had the entire Haicheng stop doing business with him.
As soon as the equipment company's cars left, Gu Shanhewalked over holding a tablet.
"Three banks rejected the development loan, and two transport companies canceled their quotes."
There are also several companies whose equipment prices temporarily increased by forty percent.
The weapon enterprises originally prepared to purchase Mystic Gold also requested to renegotiate the contract."
He clicked open one of the emails.
[Prerequisite for cooperation: Transfer fifty percent of the mineral vein income rights!]
[Mystic Gold purchase price: Fifteen percent lower than the market price!]
[Mining area management rights: Jointly supervised by the cooperative partners!]
After reading it, Lin Chuan almost laughed out of anger.
"Taking away half of the profits, and still squeezing me for fifteen points on the price? Are these people all mentally problematic?!"
But Gu Shanhe couldn't laugh.
"Mountain development requires large-scale equipment, hundreds of millions in initial capital, and long-term transportation channels. The major enterprises in Haichenghave all joined the Chamber of Commerce Alliance, which can indeed trap us in the short term."
"What about finding a provincial capital company?"
"If the other party wants to enter Haicheng, they also need local warehousing and transportation cooperation."
Gu Shanhe closed the email.
"This is why they dare to offer such conditions."
"They can't snatch the mineral vein away, but they can make it impossible for us to start work."
Lin Chuan walked to the unsealed borehole.
Two hundred thousand tons of Mystic Gold are buried underground, generating security and personnel costs every day.
The longer it drags on, the higher the costs he bears.
The other party is obviously waiting for him to panic first.
Lin Chuan took out his phone and replied to all the cooperation emails.
[Conditions remain unchanged.]
[If you are unwilling to cooperate, then don't cooperate.]
[Mystic Gold buried underground won't expire anyway.]
Seeing the content of the reply, Gu Shanhe furrowed his brows even deeper.
"Young Shifu, are you planning to drag this out indefinitely?"
"They think that since I have eight billion, I must immediately convert the eight billion into cash."
Lin Chuan kicked away a piece of gravel at his feet.
"But I'm not short on meal money right now. Since Haicheng all wants to carve up my mountain, not a single shovel of dirt shall be dug."
"I'd rather let the Mystic Gold sleep with the earthworms for a few more years than feed half of the mineral vein to them."
When Ye Qinghe walked out of the mobile testing station, she happened to overhear the last sentence.
"The Medicine King lineage has its own medicinal herb transport team, and also has long-term agreements with banks cooperating with the Provincial Martial Arts Association."
She took off her protective gloves and came before Lin Chuan.
"I can contact my family. Hundreds of millions in development funds might not be immediately available, but the equipment and transportation channels should be able to be resolved."
Lin Chuan shook his head.
"This is a matter between me and the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce. Once your family steps in, the original cooperation of the Medicine King lineage will also be affected. There is no need for your Ye family to offend so many people for no reason."
Ye Qinghe looked at him.
"Since I proactively spoke up, I have already considered the consequences."
Lin Chuan smiled.
"Goodness me, is this your version of wrath for the sake of a beauty?"
"I give up on you. Facing such huge pressure, you can still crack jokes."
"Actually, there isn't much pressure."
Lin Chuan handed a sealed bag to Ye Qinghe.
"Your family doesn't need to step forward for now. Help me look at this thing first; it might be even more important than transportation channels."
The bag contained a layer of dark green fine sand.
This was a byproduct that peeled off from around the Mystic Gold veins when the exploration team cut the No. 3 core sample.
Ordinary instruments only showed that it contained toxic spiritual energy, but Lin Chuan was able to determine that the toxicity had already reached the Third Level.
Ye Qinghe looked at it through the bag for a moment.
"Then I'll send it to the testing bench first. I can only confirm that it is not ordinary ore sand; the specific components require a dissolution reaction."
"How long will it take?"
"Two hours."
She paused, and then added:
"If you stand aside and ask fewer questions, maybe an hour and a half."
Lin Chuan immediately pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Then you get busy, next I shall become an Incarnation of air."
Ye Qinghe ignored him.
She took out one gram of ore sand and added it to three different reagents respectively.
As soon as the third test tube touched the ore sand, the liquid inside ignited with a faint green flame.
The testing bench's protective shield automatically dropped.
[Third Level toxic substance detected!]
[Toxin type: Nether Phosphorus Toxin!]
[Mineral name: Nether Phosphorus Toxic Sand!]
Ye Qinghe readjusted the instrument and carried out proportional calculations on the core sample.
Half an hour later, the complete report was generated.
[Associated mineral content: four point six percent!]
[Estimated recyclable toxic sand: three thousand one hundred tons!]
[Raw sand market average price: five hundred twenty thousand yuan per ton!]
[Conservative valuation of associated minerals: one billion six hundred twelve million yuan!]
Lin Chuan picked up the report.
"This mountain is so sensible. Seeing that someone won't let me mine Mystic Gold, it grew another 1.6 billion worth of toxic sand all by itself."
Ye Qinghe pointed to the usage analysis at the back.
"This kind of toxic sand can be used to make sustained-release poisons, and can also be used for quenching Third Level weapons. Ordinary mining enterprises can't handle it, but poison-attribute pharmaceutical companies will scramble for it."
"Moreover, when mining Mystic Gold, the toxic sand must be processed simultaneously."
Lin Chuan put away the report.
"That group of people is holding meetings around gold, not seeing that there is still a pile of valuable poison lying right beside them."
He turned and walked outward.
Ye Qinghe took off her goggles.
"Where are you going?"
"To find a professional."
...
Provincial Martial Arts Association, poison-attribute cultivation room.
Pei Wubing had just taken his first sip of tea when the 1.6 billion testing report was pushed in front of him.
"Shifu, how much is your network of connections worth?"
Pei Wubing almost spat out his tea.
"You brat, before asking someone for a favor, can you say a couple of polite words first?"
"The Haicheng Chamber of Commerce has blockaded equipment, loans, and transportation, trying to force me to hand over half of the mineral veins."
Lin Chuan pointed at the report.
"Now 1.6 billion in Nether Phosphorus Toxic Sand has been discovered. I need someone who can mine, can transport, and is not afraid of the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce as a partner."
Pei Wubing read the report from beginning to end.
When he saw the estimated reserve of three thousand one hundred tons, he finally put down his teacup.
"The conditions are not low."
"That's why I came to find you."
"You certainly think highly of me."
"Mainly because the entire Haicheng knows that the Poison King has many friends. If there really are none, I will help you explain that everyone misunderstood."
Pei Wubing picked up his phone.
"Shut your mouth."
He flipped out three numbers from his contacts, a smile slowly appearing on his face.
"Besides teaching cultivation technique, your Shifu also knows a few rich people."
The first phone call connected.
"Old Qin, bring money and the mining team to Haicheng."
"If you're late, not even the toxic sand will be left for you."
Chapter 38: Poison King Takes the Lead
Time passed in a hurry, and of course Lin Chuan had never stopped his cultivation.
Another day arrived.
Morning.
Lin Chuan was still having breakfast at Qingsong Ridgewhen a continuous series of honking sounds came from down the mountain.
Twelve off-road vehicles entered the Qingsongling Forest Farm one after another.
Following behind them were equipment transport trucks, mobile bank service vehicles, and two Martial Arts Association security cars.
The logos on the vehicles were more eye-catching than the last.
Provincial Mystic Gold Mining.
Martial Arts Association Weaponry Group.
Border Defense Logistics Company.
Dongzhou Martial Artist Bank.
Poison-Type Reagent Association.
Lin Chuan put down the steamed bun in his hand.
"Shifu said last night that he knew a few rich people, and I thought at most three or four bosses would come."
"I didn't expect his connections to be so awesome!"
Ye Qinghe stood to the side.
"Of course, no matter what, Senior Pei is still a Martial King."
Martial Apprentice, Martial Artist, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and then came the Martial King.
Looking across the entire province, this was the top-tier combat strength.
The door of the lead vehicle opened.
Pei Wubing was the first to step down.
Following closely behind him was a tall middle-aged man.
It was precisely Old Qin from the phone call last night.
"Instructor Qin Yue, Deputy General Manager of Provincial Mystic Gold Mining."
Pei Wubing gave a simple introduction.
"This guy was bitten by a Tier 3 Poison Spider when he was young, and I was the one who drew out the poison. He owes me half his life, so you don't need to stand on ceremony with him."
Instructor Qin Yue's expression darkened.
"Old Pei, why are you going around spreading that I was bitten by a spider?"
"That spider specifically bit the buttocks. The fact that I didn't mention it is already saving you enough face."
Instructor Qin Yue didn't want to talk about that spider anymore.
He took the initiative to extend his hand toward Lin Chuan.
"Mr. Lin, we have already read the ore vein report. Mystic Gold and Youlin toxic sand are paragenetic, and ordinary mining companies truly cannot handle them."
"The five of us held a video conference last night. As long as the on-site verification has no issues, we can immediately form a joint development team."
Lin Chuan shook hands with him.
"You guys arrived so fast, didn't the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce send you a risk notice?"
Instructor Qin Yue laughed.
"They sent it."
"After reading it, I casually forwarded it to the legal department."
"They asked if we needed to sue, and I said not for the time being. After all, a notice from the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce cannot reach the head of a provincial enterprise."
After speaking, he directly led the technical team toward the No. 3 borehole.
The Martial Arts Association Weaponry Group was responsible for re-verifying the quality of the Mystic Gold.
The Poison-Type Reagent Association re-tested the Youlin toxic sand.
The Border Defense Logistics Company planned the transportation routes along the forest farm road.
The people from the Dongzhou Martial Artist Bank simply began making asset credit grants inside the mobile service vehicle.
Qingsong Ridge, which had originally suspended work, was suddenly crowded with over a hundred people.
In less than two hours, the first batch of results all passed.
[Mystic Gold Content: 17.3%!]
[Youlin Toxic Sand Content: 4.6%!]
[Preliminary Comprehensive Valuation of the Ore Vein: 9.612 billion yuan!]
Instructor Qin Yue projected the joint development plan onto the screen.
[Provincial Mystic Gold Mining will be responsible for exploration, mining, and preliminary refining, and the first batch of equipment can be mobilized within 48 hours.]
[The Martial Arts Association Weaponry Group will acquire 30% of the Mystic Gold production for the first three years according to the current market price.]
[The Poison-Type Reagent Association holds the priority procurement right for Youlin toxic sand, but the price of each batch must be settled according to the public transaction price.]
The other two agreements were also rolled out simultaneously.
[Dongzhou Martial Artist Bank First-Phase Credit Grant: 500 million yuan!]
[Border Defense Logistics Company: Open dedicated transportation routes for strategic resources!]
[Provincial Martial Arts Association: Station security forces of Tier 3 and above!]
After reading it, Gu Shanhe's eyelids were twitching; these were all big shots from the upper circles of the province, and their influence was immense.
Compared to them, the Haicheng Lin Family clearly lacked foundation.
He was somewhat worried, so he asked,
"How is the ownership of the ore vein handled?"
"The ownership remains unchanged."
Instructor Qin Yue flipped to the very front of the contract.
"Qingsongling Forest Farm, the Mystic Gold mining rights, and the Youlin toxic sand exploration rights will always belong to Lin Chuan personally."
"The joint team is only responsible for mining, refining, transportation, and sales coordination. We will recover our investment through a method of fixed service fees plus profit sharing."
The restrictive clauses on the contract were written very clearly.
[Partners have no right to sell the ore vein!]
[No right to mortgage the mining rights!]
[No right to transfer project control!]
[Major business decisions must obtain Lin Chuan's written consent!]
Lin Chuan finished flipping through the entire contract.
"With conditions so good, what are you guys after?"
"After making money, of course."
Instructor Qin Yue answered very directly.
"We have the equipment and technology, but we don't have a 9.61-billion-yuan high-grade ore vein. You have the mine, but lack complete development channels."
"The Martial Arts Association Weaponry Group needs a long-term supply of Mystic Gold, the Poison-Type Reagent Association needs Youlin toxic sand, the bank collects interest, and the logistics company earns transportation fees."
"Everyone brings out what they excel at, cooperates together, and makes money together."
Instructor Qin Yue pointed down the mountain.
"I've heard about what happened to you before; those people were simply too greedy."
"We are here to do business, and we won't move your family's mountain away."
Pei Wubing took a sip of tea nearby.
"Did you understand or not?"
Lin Chuan nodded and sighed.
"Finally, a group of Earthlings."
In Lin Chuan's view, that group of people from before were simply not human!
Barely human!
After the contract was confirmed, the five companies immediately completed electronic signing.
The credit grant from the Dongzhou Martial Artist Banktook effect simultaneously.
[Available Project Funds: 500 million yuan!]
The Provincial Martial Arts Association's first batch of security forces also began moving in.
Six Tier 3 Martial Artists took over perimeter patrols, and Tier 4 emergency combat forces entered a 24-hour standby state.
12:00 PM.
The Qingsong Ridge Joint Development Team was officially established.
From the moment Pei Wubing made his first phone call until all formalities were completed, it took only one day.
The ridiculous blockade by the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce lost its meaning at the same time.
1:00 PM.
Gu Shanhe received a succession of new emails.
The equipment companies that refused to cooperate yesterday all restored their original price quotes.
Two transportation enterprises also stated that it was previously just an internal System malfunction, and they could now re-sign contracts.
Even the banks that refused loans were willing to proactively visit to conduct risk assessments.
Lin Chuan put the two price lists from yesterday and today together.
Yesterday, the prices given by several companies were 40% higher than the normal market price.
Today, seeing Provincial Mystic Gold Mining go up the mountain, the quotes returned to normal.
The person in charge of one of the equipment companies even called personally.
"Mr. Lin, stopping the contract yesterday was indeed a unified requirement from headquarters. Those of us at the bottom had no choice."
"Now that the risk is lifted, we are willing to resume cooperation at the original price. The liquidated damages do not need to be refunded either; they can be directly deducted from the equipment costs."
After listening, Lin Chuan opened the supplier list.
"Fine, I understand you guys; you aren't having an easy time either."
The other party thought there was still room for mitigation.
"It's good that Mr. Lin is willing to understand."
Lin Chuan dragged the other party's company name into the blacklist, then said, "However, you guys also need to understand me."
"Go ahead, Mr. Lin, we will definitely understand."
Lin Chuan laughed. "I am a person with a big temper."
"From now on, Qingsong Ridge definitely won't be buying a single piece of equipment from you."
The voice on the opposite side instantly became anxious.
"Mr. Lin, we have already restored the original price. There are always temporary situations in the business world, is there any need to burn all bridges?"
"When you raised prices by 40%, why didn't you think about leaving a way out for yourselves?"
Lin Chuan hung up the phone.
He kicked all the remaining companies that had raised prices and breached contracts out of the supplier list.
Provincial Mystic Gold Mining's first batch of procurement orders was immediately generated.
[Large Mining Equipment: 27 units!]
[First Batch Procurement Amount: 136 million yuan!]
Those equipment companies in Haicheng originally thought that after the blockade ended, they could still get orders for mine development.
As a result, the procurement worth over 100 million yuan had nothing to do with them anymore.
After Lin Chuan finished dealing with these matters, there were basically no more problems over on the Mystic Goldore vein side, and next was just waiting to collect money.
"So comfortable!"
Chapter 39: Pei Wubing is a good guy!
"So refreshing!"
Lin Chuan blacklisted the last equipment company and casually stretched.
The Haicheng Chamber of Commerce had been busy all day.
The loans were stuck.
The equipment was detained.
The transportation was also halted.
Yet with just a few phone calls from Pei Wubing, provincial enterprises even drove bank service vehicles up the mountain.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Qingsong Ridge was hosting a mining equipment exhibition today.
Pei Wubing glanced at the time, preparing to head down the mountain.
"Shifu, don't leave just yet."
Lin Chuan picked up another document from the table.
"There's another contract, I have to trouble you to sign it."
"What did you buy this time?"
Pei Wubing took the document.
He originally thought it was security authorization, but when he flipped to the first page, his actions paused.
[Long-Term Assignment of Personal Net Proceeds for the Qingsong Ridge Project!]
[Assignment Ratio: Twenty Percent!]
[Beneficiary: Pei Wubing!]
Attached alongside was a revenue forecast made by the Dongzhou Martial Artist Bank.
Calculated based on current reserves, extraction costs, and market prices, these two-tenths of the net proceeds might reach 1.2 billion to 1.8 billion yuan in the future.
Pei Wubing read it from start to finish, then looked back up at Lin Chuan.
"You just finished the venom-body evolution, was your brain poisoned as well?"
"The test report is very clear; my brain is fine."
"If it's fine, why are you giving me over a billion yuan?"
Pei Wubing slapped the document back onto the table.
"I made the calls, but Instructor Qin Yue and the others didn't come up the mountain to do charity work."
The mining company collects service fees, the bank collects interest, and the other companies also get profit shares.
Everyone can make money; there's no such thing as someone helping you for free.
"Of course they aren't helping for free."
Lin Chuan didn't take back the contract.
"Yet yesterday Qingsong Ridge was worth 9.6 billion, and because they were afraid of offending the chamber of commerce, not a single company in Haicheng dared to sign a contract with me."
"Without you taking the lead, why would the provincial companies rush over overnight, and why would they hand a 500 million yuan credit line to a seventeen-year-old student?"
Lin Chuan said, "Shifu, you helped me protect over 8 billion, I can't just treat you to a meal in the cafeteria and give you two extra chicken drumsticks to call it a day, right?"
Pei Wubing stared at him for a few seconds.
This disciple usually had a foul mouth.
When trouble actually hit, he calculated accounts clearer than anyone else.
"That still won't do."
"Why not?"
"If I accept these two tenths, we won't be a pure Shifu and disciple anymore in the future."
Pei Wubing's tone softened.
"You cultivation well, and I teach you because you call me Shifu, and there is fate between us."
If I took the mine's dividends and then taught you, it wouldn't be any different from taking money to get things done.
"Besides, as a Martial King, if I really lacked cultivation resources, I would go to the subterranean caves to get them myself. I haven't fallen to the point of relying on a disciple to mine and support me."
Lin Chuan thought about it.
"Then I'll provide for your old age?"
"I am only forty-six."
"I don't believe it, take out your ID card!" When Lin Chuanlooked at Pei Wubing, he felt he had to be in his sixties or seventies.
To think he was only in his forties!
Pei Wubing actually took out his ID card, shocking Lin Chuan!
"No way, Shifu, are our venom-path Martial Artists really this bad at resisting aging?"
"Nonsense, playing with all kinds of poisons everyday causes the cells to mutate. However, if I can achieve the realm of a Martial Emperor, I will look a bit younger."
Pei Wubing said with longing.
Lin Chuan nodded, feeling shocked in his heart at the same time. A Martial King in his forties, Shifu had a boundless future!
"Take the contract away."
"Fine then."
Lin Chuan pushed the electronic pen in front of him.
"You don't have to spend the money, but I will definitely take out these two tenths. You decide how to use them yourself."
Pei Wubing didn't chase him away again.
He sat back in his chair, picked up the electronic pen, and directly deleted his own name.
The bank project manager on the side hurried over.
"Senior Pei, the long-term revenue assignment involves changing the beneficiary entity. If it is not a personal account, a regulatory plan needs to be re-established."
"Then establish three special-purpose funds."
Pei Wubing filled out the document again.
Item one: the Poison-Injured Soldiers Treatment Fund, accounting for four-tenths.
Item two: the Border Defense Casualties Family Relief Fund, accounting for thirty-five percent.
Item three: the Young Venom-Path Martial ArtistCultivation Fund, accounting for twenty-five percent.
All funds will be jointly supervised by the Provincial Martial Arts Association, the Border Defense Force, and the Dongzhou Martial Artist Bank, with accounts made public every quarter.
No individual has the right to withdraw them.
Nor can they be misappropriated for other uses.
After reading the allocation plan, the bank project manager's expression turned serious.
"If calculated based on the mine's current valuation, this might be the largest personal long-term Martial Dao donation in Dongzhou Province in nearly a decade. I need to ask the head office to set up a dedicated management account."
"Very well."
Lin Chuan took back the contract.
"Shifu, I didn't expect you to be a beast in human clothing!"
Pei Wubing leaned back against the chair's backrest.
"Is that any way to talk!"
"Hehe."
Lin Chuan readily signed his name.
The electronic signature was complete.
The tripartite regulatory seals fell one after another.
[Qingsong Ridge Public Welfare Revenue Plan: Formally Effective!]
[Donation Ratio: Twenty Percent of Lin Chuan's Personal Net Proceeds!]
[Estimated Long-Term Scale: 1.2 Billion to 1.8 Billion Yuan!]
[The initial funds will be injected after the mining area generates profits!]
Upon learning the news, Instructor Qin Yue specifically rushed back from the exploration area.
"Xiaolin, I won't say much else. In the future, if Qingsong Ridge encounters any mining-related issues, contact me directly without having to go through the procedures layer by layer."
The person in charge of the Border Defense Logistics Company also handed over an internal contact card.
"The Poison-Injured Treatment Fund is very important to the border defense troops."
"In the future, as long as the paperwork for your strategic materials is complete, we can directly include them in the military's transportation sequence."
The Venom-Path Potion Association was even more straightforward.
On the spot, they opened up channels for Tier-3 materialstesting, potion customization, and internal trading.
Just a moment ago, it was merely a mine contract.
Yet now, it had linked the military, the Martial Arts Association, the mining industry, and the venom-path potion system all together.
After Pei Wubing and the others left, he tossed a dark green key to Lin Chuan.
"I can't arrange your money for you for nothing."
Lin Chuan caught the key.
As his Mental Strength just made contact, a resource catalog unfolded before his eyes.
[Tier-4 Bone-Corroding Dragon Saliva: Three Portions!]
[Tier-4 Colorful Miasma Crystal: One!]
[Tier-4 Ghost-Faced Centipede Venom Sacs: Two!]
[Tier-4 Venom-Path materials Inventory: Eighteen Categories!]
[...]
[Resource Library Authority: First-Priority Exchange!]
Lin Chuan's eyes lit up on the spot.
For Tier-4 venom-path materials, many items couldn't be found through stable channels even with money.
Pei Wubing's private resource library might not be higher in value than two-tenths of the mine's proceeds, but it was much more practical for him right now.
"What does first priority mean?"
"In the future, when the resource library gets new materials, you have a seventy-two-hour priority exchange period. After seventy-two hours, it will be opened to other venom-path Martial Artists."
Pei Wubing reminded him:
"It just lets you pick first, it's not a free giveaway. You can exchange them with money, military merits, or materials of the same tier. If you dare take my key and go in for a zero-yuan shopping spree, I'll hang you at the entrance of the resource library first."
"Shifu, rest assured."
Lin Chuan promised earnestly.
"As for getting things for free, I will definitely tell you in advance."
"And if you tell me, you can get them for free?"
"Fine then, I won't get them for free, I'll just steal them directly."
Pei Wubing raised his leg to kick.
Lin Chuan was well prepared and sidestepped to dodge.
Right at this moment, Gu Shanhe's call came in.
"Young Shifu, the final registration list for the clan competition is out."
"Aside from Lin He, several clan elders also found collateral branches of the Lin family. I heard that people from the Longdu Main Family have also come, and the oldest among them is already twenty-four years old."
Lin Chuan glanced at the newly opened Tier-4 venom-path resource library.
The matter of the mine was resolved.
Money, connections, and cultivation resources were all in place.
Next.
It was time to return to the Lin family and take back his position as the Young Clan Shifu.
Chapter 40: Thinking of the familial affection offensive now?
"Calculate it for me again."
In the Lin family meeting room, Lin Nan pushed the valuation report back.
The clan elder in charge of finance did not take it.
"It has already been calculated six times. Calculating it again will still yield this number."
After Qingsong Ridge completed its official filing, the mineral vein reserves and mining plan were completely finalized.
With Mystic Gold and Youlin poisonous sand, the comprehensive valuation is 9.612 billion yuan.
After deducting taxes, mining costs, cooperation dividends, and public welfare proceeds, calculated based on current production capacity, Lin Chuan's annual net proceeds can still reach 300 million to 400 million.
Moreover, this is only a conservative estimate.
Lin Nan stared at that string of numbers without speaking for a long time.
Over ten days ago, Qingsong Ridge was still regarded by the entire clan as a burden that required subsidized maintenance fees every year.
In order to secure Lin He's annual 80 million yuan training budget, Lin Nan personally gave it to Lin Chuan.
Forty-seven million six hundred thousand yuan.
In exchange for his 9.6 billion.
Looking back now, he could also be considered a business genius.
The eldest clan elder tapped on the report.
"It is impossible to take the mining rights back."
After the meeting adjourned, Lin Nan flipped through the transfer agreement once more.
Unconditional gift, irrevocable, changes in value do not affect its validity.
Every single clause was added by his lawyers at his behest.
The more Lin Nan read, the more choked up his chest felt.
Sighing, he made a trip to the lightning-attribute training ground.
Inside the training room, six-colored lightning radiance was constantly striking the walls.
Lin He stepped on the lightning radiance, moving at high speed, repeatedly practicing the Sky Thunder Step within the twenty-meter-long training area.
Every time he took a step, a billing marker would light up on the ground.
[Lightning-attribute exclusive training room!]
[Daily usage fee: 600,000 yuan!]
[Remaining time today: nineteen hours!]
In the past, Lin Nan only felt that this money was well spent.
But today, no matter how he looked at that 600,000 yuan, it made his chest feel stuffy.
"Stop for a moment."
Lin Nan opened the training room.
Lin He dispersed the lightning radiance and walked over quickly.
"Dad, why did you come in person?"
"The official report for Qingsong Ridge is out."
Lin Nan threw the document onto the lounge platform.
"Lin Chuan can get at least 300 million every year. As long as the mining area operates smoothly, it will be over 3 billion in ten years."
Just as Lin He opened the report, he heard the next sentence.
"If it weren't for protecting your resources back then, why would I have given Qingsong Ridge to him?"
Lin Nan's anger, which had been suppressed all night, finally found an outlet.
In his view, all of this was Lin He's fault.
"Eighty million a year, do you know what concept this is? All the dozen or so young people of the Lin family combined do not spend as much as you alone!"
Lin He was stunned.
"Dad, you were the one who said back then that my S-Rank Talent was worth cultivating."
"I didn't say I wouldn't cultivation you!"
Lin Nan slapped the lounge platform.
"But since you took so many resources, you have to produce results after all."
"Lin Chuan killed a Peak Tier 3 Magical Beast and has a 9.6 billion mineral vein. What about you?"
Training camp points, Thunder King disciple, S-Rank Talent.
These things, which were originally enough to satisfy Lin Nan, could now no longer suppress the anger brought by the 9.6 billion.
Lin Nan did not continue waiting for his reply.
"The clan competition is about to start."
"If you can't even win the position of Young Patriarch, I have no way to block the clan elders' mouths for you anymore."
He turned and left, while Lin He clenched his fists tightly behind him.
Six-colored lightning radiance drilled out from between his fingers, scorching the lounge platform pitch-black.
Clearly it was an agreement Lin Nan signed himself.
Now, he was pinning the blame on him instead.
Lin He dared not hate Lin Nan.
Therefore, this account naturally got recorded onto Lin Chuan again.
Of course, Lin Chuan was also very happy with such a matter.
...
Noon.
Lin Chuan returned to the ancestral home, and as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of lightning-patterned beef.
Gu Shanhe had him come back to sign the clan competition confirmation form.
Mother Lin, together with the housekeeper, set the dining table even more lavishly than during the Chinese New Year.
Right in the center was a large plate of lightning-patterned beef weighing a full five jin.
Mother Lin and the others all thought that Lin Chuan loved eating lightning-patterned beef, which was why he beat up Lin He last time. Although this meat was expensive, they still prepared a great deal of it this time.
Lin Qingxue took the initiative to pull out a chair.
"Little brother Xiaochuan, let's eat first. You just came back from Qingsong Ridge; matters concerning the clan competition can be discussed after eating."
In the past, whenever Lin Chuan touched a piece of Advanced Demonic Beast meat, Lin Qingxue would mock him for not being worthy of sitting at the table.
Now, she even pulled out the chair for Lin Chuan.
"Fine."
Lin Chuan sat down.
What the person cooking was thinking did not affect him eating two more bowls.
Lin Nan had also changed into casual home clothes and sat in the main seat.
"Xiaochuan, a lot of misunderstandings happened at home some time ago."
"Your mother talked with me for a long time last night. I thought about it; as a family, there's no need to keep bickering like this."
Lin Chuan picked up a large slice of beef: "If we're eating, let's eat. Why all the nonsense?"
Lin Nan instantly felt a surge of anger: "You!"
Mother Lin placed a bowl of soup beside Lin Chuan's hand.
"Mom knows you've suffered a lot of grievances over the years. In the past, we indeed ignored your feelings."
"It's good that you can figure it out."
Lin Chuan took a sip of soup.
"However, figuring it out is your own business; it has nothing to do with me."
Mother Lin's movements froze for a moment.
Lin Qingxue quickly chimed in.
"Xiaochuan, Eldest Sister being strict with you in the past was also hoping you would be sensible. Now seeing that you have a bright future, I am genuinely happy for you."
"Is that so? But you don't seem to have much of a future yourself."
Lin Chuan looked towards Lin Qingxue.
Hearing this, Lin Xiuxiu right beside them almost failed to keep a straight face.
Holding back laughter is hard, okay!
Right now, she was already somewhat envious of Lin Chuan; he was a living embodiment of a crusade-type personality.
In her heart, she also wanted to live like this, uninhibitedly for once!
"On the day of the interview, didn't you still say I was selfish, sinister, and cunning? How did you suddenly mutate?"
Lin Qingxue's face burned hot for a moment.
"I didn't understand the situation before."
Lin Chuan smiled: "Then you should also know one more thing now: I am a person who likes to eat in peace."
Lin Qingxue could only shut her mouth, gripping her chopsticks and stirring them around in her bowl to vent her bad mood.
Lin He sat at the very end of the dining table, with only two plates of ordinary dishes in front of him.
He looked at that plate of lightning-patterned beef and just extended his chopsticks.
Slap!
Lin Nan directly knocked his chopsticks back.
"Let your Eldest Brother eat first."
A red mark was struck on the back of Lin He's hand.
"Dad, such a big plate, what's wrong with me eating a piece?"
"Without any manners."
Lin Nan's face was cold.
"This table of dishes was originally prepared for your Eldest Brother."
"You use a 600,000-yuan training room every day, and you still lack this bite of meat?"
Lin He immediately looked toward Mother Lin.
Yet Mother Lin only busied herself with serving soup to Lin Chuan.
"Xiaohe, let your brother yield today."
"He just completed the venomous body evolution and needs to replenish his nutrition."
Lin Qingxue similarly knitted her brows.
"That's right! Xiaohe, it's not that I'm lecturing you!"
"Why do you even have to fight over a plate of meat?"
"Your brother just fought for such a huge face for the Lin family, what's wrong with letting him eat a bit more?"
Lin He gripped his chopsticks tightly.
In the past, whenever Lin Chuan touched a single thing of his, the whole family would point fingers and blame Lin Chuan.
Today, he merely picked up a piece of meat, yet he became the one who lacked sense.
That five-jin plate of lightning-patterned beef was quickly eaten by Lin Chuan until only soup remained.
Only then did Lin Nan reveal a smile again.
"The mining area is about to undergo road construction and personnel settlement."
"The Lin family has operated in Haicheng for many years, and we have experience in construction, warehousing, and personnel management."
"You can give a portion of the orders to the family."
"Charity begins at home, right? You can rest assured when we do things; we are all our own people, and it's also beneficial for your management."
Lin Chuan put down his chopsticks, very crisp and decisive.
"No."
The smile on Lin Nan's face faded a bit.
"When the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce blockaded Qingsong Ridge, you were one of the initiators."
Lin Chuan wiped his mouth.
"Now that the channels have been opened, you want orders again. Aren't you quite the dreamer?"
"That matter is already in the past, do you have to keep holding onto it and refusing to let go?!"
"President Lin, you must understand one thing: what has passed is time, not old scores."
Lin Chuan picked up the already-signed clan competition confirmation form.
"The food is not bad. I'm full."
He stood up and left the dining room.
Lin Nan looked at the emptied beef plate. Five jin of lightning-patterned beef had cost him over 400,000 yuan.
In the end, it couldn't even exchange for a single order.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He raised his hand and heavily placed the soup bowl back onto the table.
"Son of a bitch! You really refuse a toast only to drink a forfeiture!"
Mother Lin advised:
"Husband, Xiaochuan suffered so many grievances before; it's impossible for him to figure things out in just one meal."
"I am the father and he is the father! I've already given him enough chances! Simply outrageous!"
Lin Nan turned his head to look at Lin He.
Qingsong Ridge could not be taken back, but the position of Young Patriarch could no longer be lost.
"Starting today, the lightning-attribute training room will be changed from three days a week to all-day use."
"Before the clan competition, the resources you need will be raised by another tier."
Lin Nan stared at Lin He.
"I want you to defeat Lin Chuan at the clan competition and win back all the face I lost in the Lin family."
Lin He raised the back of his hand, which had been beaten red, and revealed an expression of being moved.
[Father is still willing to believe in me.]
[Just now, I must not have done well enough, which was why I disappointed him.]
[During the clan competition, I will definitely prove myself and no longer drag this family down.]
The inner voice transmitted into several people's minds, and Lin Nan's expression eased a lot.
Only Lin He himself knew that he just wanted to return all of today's humiliation back to Lin Chuan.
That same night.
Lin He turned the intensity of the lightning-attribute training room up to eight times.
The lightning radiance pierced through his protective True Qi again and again, and scorch marks quickly appeared on his arms and calves.
Lin He, with this S-Rank Talent, had achievements that were not low in his previous life either; by the time Lin Chuan died, he was already a Martial Emperor.
And in this lifetime, because of hatred, he worked even harder.
He did not stop!
The Sky Thunder Step circulated six hundred times consecutively.
The Meteor Thunder Finger hit the alloy target four thousand three hundred times.
At one in the morning.
Lin He stepped across twenty-four meters in a single stride, leaving behind six lightning phantoms of different colors in his wake.
[Sky Thunder Step: Minor Achievement!]
Immediately afterwards, he flicked a finger, and the six-colored lightning radiance instantly struck the center of a Tier 2 alloy target.
With a bang!
It left behind a scorched black hole 4.2 centimeters deep.
[Meteor Thunder Finger: Minor Achievement!]
The last bottle of thunder marrow potion was swallowed into his stomach by him.
Boom!
Three main meridians were opened simultaneously.
[Realm breakthrough: Martial Artist Third Heaven!]
"Awesome!"
"Lin Chuan, you didn't expect this, did you! I am also at the Martial Artist Third Heaven!"
"How many more potions could your grandfather have left you?"
"You, a C-Rank, even if you break through to B-Rank, so what? Our previous potential and growth space are simply incomparable."
"Just wait, at the clan competition, I will return everything from today back to you."
At the same time.
Qingsong Ridge temporary cultivation room.
After taking a bath, Lin Chuan remembered that he hadn't settled the System proceeds for these past few days.
"I almost forgot about my cultivation cheat."
Lin Chuan opened the System panel.
"Claim, claim."
[Bound enemy Lin He completed high-intensity cultivation!]
[Mastered Sky Thunder Step Minor Achievement, Meteor Thunder Finger Minor Achievement!]
[Realm breakthrough: Martial Artist Third Heaven!]
[This accumulated proceeds triggered a 420-fold return!]
"What the heck, only a little over 400 times."
Purple thunder instantly penetrated Lin Chuan's legs.
Twelve hidden collateral channels opened one after another, and his bones and muscles were re-tempered by the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.
The cultivation experience of the Sky Thunder Step and Meteor Thunder Finger was also forcibly reshaped by the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder.
[Lightning-attribute collateral channels opened: twelve!]
[New skill acquired, added to character panel, Sky Thunder Step (A-Rank): Great Mastery!]
[New skill acquired, added to character panel, Meteor Thunder Finger (A-Rank): Great Mastery!]
[Realm: Martial Artist Third Heaven → Martial ArtistSixth Heaven!]
Lin Chuan moved his feet.
There were no six-colored lightning phantoms.
Yet his entire person instantly crossed the cultivation room, stopping twenty-eight meters away.
He raised his hand and pointed at the test board.
A wispy purple lightning radiance drilled into the Tier 3 alloy.
It directly punched out a molten penetration hole seven centimeters deep.
Lin Chuan withdrew his finger.
"Had I known earlier, I should have left a piece of meat for my brother. How shameful!"
On the System panel, the second accumulated proceeds also lit up.
Du Qingming learned that Pei Wubing spearheaded the mining area cooperation for Lin Chuan and even opened up his private resource library, and was green with envy in the poison pool all night.
[Du Qingming's hatred toward the host increased!]
[Hatred return coefficient: 1.0 → 1.2!]
[A few days of accumulated poisonous art cultivationproceeds begin to settle!]
[This accumulated proceeds triggered a 570-fold return!]
A massive amount of poisonous art insights poured into Lin Chuan's mind.
The Myriad Poisons Transformation Scripture circulated automatically.
Ten grams of Youlin poisonous sand on the table was drawn across the air, transforming into a wisp of dark green poisonous gas that entered Lin Chuan's palm.
Forty-one seconds later.
The poisonous sand completely turned into grayish-white powder.
All the poisonous power was converted into Lin Chuan's own True Qi.
[Myriad Poisons Transformation Scripture: Perfection!]
[Toxin refinement efficiency: one hundred percent!]
[Microcosmic orbit circulation speed: tripled!]
[Poisonous True Qi control stability: ninety-nine percent!]
"Tsk tsk, this unseen Senior Brother has provided quite a lot too!"