Watching Ye Lin steady himself before him, Zhang Yi's eyes brimmed with admiration. Ye Lin had taken seven-tenths of his strength in a single strike at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, yet he hadn't even changed color or suffered a scratch. Zhang Yi had never seen anything like it.
"Good. Since you've taken one of my moves, I'll honor my promise."
As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, the wooden door behind Ye Lin exploded open. Hu Hansan stood there, holding a Great Hammer, his face tense.
"What happened, Master? What's going on?"
"Out."
Seeing Hu Hansan like this, Zhang Yi rubbed his head, troubled.
The kid was good in every way. It was just that he was a little slow on the uptake.
"Oh."
Hu Hansan glanced suspiciously at the wreckage all around, then at Ye Lin, before slowly walking back out.
"Now, it's time for me to honor my promise. Before you become the Holy Son, my Giant Hammer Sect can provide you with ten Mid-grade Spirit Stones and three hundred Low-Tier Spirit Stones each month for your cultivation."
Ye Lin was slightly surprised. The Giant Hammer Sect had deep pockets.
After all, these resources Zhang Yi had mentioned would be given every month until Ye Lin competed to become the Holy Son.
The total resources provided would amount to an enormous sum. Sure enough, monopolies were profitable.
"By the way, Senior, there's something I need your help with."
Ye Lin suddenly remembered something and took a Long Sword from his Spatial Ring, placing it on the table.
"An Mysterious Grade Low Tier Long Sword. Not bad."
Zhang Yi picked it up and flicked it lightly with his index finger. The sword trembled, ringing out again and again.
As a Third-Rank Artifact Refiner, forging a Yellow-Grade High-Tier