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After emerging from the crack, news of Wang Jianguo's death spread quickly.

The instructors and military personnel went into the side passage to collect the body and examine the scene. Their conclusions were exactly the same as what Lin Feng had said.

Three venomous lizards, bitten, with venomous sting wounds, died from ruptured heart vessels.

The students at Ping An Martial Arts High School reacted in various ways upon hearing the news.

Some remained silent.

Some breathed a sigh of relief.

No one cried.

Wang Jianguo's compensation was paid through military channels.

Lin Feng, in his capacity as sergeant major, handled the transfer procedures for this sum of money.

After the compensation of 150,000 yuan was received, it should have been transferred to Wang Jianguo's family according to the procedure.

However, Lin Feng signed a note on the handover form: "Upon verification, it was found that the deceased had embezzled student subsidies before his death. This compensation will be temporarily withheld to make up for related losses."

When Zhang Qian received the receipt, his mouth trembled for a long time.

"Sergeant Lin, is this... is this compliant with regulations?"

"Whether it's compliant or not, you can ask Commander Li."

Zhang Qian took the receipt and walked around it. Li Zhenguo glanced at it and signed it with a flourish.

"Those who embezzle students' money deserve to die a just death. This money will be recovered and accounted for internally."

150,000, in hand.

Adding the 50,000 yuan found on Wang Jianguo, the total is 200,000 yuan.

Two hundred thousand.

It's exactly the same as the original subsidy.

Lin Feng transferred the money to Xiao Yu.

After all, an elder brother is like a father to his family. Now that we have money, we can't neglect our family.

The message was just one sentence: Don't be stingy, I have plenty of money.

After dealing with this matter, Lin Feng returned to the tent and poured out all the magic cores he had accumulated over this period of time.

There was a small mountain piled up on the bed.

There are hundreds of F-grade, E-grade, and D-grade beads of various sizes and colors, making it dazzling to look at.

The most valuable items are the three C-grade magic cores.

The small million was dug out from the Lava Lion King, Ironfeather Gale, and Two-Headed Earth-Splitting Python on the day of the beast tide.

In addition, dozens of D-grade magic cores and hundreds of E-grade magic cores were collected later from clearing the rifts...

This whole pile of stuff is conservatively estimated to be worth five million.

"It's time to ship it."

Lin Feng pondered for a moment.

Although the black market has high prices, it is a mixed bag, and his current status as a sergeant major makes it inconvenient for him to use the black market.

The military's purchase price is lower, but it is safer and more convenient, and there is another advantage.

Military Magic Core Contribution Ranking.

This was something Lin Feng had overheard from Zhang Qian.

This leaderboard is an internal points system used by the Northern military.

For each soldier who submits a magic core, the system will automatically record the quantity and level, converting it into contribution points for ranking.

The higher the ranking, the better the treatment.

The top 100 will have priority access to the military's advanced training facilities and drug depot.

The top fifty can apply for military martial arts inheritance at the master level.

The top ten will receive direct recommendation letters from the provincial martial arts association, and their future is bright.

Lin Feng hadn't paid attention to this ranking list before, mainly because he had been busy grinding monsters and fighting, and hadn't had time to deal with these things.

But now that I have so much stock, I might as well clear it out in one go and see where I can get in the queue.

He filled three large bags with the magic cores and carried them toward the military supplies depot.

There were more than a dozen people lined up in front of the supply window, all of them soldiers who came to hand in their magic cores.

Some brought two or three, some brought five or six, and they lined up to wait for the inspection.

Lin Feng slammed the three bags of magic cores onto the counter.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The counter shook twice.

The quartermaster in charge of the inspection looked up and glanced at it.

"Inspect the goods." Lin Feng handed over the sergeant major badge.

The quartermaster opened the first bag.

A pile of E-grade magic cores rolled out, varying in size and shimmering with different colors under the light.

He counted them.

"One hundred and seventeen E-grade magic cores."

Open the second bag.

D-grade magic core.

The quartermaster paused for a moment, glanced up at Lin Feng, then lowered his head to continue counting.

"Forty-three D-grade magic cores."

Open the third bag.

Three fist-sized magic cores emanated intense energy fluctuations.

The quartermaster's hands began to tremble.

"C-grade...C-grade magic cores, three of them."

His fingers were trembling when he pushed the acceptance form over.

"Sergeant Lin, please confirm the total. 117 Class E, 43 Class D, and 3 Class C."

Lin Feng glanced at it and signed it.

"What is the total contribution value?"

The quartermaster spent a long time typing on the calculator.

「E级每颗50贡献值，合计5850。D级每颗500贡献值，合计21500。C级每颗5000贡献值，合计15000。」

Total contribution points: 42350.

The quartermaster swallowed hard.

"Sergeant Lin, here is your contribution value this time."

He pulled up the leaderboard.

The leaderboard is networked across the entire Northern Frontier, with all soldiers from all six defense lines sharing the same leaderboard.

The moment Lin Feng's 42350 contribution points were entered into the system.

The leaderboard has changed.

A name that was originally ranked ninety-third was pushed down.

Raymond Lam's name appeared in the ninety-third position.

The quartermaster's eyes widened.

"Ninety-third place!"

The soldiers queuing in front of the counter all gathered around.

"How many?"

"Ninety-three! Top one hundred in the entire Northern Territory!"

"Holy crap! So much stuff handed in at once?"

The leaderboard is updated in real time and displayed synchronously on a large screen in the camp.

In less than five minutes, the news had spread throughout the entire Sixth Line of Defense.

"Lin Feng? That new sergeant major?"

"Is he the one who single-handedly took on the front lines during the beast tide?"

"Top 100? He's only been here a few days?"

Zhang Qian ran over, panting.

"Sergeant Lin! You're on the leaderboard! Top 100 in the entire Northern Territory!"

"Um."

"Do you know who's ahead of you in line? They're at least Martial Grandmaster level veterans! Some have been guarding the Northern Border for over ten or twenty years! And you've only been here for less than half a month and you've already squeezed in!"

"Um."

"Can't you get a little excited?"

"After you're done getting excited, can you give me more money?"

Zhang Qian choked.

Lin Feng carefully put away the receipt for the acquisition payment issued by the military.

The magic core cost a little over five million, but the military offered a 20% discount on the purchase price, bringing the total to four million.

For a poor 18-year-old boy, this number would have been unimaginable just two weeks ago.

But Raymond Lam is too lazy to think about money now.

Martial arts points are the real currency.

He was about to go back to his tent to rest when Zhang Qian ran over again.

"Sergeant Lin! Someone is looking for you outside the defensive line!"

"Who?"

"They said they were an old friend of yours from the Seventh Line of Defense, and they came all the way from the Seventh Line of Defense."

Lin Feng paused for a moment.

"Let him in."

Five minutes later, a disheveled figure rushed into the camp.

Wang Tie.

His combat uniform was covered in dirt, and he had a bloody gash on his left cheek that hadn't scabbed over yet. He was out of breath from running.

Upon seeing Lin Feng, Wang Tie immediately said something.

"Lin Feng! Li Ming is missing!"

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