Grand Plan for Getting Rich

Ming Bufan shook his head. "One's all about fighting and killing, another's clanging and banging, and now we've got a little freak who can cook. The Sect Leader Peak is getting lively."

He muttered to himself as he returned to the main hall, his gaze turning fervent as he looked at the jade slips and memorials on the table.

With a flicker of movement, he sat down at the desk and began reviewing them.

If Lin Chen had seen him in this state, he would have respectfully called him a workaholic.

Meanwhile, outer sect elite disciple He Yiliang had just returned to Clearwind City.

His uncle, Lord Qin, was dead.

Not even a corpse remained.

At this very moment, he stood before Lord Qin's tombstone.

Lord Qin's wife and children knelt on the ground, burning paper money.

"Yiliang, you must avenge your uncle!"

He Yiliang's aunt wailed, her voice shrill and piercing.

"Our family's treasury was stolen, and we were nearly burned alive. Your uncle went after the culprit and never came back. Our family is ruined!"

He Yiliang's brows were tightly knit. He had lost his parents early in life and was raised by his uncle and aunt.

But they had never treated him well.

Later, he discovered that his uncle had schemed to kill his parents.

He had kept this secret buried in his heart until he entered the Green Mountain Sect.

Then he cut off all ties with Lord Qin.

Unexpectedly, Lord Qin had used his name to swindle and deceive everywhere.

He even bribed people in the Green Mountain Sect, trying to get his own children admitted, hoping to turn them into a cultivation family and rise overnight.

He Yiliang also knew about Lord Qin's persecution of the Lin Family.

He had even warned Lord Qin long ago to stop while he could.

The Lin Family matter was too deep.

Lord Qin refused to listen.

Now, this had happened.

He didn't want to get involved. The only reason he came back was to sever these karmic ties.

"Ji Xianglian, your family's troubles are entirely your own fault."

He looked at the Qin family with calm eyes. "I came today to tell you that I, He Yiliang, have nothing more to do with you. If you dare use my name to cheat and deceive again, don't blame me for turning ruthless."

Hearing his cold words, the Qin family was stunned, forgetting even to cry.

Ji Xianglian stood up, glaring at He Yiliang in fury, pointing a finger at him as she roared.

"He Yiliang, are you even human? The one who died is your uncle, the man who raised you! How can you be so ungrateful?"

"Raised me? What a joke!" He Yiliang laughed bitterly, his eyes unable to hide the deep hatred.

"Ji Xianglian, do you really think I don't know how you killed my parents and stole my family's property?"

Hearing this, Ji Xianglian's face turned pale. She stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground.

"Not killing you is the greatest tolerance I can offer. From now on, our bond is severed!"

With that, He Yiliang turned and left.

He was afraid that if he stayed even a moment longer, he would slaughter them all.

"Lin Chen, I'll come find you!" He Yiliang transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the sky.

Ah-choo!

Lin Chen, who was washing vegetables, suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose. "One sneeze means someone's thinking of me, two means they're cursing me, three means they're gossiping. Is someone missing me?"

Lin Chen didn't think much of it.

In this world, there really wasn't anyone who missed him.

By noon, he had made four dishes and a soup, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

"The ingredients in this world are truly delicious. With just simple processing, they look this good. If I opened a restaurant, would I make money?"

Just as Lin Chen was drooling over the thought, Ming Bufan and the other two arrived.

"Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, Third Senior Brother."

Lin Chen hurried forward to greet them. "Please, take your seats. I'll go get the food."

He said this and walked back into the kitchen, carrying out a rice pot.

The fully cooked Spirit Rice was as long as a finger segment, crystal clear, plump and round, exuding an enticing fragrance.

Just smelling the aroma made Lin Chen swallow repeatedly.

But he didn't indulge himself. He brought the food to the table, served rice for his three senior siblings, then stepped aside.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sisters, please enjoy."

The three had long since lost their patience. They grabbed their chopsticks and dug in.

Seeing Lin Chen still standing there, Ming Bufan immediately said, "Sit down and eat with us!"

"Me?" Lin Chen pointed at his own nose. "Senior Brother, I'm a handyman, you all..."

"What nonsense are you talking!"

This time, before Ming Bufan could speak, Third Senior Brother Qi Ruming slammed his chopsticks down on the spot.

"Once you're on Sect Leader Peak, we're all fellow disciples. 'Handyman' this, 'handyman' that—it's annoying to hear. From now on, you're our Little Junior Brother."

"Did you hear that? Sit down and eat." Senior Brother Ming Bufan smiled and beckoned him over.

A warmth spread through Lin Chen's heart.

He had imagined before that he'd be treated like a beast of burden.

But these past two days had shown him he was being treated like family.

So he stopped hesitating and sat down at the table with ease.

"This dish is incredible!"

Third Senior Brother Qi Ruming stuffed his cheeks and chewed with abandon.

Second Senior Sister Jian Rushuang didn't say a word, but the frequency of her chopstick strikes kept increasing.

Only Ming Bufan ate slowly and deliberately, maintaining a refined and gentle demeanor.

Over the course of the meal, Lin Chen had already figured out the temperaments of all three.

Senior Brother Ming Bufan was graceful and poised, every move radiating elegance.

He carried an aura of authority without needing to raise his voice.

Second Senior Sister was quiet, reserved, and seemed a bit timid.

But the moment she grabbed the sword slung across her back, she instantly exuded a chilling killing intent—sharp and domineering.

As for Third Senior Brother, he was a hot-tempered forging fanatic.

When it came to artifact crafting, he had an almost fanatical obsession.

"Lin Chen, this is a blank Jade Slip for you, along with a set of Concealment Art and a set of Sword Control Art. Practice them when you have time. And here's what you asked for."

Before leaving, Senior Brother handed him a pile of things.

Third Senior Brother gave him a High-grade Artifact Sword he had forged himself—enough for Lin Chen to use for a while.

Second Senior Sister, however, gave him a Little Rabbit Doll.

After seeing them off, Lin Chen tidied up and began inspecting the purchased items.

"That's a lot of seeds!" Lin Chen set down the various seed packets and noticed a grass basket filled with over a hundred poultry eggs. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Am I supposed to hatch these myself?"

After organizing everything, Lin Chen found a hoe and headed to the open ground outside to plant vegetables.

Digging holes, burying seeds, watering...

Just as he was getting into the rhythm, a Message Crane flew right up to him.

"Chen-ge, I'm at the foot of Sect Leader Peak. Come pick me up quick."

The crane glowed, and Jin Yuanbao's voice came out from inside.

Lin Chen put down the hoe and headed straight down the mountain.

"Chen-ge!"

From a distance, he could already see that round, glittering fatty dripping with jewelry.

To be honest, Lin Chen really didn't understand why Jin Yuanbao dressed like that.

Like some nouveau riche.

"Chen-ge, I got the info you wanted."

As soon as Lin Chen got close, Jin Yuanbao mysteriously pulled out a small booklet.

"This is the Storybook the Sect Leader loves most."

Lin Chen reached out and took it, slowly opening it. The pictures and text inside immediately caught his eye.

It reminded him of the Picture Books from his past life—identical.

He flipped through it quickly from start to finish, then snapped it shut with a smack.

He looked at Jin Yuanbao with a skeptical expression. "The Sect Leader calls this kind of Picture Book a Storybook?"

"That's right!"

Jin Yuanbao's face was full of excitement, a golden gleam shining in his eyes. "Brother Chen, I've already asked around."

"This kind of storybook is in short supply at Green Mountain Sect. Every time one comes out, it gets bought up at a high price."

"Is that really true?"

Lin Chen pinched his chin, sizing up the Picture Book anew.

"Of course it's true." Jin Yuanbao was so envious he was practically drooling. "Brother Chen, I spent three Spirit Stones on this one copy, and that was only because I called in a favor with an acquaintance."

Three Spirit Stones?

Lin Chen was stunned.

The material of this Picture Book, along with its crude illustrations and text, would be worth just a few Copper Coins in the mortal world.

One Gold Coin could be exchanged for ten thousand Copper Coins, and one Spirit Stone could be traded for anywhere from ten thousand to twenty thousand Gold Coins on the Black Market.

What outrageous profit was this!

"Are the spiritual world's pastimes really so barren? People are scrambling for this kind of Picture Book?"

A plan formed in Lin Chen's mind. "Jin Yuanbao, that get-rich scheme I promised you before—I've got it now."

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