First, Ten or Eight

The system's origin points had already broken through ten thousand, and Lin Chen chose to strengthen without hesitation.

"Origin: 300" "Upgradeable Martial Art: Phoenix Undying Body, First Layer (1/9)"

The Blood Qi True Flame within his dantian had clearly grown a circle larger, and his recovery ability had also noticeably improved. With Lin Chen's current strength, facing the Mummy from before, he could easily slay it.

"Back to square one!"

Looking at the remaining three hundred origin points, Lin Chen sighed inwardly. He would have to find a way to acquire more origin points again.

"Am I imagining things?"

The Monk looked at Lin Chen, his brow slightly raised. He sensed that Lin Chen now seemed significantly stronger than before.

"Quite attached to the bed, huh? Can sleep even upside down, no worries at all!" Glancing at the Bronze Coffin, Lin Chen remarked with emotion.

At these words, the Monk's mouth twitched. With no head left, what worries could there be?

"He shouldn't have any more worries from now on. He can sleep forever."

"Master, may I ask your Dharma name?" Lin Chen suddenly turned to the Monk.

Hm?

The Monk was slightly startled, not expecting Lin Chen to suddenly become so polite. "This humble monk's Dharma name is Yi Jie. May I ask the benefactor's name?"

"Lin Chen!"

Lin Chen smiled slightly, looking at Master Yi Jie. "Yi Jie—does that mean you only need to keep one precept?"

"Yes. When this humble monk received the precepts, my master said I only needed to abstain from lust." Master Yi Jie nodded.

"No wonder I saw you feasting on meat and fish at the restaurant earlier." Lin Chen said with a tone of realization.

"Martial artists consume far more energy than ordinary people. Without sufficient food, their blood qi would inevitably be depleted."

Lin Chen nodded at this, fully agreeing with Yi Jie's words.

"Master Yi Jie, I've saved your life, haven't I?" Lin Chen changed the subject.

Though a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart, Master Yi Jie still nodded. "Indeed. If not for the benefactor's arrival, this humble monk would likely have fallen here."

"As the saying goes, 'A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring,' let alone a life-saving grace." Lin Chen's gaze burned as he looked at Master Yi Jie, then continued, "I won't ask you to repay me like a gushing spring. Just give me eight or ten of your Shaolin martial arts techniques."

"Preferably Tempering Arts. You saw it yourself—I'm a bit afraid of pain."

"Cough—cough—"

Master Yi Jie burst into a violent cough, aggravating his existing injuries, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Master, don't get worked up. If you die, who will I find... pfft... I mean, take care of yourself." Lin Chen's expression shifted as he quickly corrected himself. "If eight or ten is too many, two or three will do. I'm not picky."

Hearing this, Master Yi Jie nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. You almost blurted out your real thoughts, and you're not picky? Who treats martial arts techniques like cabbages?

"Benefactor Lin, this humble monk is not a disciple of Shaolin."

"You're not a Shaolin disciple?" Lin Chen's gaze fell on Master Yi Jie's gleaming bald head.

"Not all monks come from Shaolin. This humble monk is from Vajra Temple."

"Same difference. As long as there's a technique, it's fine!" Lin Chen said dismissively.

It's completely different!

Master Yi Jie was speechless inside but dared not argue. Not only had Lin Chen saved his life, but given his ruthless methods, unless necessary, he had no desire to provoke this great killer.

"Any martial art is the foundation of a sect's survival. It's almost impossible to pass it on to outsiders!" Master Yi Jie said solemnly.

Hearing this, Lin Chen's face darkened. Was he going to have to scavenge from street stalls again, leaving it to fate whether he found a martial art the system would recognize?

Seeing Lin Chen's expression turn grim, Master Yi Jie quickly added, "Benefactor Lin, rest assured. You have saved this humble monk's life, and I will do my utmost to find a technique for you."

"Fine!"

Lin Chen nodded. He could show no mercy to evil demons, but Master Yi Jie had just been exorcising demons to uphold the Dao. He couldn't just forcibly take the man's techniques.

"Master Yi Jie? Lin?"

Just then, a familiar voice rang out, followed by a familiar figure stepping before Lin Chen and the monk.

"How did you get here so fast?" Looking at Xu Fei, Lin Chen was taken aback. He hadn't even called, so how had the other arrived so quickly?

"Benefactor Lin, this humble monk had already sent a distress call to the Demon Suppression Division!" Master Yi Jie quickly explained.

"Lin, what exactly happened here?"

Xu Fei looked at Lin Chen. Master Yi Jie had called for reinforcements, but the matter here was clearly already resolved. Who else could have handled it but Lin Chen?

"See for yourself!"

Lin Chen pointed at the Bronze Coffin nearby. Xu Fei hurried over to inspect it. Moments later, his face darkened. "That Corpse Demon Elder, daring to use living people to refine corpses! Does he think the Demon Suppression Division is just for show?"

Corpse Demon Elder?

That traitor from the Corpse Puppet Sect?

What a waste.

Lin Chen didn't know who the Corpse Demon Elder was, but since this person had provoked an official organization, his fate was sealed. If the man came seeking revenge, Lin Chen could harvest a wave of source energy—what a pity it was now.

Xu Fei looked at Lin Chen and said gravely, "Lin, you need to be careful for a while. The Corpse Demon Elder is an Eighth Order cultivator. You ruined the corpse puppet he was refining, so he definitely won't let you off."

Oh?

Lin Chen's eyes lit up. The Corpse Demon Elder wanted revenge? That was... perfect. Source energy was as good as secured.

But an Eighth Order cultivator—with his current strength, he couldn't handle that. He had to obtain source energy quickly and keep strengthening himself.

"Don't worry too much. According to our intel, he's severely injured and his strength has dropped significantly." Seeing Lin Chen frozen in thought, Xu Fei quickly reassured him. "Even though this was the Corpse Demon Elder's doing, it clearly wasn't set up by him personally. Otherwise, the corpse puppet wouldn't have been this weak."

"Until his strength fully recovers, he won't dare reveal his whereabouts easily. Otherwise, both the Corpse Puppet Sect and our Demon Suppression Division would hunt him down."

"But don't let your guard down either. He's gathered a group of Evil Cultivators. Watch out for his underlings."

Lin Chen nodded at that. If it were the Corpse Demon Elder himself, he really couldn't handle it right now. But a bunch of small fry? He didn't take them seriously.

"Lin, are you selling that Bronze Coffin?" Xu Fei suddenly looked at Lin Chen.

Oh?

"What do you want that thing for? A bed board?" Lin Chen stared at Xu Fei in surprise.

Master Yi Jie, standing nearby, quickly explained, "This Bronze Coffin is a magical artifact. For cultivators of the Corpse Refining Lineage and the Ghost Raising Lineage, it's a rare treasure."

"This Humble One has a friend who is a Ghost Path Cultivator and has been searching for a suitable artifact. If Lin is willing to part with it, the price will definitely satisfy you." Xu Fei looked at Lin Chen solemnly.

"Fine, handle it for me. I'm leaving."

Lin Chen didn't care about money. With over a million in daily income, the only thing that mattered to him was source energy.

"Benefactor Lin is no ordinary man."

Watching Lin Chen walk away, Master Yi Jie sighed with emotion. Decisive and ruthless, like an angry Vajra.