Solicitation from All Sides

"Lin Feng, a seventh-rank mage?" Dixie, who had just finished his meditation, fell silent upon hearing the news brought by his sister, Dilia.

Having finally reached the sixth rank and surpassed Lin Feng, he had felt a sliver of balance in his heart, but the news he just received felt like falling into an bottomless abyss. Lin Feng's rate of progress was too fast; even if he chased with all his might, he would only be left further and further behind.

"Brother," Dilia called out softly, feeling a bit worried for her brother.

Dilia knew very well that her brother had been extremely proud since childhood, treating others with cold indifference and holding himself to incredibly strict standards. Her brother had never submitted to anyone, but ever since Lin Feng rapidly advanced from a fourth-rank to a fifth-rank mage, her brother had felt threatened.

Her brother had worked very hard, reaching the level of a sixth-rank mage just last year.

But Lin Feng, however...

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Dixie shook his head slowly. "Dilia, I suddenly feel that staying at the academy is of little use. I plan to apply for graduation and return to my empire and my clan in the near future."

Dilia was stunned; she hadn't expected her brother to actually have the intention of returning to the empire. Recalling Lin Feng's words, she immediately said, "Brother, in a few days, I will also apply for graduation from the academy and return to the clan with you."

"Oh?" Dixie looked at his sister in confusion, slightly surprised. "You aren't going to follow Lin Feng anymore?"

"He has his own matters to attend to, and I don't want to be too much of a burden to him." Dilia's pretty face flushed, and she said somewhat shyly, "He said that once he finishes his business, he will go to the Yulan Empire to propose to my clan."

In a suite at the Hualie Hotel, this unit consisted of four rooms and two living areas. It was quite spacious. Currently, the four brothers were staying here.

Ever since the news of Lin Feng reaching the seventh-rank mage level spread, Dormitory 1987 could no longer find peace. A large number of people frequently came to visit Lin Feng, forcing him to flee to the Hualie Hotel. The Hualie Hotel had a deep background, so others could not simply barge in.

"Third brother, you truly don't make a sound until you stun the world!" Yale exclaimed.

Lin Feng smiled indifferently.

The current Baruch Clan was still very weak. If he wanted to rise rapidly, choosing to announce his strength as a seventh-rank mage was undoubtedly the fastest way.

A seventeen-year-old dual-element seventh-rank mage would attract invitations from all sides. Naturally, the conditions offered would be extremely high.

In this way, Lin Feng's starting point would be much higher in the future.

Moreover, Lin Feng understood very well that fame, status, and identity were also forms of power—and terrifying ones at that.

A person might not know magic, nor be a warrior, but as long as they possessed a prominent identity, a resounding reputation, or a lofty status, they could still drive others to their deaths.

For example, an emperor might have no cultivation at all, yet he could easily decide the life or death of an entire nation.

And Lin Feng now not only needed to take revenge but also had to retrieve the clan's heirloom blade, Warblade.

Without a resounding reputation, he would only be able to spend millions of gold coins to buy it back from the Lucas Clan, and they might not even be willing to sell it.

But it would be different if he wore the title of the "second greatest genius in history" of the Yulan continent. With this status, even if the other party didn't hand over the heirloom blade with both hands for free, they wouldn't dare to demand an exorbitant price or refuse to sell.

This was the benefit of having a reputation abroad.

Besides this, Lin Feng had another purpose for becoming famous. That was to get close to his enemies, the Golden Lion and Paterson.

Although with his current Saint Realm strength, killing the two would be a trivial matter, the prerequisite was that he had to get close to them. While he could choose to charge directly into the palace and finish off Clayde, he had to consider his escape route. After all, this was the holy capital of the Radiant Church, and the headquarters of the Radiant Temple was very close to the palace. Once he charged into the palace, the Saint Realm experts of the Radiant Church might arrive before he could even find and kill Clayde. If he were to repeat the scenario of Lin Feng being captured as described in the original book, it would be a tragedy.

There were still nearly ten months until the Ten Thousand Year Yulan Festival. If he were captured and it was discovered that he couldn't be transformed into a divine pet, he might be executed before the "Day of Destruction" even arrived.

Therefore, although Lin Feng's current strength was far higher than the Lin Feng in the original book, he still had to be patient to ensure his revenge was foolproof.

"Third brother, I won't hide it from you. The 'Dawson Chamber of Commerce,' one of the three great chambers of commerce, belongs to my family. Any interest in joining our Dawson Chamber of Commerce?" Yale looked at Lin Feng; in reality, Yale was very much looking forward to Lin Feng joining.

The second greatest genius in the history of the Yulan continent—if such a person joined the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, his status in the future would certainly be very high. This would also be of great benefit to Yale's own standing within his clan.

"The Dawson Chamber of Commerce?" Reynolds was the first to exclaim. "Wow, Yale, I knew you were from the Dawson clan, but there are too many clans named 'Dawson.' I didn't expect you to be from that Dawson clan of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce? The Dawson Chamber of Commerce... that is truly wealthy."

George also looked at Yale.

"Boss Yale, I'm sorry, but I have no plans to join any faction for the time being," Lin Feng said with a frank expression.

Lin Feng knew that although Yale really wanted him to join the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, he wouldn't force him, so he had no qualms about refusing.

"Since that's the case, I won't force you," Yale said with a smile. "Whenever you decide to join a faction, I hope you will consider the Dawson Chamber of Commerce first."

"I can't guarantee anything else, but if you join our Dawson Chamber of Commerce, money will absolutely not be an issue. At least one hundred million gold coins would be no problem."

"One hundred million gold coins?" George, Reynolds, and the others were all stunned.

One hundred million gold coins—what a terrifying amount of wealth that was.

It was hard to say if the total assets of the number one clan in the entire Fenlai Kingdom even added up to one hundred million gold coins.

However, Lin Feng was quite indifferent. Lin Feng only wanted to step to the peak of cultivation and find the way home; as for money, he really didn't care for it. If this were before he transmigrated, he would certainly have gone crazy over the figure of one hundred million, but now he wouldn't.

No matter how much money there was, it couldn't compare to the word "home."

"Third brother, I can tell you this: in this Yulan continent, aside from the other two great chambers of commerce, even the four great empires and the two great alliances probably couldn't produce that many gold coins in one go. As for those kingdoms, heh heh," Yale said with certainty.

The four great empires and the two great alliances all had their own Saint Realm experts. However, they all had to maintain massive armies and sustain their entire nations. Although they were wealthy, it would be extremely difficult for them to produce one hundred million gold coins at once. At the very least, it would require extensive internal deliberation.

They wouldn't do such a thing for a master who hadn't yet reached the Saint Realm.

Only the three great chambers of commerce had wealth that was terrifyingly staggering. Although their military power was strong, it was far inferior to the four great empires and the two great alliances, so they were even more desperate for the addition of super-experts.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out.

Yale frowned and walked over, opening the door to say, "Didn't I say not to disturb us?"

The manager of the Hualie Hotel said awkwardly, "Young Master Yale, a Cardinal of the Radiant Church has arrived outside the hotel with three white-robed priests and a Temple Knight regiment."

Yale was startled.

A Cardinal, whose status in the entire Radiant Church was second only to the Pope? The status of every Cardinal was far higher than that of a king of a kingdom. A Cardinal personally leading a group here was not something he, a young master of the Dawson Chamber of Commerce, could block.

"Third brother's appeal is truly strong enough."