Chapter 61

"Lin Fei? Don't tell me he's the Lin Fei who cultivates the waste heart method, the Nine Turnings Mystic Art? Didn't he go to the Black Water Mountain Range and get eaten by a beast?"

"Brother, your information is outdated. He came back yesterday. It's said he defeated Zhang Fenglang and Zhang Zhongshan with one move. I don't know if it's true or not!"

"Damn, it can't be true, can it? But why does Lin Fei not seem very powerful no matter how you look at him? Is he just boasting? Or is the waste heart method, the Nine Turnings Mystic Art, really that powerful?"

"What does it have to do with us? I'm just curious what Lin Fei brought back. If it's just second or third-grade beast skins, that would be a real joke."

...

After the shock, various discussions broke out, and no one really took Lin Fei seriously.

In their impression, Lin Fei was no different from a passerby.

Shenwu Sect was such a place. On the Xuantian Continent, it was a large world, and Shenwu Sect was a small world, filled with various interests and conflicts.

"You won't die if you don't speak. Why are you staring at yourself? Are you trying to provoke them?"

Facing everyone's gazes, Lin Fei smiled bitterly.

He originally planned to wait for them to leave before submitting the beast skins to exchange for merit points, at least to avoid shocking them too much. Lin Fei liked to keep a low profile, but the Elder Steward had sharp eyes.

Once the Elder Steward spoke, Lin Fei couldn't just turn and leave. If he did, it would create problems.

To exchange for merit points, Lin Fei knew the rules. You could exchange beast skins for merit points, or you could complete tasks to earn them, with multiple options.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Elder Steward's eyes. In Shenwu Sect, those who cultivated the waste heart method, the Nine Turnings Mystic Art, were few and far between, almost non-existent. When he first heard about it, he didn't take it seriously, but he never expected to encounter it himself today, which made him feel both surprised and curious.

What kind of beast skins did this guy bring back!

...

Lin Fei placed the beast skin bag on the counter and waited for inspection.

"Junior Brother is preparing to exchange beast skins for merit points!"

The Elder Steward wasn't surprised. Generally, most people exchanged beast skins for merit points directly. In theory, it wasn't common to see so many beast skins in one day, especially from a single person.

The Elder Steward was also curious about what kind of beast skins were in the bag. If they were mid-grade or high-grade, today's harvest would be significant.

"Junior Brother, please wait a moment!"

When the Elder Steward opened the bag, a smile appeared on his face, and a gasp of surprise spread around the counter. No one expected to see neatly folded beast skins, and a quick glance showed that they were at least mid-grade.

"Damn, did I see that wrong?"

"So many beast skins! Could Lin Fei have the strength to hunt a group of beasts? Impossible, he was only at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao three months ago!"

"He must not have hunted them himself. It must be that. With his strength, he could hunt mid-grade beasts, and I could hunt a group of high-grade beasts!"

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All the disciples wore expressions of disbelief.

Beasts were hard to kill, and they knew it well. One-on-one, you needed to be a level higher in strength. Hunting a group of beasts was something few Outer Sect disciples of Shenwu Sect could do.

Lin Fei brought back no less than a hundred beast skins, which was like dropping a bomb, leaving them stunned.

"Silence!"

The Elder Steward frowned and shouted, and the surroundings quieted down.

"You did very well!"

The Elder Steward rarely praised anyone.

Receiving two to three hundred beast skins in a day was a very good harvest. As for how he got them, the Elder Steward didn't care.

After praising him, he began to count.

"51, 52... 75... 76... 89... 120, 121... 145... 146..."

With each number, the hearts of the disciples in the reward hall were struck again and again, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"210 skins!"

When the number of beast skins was confirmed at 210, everyone looked at Lin Fei in disbelief, unable to digest the news. The number of beast skins was more than twenty more than Senior Brother Jun Wuwei.

What did this mean?

Senior Brother Jun Wuwei was a high-ranking Martial Dao Eighth Level expert with defensive qi. It was reasonable that he could kill so many beasts.

But Lin Fei? Their impression of him was still from three months ago, when he was at the Fourth Level of Martial Dao.

In front of the counter, Jun Wuwei, dressed in white, his gaze changed, filled with some doubt as he looked at this unknown junior brother, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Humans have emotions.

Jun Wuwei was no exception.

If the other person was stronger, Jun Wuwei would have nothing to say. But a previously unknown young man bringing back no less than his own number of beast skins was not something he could take lightly. The only thing that could satisfy him was that the other person couldn't provide beast cores.

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The Elder Steward was extremely surprised.

The grade of the beast skins from Jun Wuwei and Lin Fei was almost the same. With his sharp eyes, the Elder Steward noticed that Lin Fei's beast skins were almost all well-preserved, and from the wounds, it was clear that the beasts were killed with one or at most three strikes. This seemed impossible, requiring a profound understanding of sword techniques.

The Elder Steward was curious but didn't ask in public. Just as he was about to ask, the other person took out a small bag from his body.

This was even more shocking.

"Beast cores!"

Not only was the Elder Steward shocked, but Jun Wuwei was also moved. Beast cores were his only point of pride, but now, a mere unremarkable disciple had also brought out beast cores. How could this be possible?

Jun Wuwei's hands subconsciously clenched into fists, clearly extremely dissatisfied. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the beast cores, and they didn't notice Jun Wuwei's expression.

"Good, good!"

When the bag was opened, the beast cores were revealed to everyone.

At this point, everyone's gaze toward Lin Fei changed. They no longer looked down on him. Regardless of how he got the beast cores, they knew they couldn't do it.

The Elder Steward began to count, his face particularly excited.

"1... 2... 715... 41... 62... 74... 85... 101116!"

There were 116 beast cores in total. After the Elder Steward announced the result, he couldn't help but look at this unremarkable disciple a few more times.

When the result was announced, Jun Wuwei's face turned even uglier.

He had submitted 83 beast cores, 33 fewer than the other person. It was like a slap in the face. He had worked hard for a month, hoping to shine, but in the end, all the glory was taken away. He felt even more uncomfortable.

"Congratulations, Junior Brother Lin. You have submitted 210 beast skins, including Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Grade. This totals 8542 merit points. 116 Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Grade beast cores are worth 24506 merit points. In total, you have earned 33048 merit points. You can go to the exchange area to redeem various mystic arts and weapons!"

After the Elder Steward calculated the result, everyone gasped in shock again.

Over 30,000 merit points.

A number they couldn't even imagine.

With so many merit points, they could redeem Yellow Rank mystic arts, ordinary weapons, and various elixirs. Everyone began to feel jealous, wishing they could be in his place.

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"Thank you, Elder Steward. I will go to the exchange area when I have time."

Hearing over 30,000 merit points, Lin Fei was also shocked. He chuckled to himself, thinking that if he brought out all the beast skins from his treasure bag, it would cause an even greater stir.

Today, he had only brought out a part, just the tip of the iceberg, which had already caused a huge sensation. If he brought out everything, Lin Fei couldn't even imagine the reaction.

Seeing the hungry gazes, Lin Fei decided to leave this place of trouble first.

Just as he turned to leave, he was blocked by a figure from the crowd. It was Jun Wuwei, dressed in white.

"Stop!"

Lin Fei frowned, "What do you want?"

Jun Wuwei, known as "Little Gentleman," was not as calm as a true gentleman. He had been holding in a lot of anger.

He, a high-ranking defensive qi expert, had worked hard for a month to hunt so few beast skins, while this weaker person had so many beast skins and cores. They must have been picked up from somewhere, impossible to get with his own strength.

Jun Wuwei was unbalanced, like a bull that had been provoked.

"I want you to tell everyone that these beast skins and cores were picked up from a high-grade beast nest, not hunted by you. You're a liar!"

Lin Fei was at a loss, wondering how such a person could exist.

"Unreasonable!"

Leaving those words, Lin Fei tried to walk around Jun Wuwei and leave the reward hall.

"Who said you could leave? Stay here!"

Jun Wuwei, with a good reputation among the Outer Sect disciples, was not to be ignored. A person who cultivated a waste heart method dared to ignore him, which made him furious. He shouted and lunged at Lin Fei with a claw.

This move was not light, clearly meant to stop Lin Fei.

"Shameless!"

Feeling the danger, Lin Fei was enraged. How dare this shameless person attack him over such a small matter?

"Horizontal Sweep of a Thousand Armies!"

Lin Fei stepped to the side and turned to punch, his left fist meeting the attack with the Eight Directions Six Directions Fist.

"Bang!"

A gust of wind swept past, and the surrounding Shenwu Sect disciples were shocked. The air between the two was tense.

Lin Fei took two steps back to steady himself, feeling extremely shocked.

Jun Wuwei didn't fare much better, his face also not looking good. In that moment, a powerful force had surged at him. If he hadn't used his defensive qi, his hand would have been seriously injured, losing much of his combat ability.

"Jun Wuwei, how dare you attack here? Who gave you permission?"

The Elder Steward was stern, not expecting such an incident to occur under his watch, which was unforgivable.

Jun Wuwei glared at Lin Fei, "Lin Fei, I'll remember you. At the half-year competition, don't fall into my hands, or I'll show you what a defensive qi expert can do!"

With those harsh words, Jun Wuwei left the reward hall, followed by a large group of Shenwu Sect disciples.