Chapter 60

The next morning!

Lin Fei got up early, a habit he had formed long ago.

After practicing his sword techniques in the courtyard until he was drenched in sweat, he sheathed his sword, took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with determination.

After returning yesterday, Lin Fei didn't greet anyone; he went straight to his residence and had a long sleep. Fortunately, with the Ninefold Mystic Qi, he woke up feeling refreshed and relaxed.

"Today, I'll hand in the furs and exchange them for enough merit points!"

Lin Fei's gaze fell on the large bag of animal skins at the door. To avoid arousing suspicion, he had specially bought the bag to store the various furs, so no one would recognize that he had a bag of treasures.

Wealth should not be flaunted, Lin Fei knew this well.

......

As he left his residence, carrying the bag of animal skins on his shoulder, Lin Fei noticed that the eyes of the outer disciples had changed, clearly filled with fear and caution, as if he were a terrifying demon.

Lin Fei didn't know that everything that happened at the foot of the mountain yesterday had quickly spread among the outer disciples of the Divine Martial Gate.

Don't underestimate such things; once they spread, no one dared to look down on Lin Fei.

Thus, today's scene unfolded.

Lin Fei wasn't stupid; he quickly understood what was going on, definitely related to yesterday's events. He didn't mind; he was glad they were acting this way, a bunch of opportunists.

"Did you see that? That's Lin Fei, who defeated Zhang Fenglang and the others with one move yesterday. Did you see how terrifying his eyes were just now?"

"Really terrifying. Could the Ninefold Mystic Art be that powerful? In just three months, Lin Fei's strength has soared. From the look in his eyes just now, it seemed like I was facing a dangerous beast!"

"The rumors aren't false. This will be interesting. Lin Fei must have had some good luck. He wasn't killed by beasts in the Blackwater Mountains. I really want to see what he'll be like in the half-year competition!"

......

As soon as Lin Fei left, they began to whisper, their faces filled with shock, as if confirming what had happened yesterday.

Just from that look in his eyes, they didn't dare think it was fake.

On the way to the Reward Hall, no one dared to say anything; instead, most were filled with fear. Lin Fei was happy with this; being a good person was never as good as being a villain.

When he arrived at the Reward Hall.

This place left a deep impression on Lin Fei. Inside, the hall was bustling with noise, and he could vaguely hear phrases like "Brother Jun" and "furs."

As he entered the Reward Hall.

Lin Fei's eyes were immediately drawn to a spot where a crowd of people was gathered, occasionally bursting into excited cheers.

Although Lin Fei didn't visit the Reward Hall often, through the rumors circulating outside, he knew that it had become an informal competition ground since its establishment.

There were many outer disciples of the Divine Martial Gate, and every day, some would return to complete their reward tasks. If someone made a stunning appearance, they would definitely be known by the other disciples the next day.

Most people loved to come to the Reward Hall to watch the excitement.

......

Lin Fei didn't leave.

Because Lin Fei was previously rather introverted, he wasn't well-known among the outer disciples, and he had few friends, so he didn't recognize anyone at the scene.

Lin Fei simply waited on the side.

As he stood there, he became interested in what was happening inside. It turned out that an outer disciple senior was returning from hunting beasts and was submitting his task items.

"152, 153, 154, 155, 156..."

"Amazing, truly worthy of the title 'Little Gentleman.' These are all sixth-stage beast furs, and they are from a group of beasts!"

"Brother Jun, this time you will definitely enter the top ten of the outer disciples and smoothly become an inner disciple. With the strength to hunt a group of beasts, few seniors can match you."

"Inner disciples are nothing; Brother Jun will surely become a Mystic within three years!"

"Over a hundred beasts in less than a month, with so many furs, you might be able to exchange for a powerful Yellow Rank Mystic Art. In the half-year competition, you will surely shine!"

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At the reward counter.

The elder in charge was counting the mountain of beast furs on the table.

Beast furs were in high demand at the Divine Martial Gate. They were used to make large quantities of leather armor, and the higher the stage of the beast, the more precious the fur.

The elder, a middle-aged man, had a smile on his face, clearly very pleased with the beast furs.

Standing in front of the counter was a young man of about twenty, with a refined face, dressed in white robes, gentle and elegant, a true gentleman. This was Jun Wuhui, known as "Little Gentleman."

"Very good, very good. A total of 179 beast furs. It seems you've made great progress this month. If there's nothing else, your points for this month will be..."

The elder counted quickly and soon finished counting the beast furs.

"Please wait, Elder. I still have something to count."

Jun Wuhui took out a black beast skin bag and threw it on the counter, producing a crisp sound.

"Beast cores, it must be beast cores!"

The elder's eyes flashed with joy as he opened the bag, and various colored beast cores fell onto the counter, immediately drawing cheers.

"Beast cores, indeed beast cores!"

"Brother Jun, you're awesome!"

Beast furs were easy to obtain; killing a beast would always yield a fur, the difference being whether it was a high-stage or low-stage fur. Beast cores were entirely different.

The formation of beast cores depended on the beast.

Generally, only eighth or ninth-stage beasts would produce cores, and lower-stage beasts rarely had them. In other words, to obtain beast cores, one needed to continuously hunt beasts. The more beasts, the more likely a core would form.

What this represented was clear to everyone.

Life, danger, and opportunity.

......

Lin Fei was slightly taken aback but then relaxed.

In three months of hunting, countless beasts had died at Lin Fei's hands, and beast cores were not in short supply. He had originally planned to decide whether to hand them in based on the situation.

Now it seemed that beast cores were not hard to come by.

Lin Fei was completely at ease, not worrying about the origin of the cores; they didn't care about the source.

Jun Wuhui's presentation of the beast cores undoubtedly caused a significant stir.

Generally, most tasks were completed with beast furs, and beast cores were less common, requiring the hunting of a large number of beasts. Who would dare to do it alone?

"Brother Jun, you're awesome!"

"Brother Jun, you're awesome!"

Despite his modest appearance, Jun Wuhui couldn't hide his pride and satisfaction, and everyone was focused on the beast cores.

"Fifth-stage beast cores, 18!"

"Sixth-stage beast cores, 53!"

"Seventh-stage beast cores, 12!"

The elder was very excited. The Divine Martial Gate had always favored beast cores, and the more cores submitted, the more attention the elder would receive from above.

"Brother Jun, you have submitted a total of 179 beast furs, divided into fifth, sixth, and seventh stages. This totals 6420 merit points. The 83 fifth, sixth, and seventh-stage beast cores are worth 14207 merit points. Congratulations, Brother Jun, you have earned a total of 20627 points, which you can use to exchange for various Mystic Arts and weapons!"

Earning over 20,000 merit points at once was indeed a significant achievement.

Generally, earning one or two thousand points at once was considered a lot, but earning 20,000 points at once was rare among the outer disciples.

As the elder's words fell, all the disciples began to cheer.

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"Brother, are you here to exchange merit points?"

The elder's gaze shifted to Lin Fei standing at the door, the large bag of animal skins on his shoulder clearly indicating its contents.

Lin Fei was about to take out the beast cores and subconsciously nodded, "Yes!"

The originally excited disciples instantly shifted their attention to Lin Fei at the door.

"Isn't that Lin Fei?"

Someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone was slightly taken aback, then seemed to remember something, and their gazes, filled with disdain, surprise, and envy, turned to Lin Fei.