A Deadly Mission Deserves a Reward!

After listening to Zhou Yi, Lin Yun pondered for a moment. To put it plainly, his normal rest time would now be occupied by challengers, while he could do whatever he wanted during regular class hours.

He could attend cultural classes if he felt like it, and those repetitive running and physical endurance drills were waived entirely; that actually sounded pretty decent.

After all, his rest time was mostly in the afternoon or evening, while the majority of the day was spent in class.

Now, it was as if he had cleared out most of his class time to do as he pleased, and the afternoons and evenings weren't exactly disappearing entirely.

However, when it came down to it, the fact that Zhou Yi had let others try to beat him into a pulp hadn't been forgotten; this was merely a sweet treat following a big stick.

Lin Yun chose to eat the treat, but he didn't forget a single grudge that needed to be remembered.

Zhou Yi didn't know what Lin Yun was thinking; at this moment, she was simply immersed in her own self-proclaimed unique "talent cultivation plan," unable to extricate herself.

Lin Yun spoke up at this time.

"Since that is what Teacher Zhou says, then I shall agree to this matter for now. However, according to your words, my time is now mine to manage freely, so I will be taking my leave."

As he spoke, Lin Yun waved his hand with his back to Zhou Yi and walked toward the dormitory area.

When he reached the dormitory area, Mu En was still lying there. Seeing Lin Yun, he lifted his eyelids and asked with confusion, "Why aren't you in class? Your aura is a bit scattered—did you get into a fight?"

Lin Yun recounted the recent events and Zhou Yi's exact words to Mu En. Mu En smiled, shook his head, and said calmly, "So be it. With your aptitude, whether you undergo that training or not is of little consequence. Since you have nothing else to do, go do a task for me."

Lin Yun instinctively wanted to decline, because given Mu En's status and position, the things he wanted done were either suicidal missions or so-called tests meant to toy with fools.

Lin Yun didn't consider himself some god-like figure wearing a resurrection armor, nor was he an idler willing to be played for a fool, so he said immediately, "With this humble one's meager level, how could I possibly be of help to you?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a weapon resembling a Persian scimitar appeared out of thin air in Mu En's hand and rested against Lin Yun's shoulder. Lin Yun changed his tune immediately.

"Your command is my wish! Please, just give the order. Even if I have to climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire today, I will find a way to get the job done for you."

Mu En chuckled, tossed the scimitar to Lin Yun, and said, "Alright, look at you. Doing a little favor for this old man is like making you swallow two pounds of fly dung. Most students would kill for this opportunity."

Lin Yun immediately replied, "I am wasting a precious gift; I am ungrateful. That is why you should save this opportunity for those seniors who are always staring at the ground beneath your feet, ready to pave the way with their own bodies at any moment. Isn't that right? You should cherish the virtuous and distance yourself from the petty. Someone like me, who is unreliable and a weakling, should just be let off the hook."

Mu En waved his hand and said to Lin Yun, "Stop spouting nonsense. The scimitar in your hand is your greeting gift. It was left behind by a twenty-thousand-year-old Swamp Forest Python that was accidentally killed when the Sun Moon Empire invaded the Douluo Continent."

"It is crafted from an entire venomous fang and fused with eight types of rare metals; it can easily pierce the defenses of an average Soul King. Go to Flying Star City near Heaven Dou City and help me investigate the students who have gone missing in that vicinity."

Before Lin Yun could refuse, Mu En continued, "You don't need to actually engage in combat. Just go as an ordinary Soul Master, see if there are any Evil Soul Masters, and check on the situation of that student."

Lin Yun thought to himself, You can talk until the cows come home, but this is still a suicide mission! A senior from the Inner Court must be at least a Soul King. If even a Soul King has fallen, and you're sending a Soul Grand Master like me, no one in the world would do something as outrageous as this.

Seeing that Lin Yun's expression remained grim, Mu En said, "The seniors of the academy haven't acted because they aren't sure of the opponent's level and fear alerting them, which would lead to the needless sacrifice of Inner Court students. You haven't officially enrolled yet, and you're in Class One, which has the highest expulsion rate."

"Your strength will allow you to blend in without being noticed. When the time comes, just keep an eye out for any Evil Soul Masters. If you can find that student, that would be even better."

Lin Yun looked at him and then said, "This blade is only the foundation for me to go. Give me a down payment so that risking my life has some value."

Mu En narrowed his eyes and said, "A Soul Ascension Pill."

Lin Yun said disdainfully, "Are you trying to dismiss a beggar? I am, at the very least, an Innate Full Soul Power genius; a Soul Ascension Pill means very little to me."

Mu En frowned, a trace of impatience and disdain appearing in his eyes as he said to Lin Yun, "Then tell me, what do you want?"

Lin Yun said, "At the very least, two External Soul Bones."

"What on earth makes you think you're worth two External Soul Bones? What kind of golden-leafed, jade-branched life do you think you have?"

"That represents two lives—mine and that senior's. You don't need to try and fool me; if that Inner Court disciple wasn't so important, you wouldn't be going to such lengths to find him."

"One."

"It's a deal!"

Mu En was quite straightforward after agreeing, taking a box out from his portable Soul Tool.

"Inside is the left foot bone of an Earth Wind Pseudo-Dragon, two thousand years old. It has a solidified teleportation soul skill. How well you fuse it is up to you."

Lin Yun took the box, looked at the crystal-clear foot bone inside that radiated a green halo, nodded, and said to Mu En, "That's more like it. I've taken your money, so I'll resolve your trouble. I'm off."

Mu En shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that this kid had just been professing his loyalty and claiming to remember Shrek Academy's kindness, only to reveal his true colors so quickly.

Lying on his rocking chair, Mu En thought that this was fine as well; as long as he had already begun to oppose the Evil Soul Masters on their side and stained his hands with a bit of their blood, he would likely no longer be welcomed by them.

On the other side, Lin Yun boarded the carriage caravan heading toward Flying Star City, taking a deep breath as he watched the scenery continuously flying backward.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered just running away, but the feasibility was too low; he had already accepted the benefits, and if he didn't make the trip, Shrek Academy might issue a bounty or something similar.

In that case, he feared he would end up with nowhere to bury his corpse.

After all, Shrek Academy was world-renowned with graduates everywhere, and given the nature of those people, it was entirely possible that someone was even tailing him and keeping watch right now.

Lin Yun's plan was still to grind enough favorability at Shrek Academy, then head to the Holy Spirit Cult to pick up some secret techniques suitable for undead attributes, and finally, help whoever was winning to wash his reputation clean.

As for when God King Tang arrived later, he would assess the situation; if he could win, he would fight, and if he couldn't, he would lay low and find another way to achieve godhood.

After all, it wasn't as if there were no immortals on the Douluo Continent, such as Tang Hao, who had become the Plane Master with the help of God King Tang...