If I Can't Borrow It, Then I Can Rob It
"Passionate Douluo, what brings you here? Am I not obligated to repay the money?" Yin Hongye turned around and stored the entire bookshelf behind him into his Storage Soul Tool.
Zang Xin stood at the end of the passage, his white robe fluttering even without wind, his face bearing his usual smile, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
The knuckles of his hand, which was clenched behind his back, were blue from gripping the fist so tightly.
This person is a real beast; how could they say such a thing?
This person's debts have piled up to tens of trillions; do you think you can just say you won't pay them back?
"Yin Hongye." Zang Xin's voice was cold, chilling to the bone. "You broke into my Tang Sect's secret vault, stole the pill formula, and then, right in front of me, asked if I didn't have to pay back the money? You've gone too far!"
"Who stole it? It's borrowed. The alchemy furnace and the pill formula were both borrowed, and I haven't returned them yet, so it's still owed." Yin Hongye acted as if she had nothing to lose. "Besides, your Tang Sect is rich, you don't need my little bit of money. What kind of relationship do we have? Talking about money is too hurtful."
Zang Xin's chest heaved violently.
Seriously, I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.
It's something that only goes in and never comes out.
But the previously agreed-upon deal will still be completed.
He slowly raised his hand, white Soul Power swirling around his fingertips like a thin mist. "I won't lend it."
"Oh, you won't lend it?" Yin Hongye laughed, not annoyed at all. Instead, she took a step forward, the Hong Lian barely visible beneath her feet. "Then I can just steal it."
Saying it's a loan is to save face for everyone; it makes everyone look good.
But if it really came down to it, he wasn't afraid to take action.
Zang Xin's eyelid twitched.
Is this person's Martial Soul definitely the Hong Lian? How utterly shameless! Stealing something right in front of its owner, and yet they can still speak so arrogantly.
The Soul Power slowly flowed from his fingertips, and the surrounding space seemed to be pressed down and frozen by an invisible hand.
He stood there, his long robe swaying gently, but in his mind he was already rapidly calculating the price of his actions.
Make a move? This is his Tang Sect's secret vault.
Moreover, Heartless Douluo was always tied up with the Blood God Legion.
Yin Hongye is also Limit Douluo. If they really fought here, even a single aftershock could completely destroy the Tang Sect's resources.
Losing is shameful, winning means your house is destroyed; either way, it's a loss.
Furthermore, just how skilled is Yin Hongye at destroying houses?
Conservatively speaking, Shrek City probably doesn't even have half of it.
Moreover, all of the Tang Sect's accumulated wealth will be lost.
Zang Xin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the murderous intent in his eyes had dissipated by seventy percent. "Get out!"
"Okay. I'll treat you to tea next time."
As soon as Yin Hongye finished speaking, her entire body suddenly dispersed, transforming into hundreds of red lotus petals that vanished into the wind.
Each lotus petal was enveloped in a faint flame, swirling and floating within the secret chamber before finally vanishing without a trace, like an extinguished lamp.
The secret vault fell silent once more.
Zang Xin stood there, watching the Yin Hongye dissipate, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, finally managing to squeeze out only two words through gritted teeth. "Bastard."
"These bizarre things have been properly educated! Underworld Douluo is one, and this Yin Hongye is another—both immortal beings are lacking in discipline!"
He was speechless. Right now, the only company in the entire Federation facing the highest economic risk was Yin Hongye, which had absolutely no money.
The cards are all Federation, and the money isn't his.
The following afternoon, in Mingdu.
Yin Hongye and Mu Hongchen led Leng Yaozhu deeper into the laboratory.
The sealed chambers were lined up in a row, with the Immortal Herb Spirits sitting or lying down, all of them rendered listless and without any spirit. Leng Yaozhu's gaze swept over them, and she paused for a moment.
A rare hint of surprise appeared on her usually aloof and elegant face.
Infernal Delicate Apricot, Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Black Jade Divine Bamboo, Earth Dragon Golden Melon, Primordial Immortal Herb... all are transformed immortal Immortal Herb Spirits, and all of them are at the 100,000-year level.
Before she was called in, she only knew that "there was a shipment," but she didn't expect it to be such a large shipment.
"The Tang Sect actually has so many Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit," she said in surprise.
Yin Hongye nodded and said, "That's right, you've hidden so many good things. Don't think your Spirit Pagoda is richer than a country. Compared to the Tang Sect, you're all poor."
Leng Yaozhu nodded. At this time, the number of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit sold out was dwindling, but the Tang Sect had countless...
Well, the arms trade is an incredibly profitable business.
Of course, the most profitable business was run by Yin Hongye and his partner. They treated Federation laws as mere decorations, but these two just loved money.
They were all just stolen.
Then they turned around and bought a large quantity of materials.
Leng Yaozhu glanced at him but didn't respond. She walked to the sealed chamber, her gaze sweeping over the Immortal Herb Spirits one by one, finally settling on the fiery red, arrogant-looking Infernal Delicate Apricot.
"You all go out first, I need to create Soul Spirit." She said, already walking to the sealed pod of the Infernal Delicate Apricot.
He even took out a sealing device to prevent sound from leaking out.
Yin Hongye nodded, showing no curiosity about the thing. He didn't care about it at all. He glanced at Mu Hongchen and said, "Let's go, let's go persuade the students."
"Alright. Let's see who among these people isn't going to join our Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy." Mu Hongchen straightened his collar, his tone exuding the composure of a homeroom teacher checking dormitories.
Qian Renxue followed behind them, and also pulled away Di Qiuer and Na'er, who were still trying to peek out.
She knew that creating Soul Spirit was a closely guarded secret of the Spirit Pagoda, and that Leng Yaozhu were already showing great respect by helping.
Some secrets are better left unseen.
The group then entered another spacious training room.
The hundreds of captured freshmen had already woken up, strapped to chairs by a row of Soul Tool, their mouths gagged with silencers, their eyes wide open.
When they saw someone come in, they began to struggle desperately again.
But upon seeing that it was the Red Lotus Douluo, they all immediately became obedient.
Will they be able to see the sun rise tomorrow?
"Don't be afraid. I'm here to reason with you. Join the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy, and you'll have good food and drink, and a guaranteed job after graduation. It's okay if you don't join, but... you might have to sit here for a few more days and think it through."
Yin Hongye smiled kindly, but the trainees below looked at him as if he were a plague god.
The words had barely left his mouth when a group of people shouted almost simultaneously, "I'm in!"
"I'll join too!"
"Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy is great! I've wanted to go there for ages! Shrek Academy? I was only there because I was forced to! Who wants to go to that lousy academy!"
"You've all said it, what am I supposed to say! Does the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy provide room and board? It's guaranteed I'll blindly enroll!"
Yin Hongye nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Mu Hongchen and said, "You see, our educational philosophy is quite successful. These people are very enlightened! We didn't even need to advertise; they just joined directly."
Mu Hongchen, standing nearby with a tablet, had already started entering the list. "Putting aside their awareness, the accommodation conditions for the Outer Court of the Shrek Academy are already so public. They're still scrambling to get in. I really don't understand why."
Yin Hongye laughed and said, "Maybe it's just a case of forcing yourself to endure something you can't handle."
As he spoke, he walked to the side and lightly kicked the chair leg with his toe. A blond boy was tied to the chair, pretending to be dead with his head down.
The boy shuddered from the kick, looked up, his blond hair plastered messily to his face, and his expression was full of panic.