But having money did not mean Lin Qi had resources—resources the Tiger Clan could use! Lin Qi might be able to use the power in his hands to buy large quantities of grain and cloth for the Tiger Clan, but that was already the limit. As for potions and military equipment—if Lin Qi tried to stockpile and purchase those in bulk, did they think the Blood Qin Empire's imperial secret agents were just there for decoration?
For a prince to hoard military equipment and potions on a massive scale would be a grave crime anywhere!
The Tiger Clan had a huge population, and its yearly consumption was an astronomical figure. Unless Lin Qi became Emperor of the Blood Qin Empire, he could not provide the Tiger Clan with truly substantial aid. The status of a Blood Qin Empire prince was a powerful source of support for Lin Qi, but it was also the greatest shackle upon him.
"Ancestor, you'll understand once you take a look!" Lin Qi said with a smile, pushing the rings forward again.
Lin Yueya pondered for a moment, then snatched up the ten rings. His expression abruptly changed. His face flushed scarlet, and irrepressible ecstasy sent him springing to his feet. Then he threw back his head and burst into booming laughter.
Lin Yueya's howl was like ten thousand tigers roaring in unison, making the Hall of Clan Decrees hum and shake. The rolling laughter rebounded from all four walls, stabbing pain into Lin Qi and the others' eardrums. It shook the clan decree elders, including Lin Haiyuan, so badly that they covered their ears, their faces filled with utter terror.
All the clan decree elders stared at Lin Yueya as if they had seen a ghost. What madness had this battle-crazed man fallen into now?