Chapter 122: I Am the Mr. Lin He Spoke Of

Lin Yi hung up the phone. He had originally suspected that the Feng family was hiding something because of a precious treasure within the jade mine. However, he had never imagined that the mine was actually a spirit stone deposit. The difference in value was thousands, if not tens of thousands of times greater; such immense profits would make anyone envious.

Taking advantage of the time before his flight was scheduled to depart, Lin Yi strode off the plane. Ye Shuang'er and Master Du exchanged a glance and hurriedly followed him.

"Mr. Lin, are you planning to go to the Feng family?" Ye Shuang'er asked cautiously. Sitting next to Lin Yi and being a martial artist herself, she had clearly heard the contents of the phone call.

"Yes," Lin Yi said calmly.

"Then, Mr. Lin, I will purchase tickets to Shan Province for you right now." As she spoke, Ye Shuang'er took out her phone, ready to book the flights.

Lin Yi shook his head. "No need. I have other ways to get there."

Ye Shuang'er hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Lin, may I accompany you?" She had intended to visit Lin Yi on this trip, and now that he was here, going to Lan City held no further purpose.

"Your legs are your own; you don't need to ask me where you go," Lin Yi said with a light laugh. After all, Ye Shuang'er had brought him a gold-devouring insect, so he held a reasonably favorable impression of her.

Lin Yi walked to a secluded corner, with Ye Shuang'er and Master Du following out of curiosity. When they saw Lin Yi produce a flying boat, both of them were filled with immense astonishment.

"Mr. Lin, what kind of magical artifact is this? I have never seen one before," Master Du asked with burning eyes.

"A flying boat," Lin Yi said simply before leaping onto it. "Come on up."

"Is, is that all right?" Ye Shuang'er felt a thrill of joy, not expecting Mr. Lin to invite her personally.

"Yes," Lin Yi nodded.

Ye Shuang'er touched the boat, then tipped her toes and moved with the grace of a fairy, landing lightly on the vessel. Once they were aboard, Lin Yi focused his mind, and the boat slowly rose into the sky. Simultaneously, a faint protective barrier shimmered around its edges. This was a formation inherent to the boat, providing protection that, given sufficient spirit stones, could withstand even the assault of a Nascent Soul expert. It also filtered out all toxic gases and ensured a comfortable environment, as the craft traveled at such extreme speeds that the wind would otherwise feel like blades against ordinary people.

Racing through the sky, Lin Yi arrived in Shan Province in less than ten minutes. As soon as they landed, Ye Shuang'er's legs turned to jelly; Master Du fared even worse, having vomited several times during the flight.

"Are you alright?" Lin Yi asked, seeing Ye Shuang'er's pale complexion.

"I, I'm fine." Being a martial artist, Ye Shuang'er recovered after a brief moment. It was simply the first time she had ridden a flying boat, and she hadn't adapted to the terrifying speed—it was a hundred times more intense than a roller coaster.

Lin Yi smiled faintly and called Feng Yuling, instructing her to come and pick him up.

...

At the jade mine, Feng Gaozhuo looked at the more than one hundred martial artists and two masters overseeing the operation, feeling truly emboldened.

Feng Yi said in a deep voice, "Everyone, wait here for a moment. I will go and lure that monster out."

The Feng family naturally wanted to keep the situation inside the mine strictly confidential. With a master like himself in charge, no accidents had occurred so far.

Sun Hongyi chuckled and said, "Old Feng, would you like me to join you? Since we are both masters, we can look out for one another."

Feng Yi's eyes darkened slightly. He knew exactly what schemes Sun Hongyi was hatching—nothing more than wanting to sneak inside to investigate. If this were a normal jade mine, he wouldn't care, but this was a spirit stone mine. Once word spread, the five great powers of Yanxia would surely move, and there would be nothing left for the Feng family.

Thus, with a forced smile, Feng Yi replied, "Master Sun, that won't be necessary. Too many people will only make that monster more cautious."

Sun Hongyi’s eyes flickered, and he smiled. "Is that so? Then I shall wait outside."

As he spoke, a tiny, ant-sized insect crawled out from his sleeve and scurried toward the mine entrance. The creature was so small that it drew no attention, and it seemed to possess the ability to hide its presence, remaining unnoticed even by Feng Yi.

Feng Yi walked into the mine, where roars echoed faintly. He didn't intend to hide his approach, striding straight inside. The deeper he went, the richer the spiritual energy became, making his pores open in sheer comfort. After walking about ten meters, the ground began to tremble, and stones and dust rained down from the ceiling.

"It's here." Feng Yi felt a surge of excitement and retreated rapidly.

Just as he exited the mine, a pangolin the size of a bull charged out. The creature was golden, as if clad in armor, and looked quite majestic. Its claws were long and sharp, leaving deep grooves in the ground with every step.

"Everyone, attack! This pangolin is a spirit beast with terrifying strength. Don't hold anything back!" Feng Yi shouted. He drew his long sword from his back and unleashed a fierce burst of *qi*, striking the creature's golden scales.

*Clang.*

The pangolin remained unscathed; the master's strike felt like a mere scratch against its impenetrable armor. Feng Yi's pupils constricted—the beast had grown even stronger. Previously, he could at least inflict some minor damage, but now, he couldn't even dent its scales.

Angered by the strike, the pangolin roared and charged into the crowd. Everyone unleashed their martial techniques, but their attacks left not a single mark on the beast. Conversely, every bite or swipe from the pangolin instantly claimed the life of a martial artist. As terror spread, many began to consider fleeing.

"Master Sun, what are you waiting for!" Feng Yi yelled in frustration, stabbing at the pangolin again. This time, his sword left only a faint scratch on its back.

"What's the rush?" Sun Hongyi grinned, moving forward at a leisurely pace. As he advanced, black mist began to spread—a secret technique he had honed using countless deadly poisons. Any living creature that breathed this mist would die within minutes.

Sensing that Sun Hongyi posed the greatest threat, the pangolin abandoned Feng Yi and lunged at him.

"How foolish," Sun Hongyi sneered, his form shrouded in the toxic cloud. The pangolin charged straight into the mist and took a massive bite, swallowing a large portion of the poison. Sun Hongyi’s pupils shrank; he hadn't expected the beast to be so ferocious. Moreover, it showed no signs of poisoning, acting as lively as ever. His toxic mist, refined from countless poisons, could kill an elephant in seconds.

The pangolin opened its mouth and took another bite, leaving a noticeable gap in the cloud, as if a piece had been taken out of a cake.

"Damn you, stop!" Sun Hongyi roared in anger. He gestured, and the mist condensed into a giant hand that swiped at the pangolin. The beast dodged nimbly, not forgetting to take another bite out of the hand before leaping away.

Sun Hongyi's face turned even darker. He quickly retracted the mist and took out a bell made from an infant's skull from his storage bag. *Ring, ring.* As he shook the bell, the pangolin paused, its eyes glazing over. This bell was used to control venomous creatures and could also force control over low-intelligence beasts. Though the pangolin was a spirit beast, the bell could at least provide a distraction.

Taking advantage of the beast’s confusion, Sun Hongyi released several venomous insects from bottles. But as soon as they crawled onto the pangolin, it shook itself awake and roared, its foot-long tongue lashing out to snap up the insects in one go.

Sun Hongyi was livid; he had spent a fortune and years of effort cultivating those insects. This pangolin was simply too bizarre—it couldn't be beaten, couldn't be poisoned, and was more troublesome than a hedgehog.

Seizing the moment while the pangolin was eating, Feng Yi shook his sword and struck at the beast's eye, one of the few areas not covered by scales. *Clang.* The pangolin reacted with lightning speed, curling into a ball, and Feng Yi’s killing blow missed.

"Oh no." Before Feng Yi could retreat, the pangolin uncurled and snapped its jaws onto his shoulder. With a sickening *crack*, the pangolin bit off Feng Yi's right arm.

"Retreat, retreat now!" Feng Yi turned deathly pale and scrambled backward. The other martial artists, terrified by seeing a master so severely wounded, quickly followed suit.

They retreated three hundred meters away before the pangolin stopped its pursuit, lazily moving toward a corpse to begin its meal. The sight left everyone's faces ashen.

"Master Feng, we are withdrawing," one martial artist shouted.

"Very well. Those who wish to leave may do so; I will not stop you," Feng Yi said, sweating profusely as he endured the agony.

Feng Gaozhuo said nothing; the pangolin was clearly beyond the reach of anyone below a master's level. Sun Hongyi sat nearby, and if one looked closely, a small insect could be seen near his ear—the same one that had scouted ahead earlier.

"To think a spirit stone mine was hidden here," Sun Hongyi thought, a glint of greed in his eyes. No wonder the Feng family was willing to pay such a high price to deal with this monster.

Once the other martial artists had left, Feng Gaozhuo approached Sun Hongyi and said respectfully, "Master Sun, do you know of any other masters who could help? We can discuss the payment."

Sun Hongyi’s eyes flickered with a sinister expression. "Certainly. However, I want a fifty percent share of the jade mine."

"That is impossible!" Feng Gaozhuo exploded. The value of this mine was immeasurable; even one-ten-thousandth of it was worth hundreds of billions. Asking for fifty percent was a blatant attempt at extortion.

"If you don't agree, then you can leave your lives here," Sun Hongyi said coldly. He intended to seize it by force; a spirit stone mine was enough to drive any martial artist to madness.

"You wouldn't dare!" Feng Yi shouted.

"And why wouldn't I?" Sun Hongyi showed no fear. Even at his peak, Feng Yi was no match for him, let alone now, missing an arm.

Feng Gaozhuo’s expression was grim. "Master Sun, I will tell you the truth: Mr. Lin already owns fifty percent of this mine."

"Mr. Lin? Which Mr. Lin?" Sun Hongyi hadn't immediately realized who he meant.

At that moment, a chilling voice rang out from behind him: "I am the Mr. Lin he is talking about!"