Sword Dao Alchemy

"Tell me... what kind of grievance is it? I can't accept it?"

Lin Yun asked with a smile.

For him, any grievance is acceptable as long as it does not sell his soul.

"Actually, it's just a matter of face and a slight difference in status." The old man tried to speak as tactfully as possible.

"Speak clearly!" Lin Yun was a little impatient with such roundabout remarks.

"Ahem!" The old man coughed dryly to relieve his embarrassment and continued with a forced smile.

"It's like this. The disciples in white clothes and above in my Tongtian Academy can choose from one to five companions."

"The companion also has the status of a disciple of the academy, but he is a disciple in black. He usually also does some internal affairs..."

The old man plucked up the courage and finally made his meaning clear.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Lin Yun, who had extraordinary skills, to accept the status of the lowest black-clothed disciple in the academy.

"Ha! Just doing handyman work." Lin Yun sneered, which made the old man feel tight, and then reached out to touch the ancient books in his arms.

"It doesn't matter! As long as you can enter the academy, there's nothing special about being a handyman."

Lin Yun's next words made the old man feel relieved immediately.

"Senior brother! There is no time limit for doing handyman work. In the Golden Scale Building over there, senior brothers in white clothes often go there to select companions."

The old man pointed to a tall building not far away and shouted, finally answering his question.

He decided that if Lin Yun asked anything again, he wouldn't want to say anything.

This kind of thing is too torturous.

But his worries were unnecessary. As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yun had left without a trace.

"This kid! He didn't even say hello."

The old man shook his head and muttered, concentrating on his job of guarding the door.

…

When Lin Yun came to the Golden Scale Tower, he saw a picture of a golden carp leaping over a dragon gate. It was very fantasy and exaggerated.

"Ha! If someone chooses you to go and let you jump over the dragon gate and sit on his head, wouldn't it mean that your brain is in trouble?"

Lin Yun cursed.

"But... I am about to rise from here. What kind of master and slave... In the end, it doesn't depend on strength."

Lin Yun sneered secretly again and walked into the restaurant.

"Ah! Master...you are here to apply for a job, right? Please come over here."

The waiters at Jinlin Tower are very discerning, and they can tell what Lin Yun does just by looking at him.

Lin Yun followed the waiter to a large hall with a patio.

There is a large arena in the middle of the hall patio.

There were people sitting all around.

On the upper floor surrounding the patio, there were seven or eight white-clothed disciples from the academy sitting sparsely, with some black-clothed disciples standing around them.

Obviously, they come here to choose their fellow disciples.

At this time, there were two people fighting in the middle ring. They were both powerful Martial Kings. Both sides were equally powerful. They were fighting inextricably.

However, their performance did not seem to attract the interest of the white-clothed disciples above.

Everyone was drinking and didn't even glance at the ring.

Clearly, these guys are looking for something more than an even match.

What they need is someone with absolute repressive power.

If you take action and knock down your opponent, then they may be interested in you and continue to watch.

Even if they just find a companion, these white-clothed disciples will never be ungrateful.

Lin Yun saw the key at a glance.

He glanced at the people around him.

However, the realm of the Three-Star Martial King and below is on the same level as the white-clothed disciples above.

With such strength, Lin Yun is confident that he can defeat his opponent with one move.

But Lin Yun didn't intend to take action.

He is not a person who sells his strength.

At this moment, the store clerk asked attentively: "Sir! Do you want to sign up first and I will arrange for you to play later?"

"Pick up a number, five obsidian stones. If you want to play early, just add two more."

Lin Yun waved his hand and said, "I will not register to play today."

Suddenly, the guy's expression turned bad, and he said gloomily: "Watching here requires two obsidian stones a day..."

But before he finished speaking, Lin Yun threw his hand and five obsidian stones fell into his hands.

"This is a reward for you..." Lin Yun smiled lightly.

The man was shocked. He had not earned five obsidian stones in the months he had been humiliating himself here.

"Don't worry... I won't let Jinlin Tower make less money at all, it will only make more, not less."

Lin Yun's words made the waiter so excited that he wanted to crawl to the ground and kowtow.

"As for you... you only need to serve me the most expensive food and drinks in your Jinlin Tower, and you have to shout loudly when you serve them. That's enough."

Lin Yun continued to give instructions.

The waiter was already ecstatic. If he followed Lin Yun's request to serve a table, he would probably need hundreds of obsidian crystals.

Jinlin Tower can't make so much even if it's on the stage for a day.

Today I met a rich man.

But he was still a little worried and asked again.

"Sir...are you telling the truth?"

Lin Yun looked at him, smiled disdainfully, and said, "Of course it's true."

He tossed another twenty obsidian stones over and said, "This is for you. You give me a shout first and I'll listen."

The waiter was so excited that his heart almost jumped out, and then he shouted at the top of his voice.

"The tip for table number 16 is 25 obsidian crystals..."

His shout made the two guys who were fighting on the ring lose their minds, and both of them were injured in an instant.

And everyone's eyes gathered on Lin Yun.

Lin Yun sneered and said, "Not bad! Serve me food and wine. If you serve me well, I will give you a reward."

"Thank you, sir." The waiter shouted again and trotted away.

After a while, he trotted back again.

"A plate of Xuanshen Dragon Python Tendon, 30 obsidian crystals!"

"Seven-color exquisite flower stewed with white phoenix palm, 35 obsidian crystals."

...

"Five Gods Three Flowers Nectar Wine, a jar of 100 obsidian crystals..."

...

Amid the waiter's extremely ostentatious shouting, a table of delicacies was placed in front of Lin Yun, with a total value of nearly 500 obsidian crystals.

Afterwards, Lin Yun threw out another shiny obsidian crystal as a reward, a full fifty pieces.

Lin Yun ate more than five hundred obsidian crystals in one meal.

Under normal circumstances, the entire net worth of a five- or six-star martial emperor is no more than this.

Lin Yun ate it all in one meal.

This is definitely a rich kid with a huge fortune.

Such a wealthy family has enough money, but the level of cultivation in the family is not good.

Therefore, it is not uncommon to spend a lot of money to enter Tongtian Academy for cultivation.

Money is a good thing, and the same is true for these white-clothed disciples.

Having a rich master around is much better than having a strong martial arts person.

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