Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and picked up with a smile.
"Sure, you said it yourself. Next time the teacher beats me up, Uncle Zhao has to stand up for me."
"This..."
As soon as those words came out, Zhao Wuji's old face reddened. He sheepishly lowered his raised fist and coughed awkwardly twice.
"Your teacher is an exception... Xiao Linzi, I'm still young. I want to live a few more years."
"Hah, after all that, you were just talking big in front of me."
Lin Feng shot him a scornful look, turned, and headed out of the training grounds, not forgetting to call back,
"Remember to take it soon."
Lin Feng reached into his storage Soul Tool and sensed the Gold Soul Coins piled inside like a small mountain—one and a half million in total, half again as much as the price he had named.
"Tsk, tsk. Who would've thought Uncle Zhao was a hidden tycoon? You're pretty rich."
With practiced ease, he activated the Blessing Gold Pouch and had it devour every Gold Soul Coin in the storage Soul Tool. Watching the number of coins in the Martial Soul Equipment Mall rise, the corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably.
In the end, the Martial Soul Equipment Mall's balance settled at eight hundred thousand coins. He was still short two hundred thousand Mall Gold Coins—or two million Gold Soul Coins—before he could gather one million Mall Gold Coins and unlock the Storm Dragon King buff.
Lin Feng felt delighted.
"Making ten million Gold Soul Coins doesn't seem as difficult as I imagined."
He headed straight to the little cabin where Oscar lived.
"Big Brother!"
Oscar, who had been meditating inside, sensed the movement. When he saw Lin Feng, whom he had not seen in a long time, barely concealed