Soul Recovery Pavilion, An Incoming Probe

Lin Feng did not notice the shocked expressions of the two men, methodically explaining his grand plan for making money in a calm tone.

"We can charge by tier: 5 silver coins for a Soul Master, 2 Gold Soul Coins for a Soul Grand Master, 4 for a Soul Elder, 10 for a Soul Ancestor, 20 for a Soul King, 40 for a Soul Emperor, and 60 for a Soul Saint."

"We won't take any jobs above the Soul Saint level; the risks are too high, and it would be too easy to expose us."

His gaze suddenly sharpened, flashing with a caution that belied his age.

"Also, to prevent any accidents, we need to dig two tunnels leading to the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest. If we ever run into real trouble, we can make a safe escape."

After speaking, he looked up at the two men, his expression composed and steady.

"Dean, Uncle Zhao, take a look—are there any loopholes in my plan?"

As Zhao Wuji listened to the plan, which even accounted for an escape route, he was left dumbfounded and clapped his hands together.

"Lin Feng, you little rascal, you're a genius!"

Flender looked at Lin Feng, his expression complex as his mouth twitched.

This level of calculation, this foresight, this path to wealth—the scent was all too familiar. It was the unmistakable stench of a profiteer... of a peer.

He shot Lin Feng a disgruntled look.

"Honestly, you brat, have you been plotting this for a long time just to rake in the cash?"

Lin Feng chuckled, leaned forward two steps, and crisply laid out the profit-sharing.

"Dean, Uncle Zhao, I'll take fifty percent of the earnings, and you two can split the remaining fifty. How does that sound?"

A golden path to wealth was laid out before them, and their heart rates quickened.

One only had to look at the wealthiest sect in the world, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, to know that while support-type soul masters are difficult to cultivate, they make money incredibly fast.

Zhao Wuji's heart was practically leaping out of his chest as he looked at Flender with burning eyes.

"What do you say? This business is a guaranteed profit!"

The final decision still rested with Flender.

As a flying agility-type Soul Saint, his speed was peerless; even an ordinary Titled Douluo couldn't catch him in a short chase. Coupled with Lin Feng's blue buff providing infinite soul power sustain, even if they ran into a tough opponent, they could retreat at any time as long as they weren't surrounded.

Lin Feng watched the still-pondering Flender and softly goaded him.

"Dean, what are you still worried about? You are a dignified Soul Saint powerhouse—show some backbone!"

"Alright, alright, you don't need to goad me!"

Flender glared at him fiercely, though his tense face couldn't hide a hint of a smile, and he waved his hand with feigned seriousness.

"I agree. Now get lost and go cultivate; stop loitering here."

Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and fearing Flender might change his mind, he turned and walked away with light steps.

"You got it! I'm off to cultivate right now."

Watching his back as he scurried out the door, Flender's stern expression instantly collapsed. He picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"What a little fox, a natural-born money-grubber."

Zhao Wuji leaned in, winking and nudging him, and lowered his voice to ask with a meaningful expression.

"Old Flender, we've been friends for decades, so don't hold back—tell me the truth... is this kid an illegitimate son you've been hiding all these years?"

"If you've truly let go of what happened back then, you have to drink a couple of rounds with me tonight!"

"Pfft—"

The tea Flender had just taken into his mouth sprayed out directly. He choked, coughing repeatedly until his face turned red, and he immediately cursed in annoyance.

"What kind of nonsense is that? Get out, get out, get out! What are you blathering about!"

Zhao Wuji wore an expression that said, "I have already seen through the truth," as he shook his head and walked out, muttering to himself the whole way.

"Identical. This obsession with money, it's just..."

Thirty kilometers outside the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest, A rest market, Street vendors shouted one after another, their stalls packed tightly together.

"Take a look! Venom from a thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider, the ultimate tool for poisoning!"

"Bandages, fast-acting antidotes—essential for entering the forest!"

"Ancestral secret grain pills: one pill replaces two meals, two pills keep you full for a day."

Amidst the clamor, several teams about to enter the forest to hunt for soul rings had their gazes inadvertently sweep across a wall, and they stopped in their tracks on the spot.

Brand new advertisements were plastered on the wall.

The words "Rapid Soul Power Recovery" were particularly eye-catching.

Someone reached out and tore one down, and several people huddled together to read it.

"Still worried about insufficient soul power?

Come to the Soul Recovery Pavilion, and we'll restore you to your peak state within one minute!"

"Soul power overdrawn? Afraid of enemies taking advantage of your weakness? Afraid of missing the perfect moment to hunt? Come to the Soul Recovery Pavilion!"

"Encountered an enemy while your soul power is empty, leaving you powerless to act?

Come to the Soul Recovery Pavilion, turn the tables in one second, and fill your confidence to the brim!"

Looking at these blunt and arrogant slogans, the group burst into laughter on the spot.

"This boss is truly a character; he doesn't even draft his lies before bragging."

"Qiangzi, look at this—full soul power recovery in one minute? In a place where we lick blood off the edge of a blade, he's really not afraid of having his shop smashed on the spot, hahaha."

"Even a ten-thousand-year soul skill wouldn't dare claim a full recovery in one minute, and the fee is so cheap. Who would believe this!"

But as they laughed, someone's gaze paused, locking onto the bright red text at the bottom of the notice, and their voice grew quieter.

"Guaranteed by a Soul Saint; if your soul power isn't fully restored, you don't pay."

Within the team, Shen Lang furrowed his brows and lowered his voice to speak to their leader:

"Captain, we're running out of time. If we're any later, that ten-thousand-year Black Phosphorus Wolf King will be snatched up by another group."

"With a Soul Saint providing the guarantee, why don't we... give it a try? Even if it's fake, we won't lose much money."

Mercenary leader Li Mang crumpled the notice, his knuckles tightening slightly. He glanced at the address, tucked the paper away, and waved his hand with a bold stride forward.

"Let's go! I want to see if this Soul Recovery Pavilion really has the ability."

"If they dare to fool me, I'll flip this shop upside down!"

The group marched aggressively toward the location on the notice.

At the end of the street, A small two-story building stood in the corner, the three gold-leaf characters for "Soul Recovery Pavilion" on the sign standing out prominently in the sunlight.

On the second floor of the small building, Lin Feng wore a mask that was half black and half white, covering his entire face and revealing only his eyes.

Looking through the one-way mirror, he could see the lobby downstairs clearly and nodded in satisfaction.

"Uncle Zhao, just sit by my side when the time comes to block those who want to probe us. Perfect."

"Everything is ready; all that's missing is the customer."

Not long after, a gruff voice echoed from the doorway.

"Is this the Soul Recovery Pavilion? I heard you can restore soul power to full in under a minute?"

Flender, lying on a rocking chair, didn't even lift his eyelids, slowly sipping his hot tea.

"Forty Gold Soul Coins."

Li Mang had been holding back a belly full of fire because no one had greeted them, and he was just about to erupt, but his gaze touched upon the faint, lingering pressure of soul power radiating from Flender.

Recalling the mask and the "Soul Saint guarantee" on the advertisement, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his temper was instantly suppressed.

A Soul Emperor for forty Gold Soul Coins... that was right.

"Old Lang, pay the man!"

Shen Lang hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully placed forty Gold Soul Coins on the table.

Lin Feng raised his palm, and the Blessing Gold Pouch slowly manifested. A yellow soul ring quietly lit up as he chanted softly.

"Blue Sentinel Power!"

At the same instant, Zhao Wuji released a sliver of his soul power, and a heavy, mountain-like pressure enveloped the entire room.

A shimmering, azure halo of light descended silently onto Li Mang.

The next second, Li Mang's entire body shuddered.

The soul power in his body, which had been reduced to half, began to surge wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His empty meridians were instantly filled with soul power, and that feeling of extreme, overflowing strength arrived so quickly it felt unreal.

He looked up in shock toward the source of the soul power on the second floor, but he saw only a cold mirror.

Just as he wanted to use his soul power to probe deeper, an unfathomable pressure of soul power bore down on him, directly repelling his own energy.