Lin Pu Nan, so furious his eyes had turned green, shot Lin Qi a contemptuous glance, then shook his head.
"You yellow-mouthed brat, what do you know about the way of economics? Issue every clansman a demidivine artifact? What do you take demidivine artifacts for?"
Threads of crimson mist rose from Lin Pu Nan's head. So enraged that his very organs seemed about to burst into flame, he glared viciously at Lin Qi and roared hoarsely, "Do you even understand what you're saying? Give every clansman one, or two or three demidivine artifacts? Do you think demidivine artifacts are lumps of dirt you can just pick up off the ground?"
Lin Qi gave a soft cough and smiled faintly. "It seems I once offered the family a batch of magical materials."
Lin Pu Nan shut his mouth, his expression turning as ugly as it could possibly be. Of course he knew about that batch of magical materials. When Lin Qi had been making his way through the Blood Qin Empire, he had offered his ancestor Lin Po an enormous quantity of magical materials—special materials produced only in the abysses of the Western world. Combined with several utterly ordinary and common materials from the Eastern world, those materials had easily been smelted into several hundred top-grade pieces of equipment qualified to advance into demidivine artifacts.
What enraged Lin Pu Nan was that all those pieces of equipment—the ones that had made his eyes burn with envy—had been seized by the direct bloodline of the main branch.
Relying on that absurdly powerful batch of equipment, those thugs of the direct bloodline of the main branch had established countless merits in the Forbidden Region over the past two or three years, exchanging them for enormous family rewards. At the same time, they had