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Chapter 71 The news of the psychic master exploded.

It was already evening when we returned to the camp at the sixth line of defense.

Lin Feng didn't rush to rest.

He emptied everything from his storage ring onto the tent floor and spent an hour doing a complete inventory and sorting.

First pile: For personal use.

The Myriad Phenomena Return to One Technique, the Myriad Beasts Tomb Manual (already fused), the Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade, the Inheritance Core (already used), and one Grade A formation blueprint.

These will never appear on any list.

Lin Feng uses anything that is Grade A or higher for his own purposes.

The second batch: handed over to the military.

Thirteen bamboo scrolls of low-level cultivation techniques, twelve jade scrolls of low-level martial arts skills, more than one hundred bottles of various pills, a quantity of spiritual materials and ores, and more than thirty weapons ranging from D to B grade.

The total value of these items is conservatively estimated to exceed 500 million.

The second pile looks like it has much more than the first pile, but in reality, any one item from the first pile would be enough to buy the entire second pile.

Raymond Lam felt perfectly justified.

The next morning, he took the second pile of things to the command post.

Li Zhenguo was still lying in the medical tent, unable to get out of bed, so the team leader temporarily took charge of the work.

"These are the spoils from the Crimson Rift, to be handed over to the military. Take inventory and proceed with the formal warehousing process."

The captain's hands trembled as he looked at the table full of bamboo slips, jade slips, pills, and weapons.

"Are all of these from ancient ruins?"

"right."

"How much is it worth?"

"Do the math yourself, it's enough for the soldiers to get a new set of equipment."

Captain Zhao stared wide-eyed for a long time before finally uttering two words: "Awesome."

Zhang Qian was busy registering and compiling records on the side, and his hand was sore from writing.

The news quickly reached headquarters.

Zhou Che called personally.

"Kid, how much did you get your hands on in the Crimson Rift?"

"Not much, around 500 million."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"How much was handed over?"

"all."

"all?"

"Yes, not a single piece left. It's only right to contribute to the strength of the Dragon Kingdom."

Zhou Che remained silent for two seconds.

"Alright, I'll remember this favor."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket.

Zhang Qian leaned closer, looked around, and lowered his voice.

"Lieutenant Lin, you really didn't keep anything on hand?"

What do you think?

Zhang Qian chuckled twice and didn't ask any more questions.

The warehousing procedures took the entire morning to complete.

In the afternoon, teams began to withdraw from the Crimson Rift.

First it was the Yao family, then the Chen family, the Sun family, and some other individuals.

The people who came out were all in a sorry state.

The beasts in the Crimson Rift were far stronger than expected; of the ten teams that went in, less than half came out intact.

But what bothers these people the most is not the strange beasts.

It's Lin Feng.

Once the teams met, the information came together.

"Your belongings were confiscated too?"

"They took it all, saying it was requisitioned by the military."

"Just who is this guy surnamed Lin?"

"Martial Grandmaster level four, but he's just as fierce as King Wu when he fights."

"Not just King Wu, do you know how he opened that palace's stone door?"

"How did you open it?"

"He uses telekinesis; he is a mentalist."

These words stunned dozens of people.

"A spiritualist?"

"Rank three or above. I personally witnessed him simultaneously controlling thirty-six throwing knives, each capable of independently locking onto a target."

"A third-grade spiritual master? Eighteen years old?"

"If you don't believe me, ask the survivors."

The news spread very quickly.

That very evening, the intelligence that "Second Lieutenant Lin Feng of the Sixth Northern Defense Line is suspected to be a Rank 3 Spiritual Master" spread through various channels.

First came the internal communication networks of the major families, then the martial arts forums, and then the internal group of the provincial martial arts association.

The next morning, Zhang Qian rushed into the tent in a panic.

"Lieutenant Lin!"

"What's wrong?"

"The news that you're a psychic has spread! The whole of the North knows!"

Lin Feng was squatting on the ground wiping the Fang of Calamity when he heard this, and his hands didn't stop.

"Where did this news come from?"

"The few surviving clan teams from the rift are talking about it everywhere. They say you used your telekinesis to break the seal on the ancient ruins and controlled the area simultaneously with thirty-six throwing knives. Only a third-rank or higher telekinetic master could pull off such an operation."

Lin Feng wiped the knife clean and then looked behind the money.

"I know, I know."

"But!" Zhang Qian exclaimed anxiously, "Mentalists are a rare resource throughout the entire Dragon Kingdom! Those above the third rank are even rarer! After the news spread, the provincial martial arts association, major families, and even high-ranking military officials in the capital were all inquiring about you!"

He counted on his fingers.

"The Yao family has already sent someone to 'sincerely invite' you to serve as a guest retainer of the Yao family, with an annual salary of fifty million!"

"The Chen family has also sent people, offering even better terms: an annual salary of 80 million, plus lifetime access to a spirit mine!"

"The Sun family sent their patriarch's daughter directly with betrothal gifts, saying they want to form a marriage alliance with you!"

"The marriage alliance was called off because the caravan of another powerful family intercepted them on the way."

"There's also movement in the capital. The military general staff issued a transfer order, which was sent directly to General Zhou Che."

Lin Feng stood up and patted the dirt off his trousers.

"These guys have arrived at the Sixth Line of Defense?"

"They're here! There are over a dozen cars blocking the camp gate!"

At the camp gate.

Two rows of luxury armored vehicles were parked neatly, their bodies painted with various family crests.

There were thirty or forty people standing next to the car, dressed in all sorts of clothes, but without exception, they all exuded an air of wealth and arrogance.

Three elders from the Yao family arrived, bringing a car full of "sincerity"—elixirs, spirit stones, weapons, and even two letters of recommendation from the Martial Arts Families Joint Conference.

The Chen family went even further, bringing over an armored truck.

The Sun family was the most extravagant. The patriarch's daughter, Sun Yao, came in person. She was twenty-two years old, a third-level Martial Grandmaster, and indeed very beautiful.

Several groups nearly came to blows at the camp gate.

Captain Zhao stood at the door maintaining order, his voice hoarse from shouting.

"Get in line, you bastards! Get in line! This is a military camp, not your backyard!"

Lin Feng came out of the tent and walked to the camp gate.

Everyone's eyes turned to look at them.

"Lieutenant Lin!"

"Lieutenant Lin! Please hear our Yao family's terms!"

"Our Chen family arrived first!"

"The conditions offered by the Sun family are the most sincere!"

It was noisy and bustling, almost like a vegetable market.

Lin Feng stood at the camp gate, hands in his pockets, and waited for them to argue for about thirty seconds.

Then he spoke.

"Are you done talking?"

The noise subsided immediately.

I have two things to say.

"First, I do not accept recruitment from any aristocratic families. I am a member of the military, directly under headquarters, and a soldier of General Zhou Che. Anyone who tries to poach me is tantamount to going against headquarters."

The smiles on the Yao family elders' faces froze.

The Chen family representative withdrew his hand.

Sun Yao bit her lip and didn't say anything.

"second."

Lin Feng scanned everyone around him.

"I don't deny the existence of spiritual practitioners. But if anyone spreads rumors about it outside, I will personally talk to them."

He patted the Starfall Nine Tribulations Blade at his waist.

The thirty-six throwing knives hummed softly in their sheaths.

The camp gate was quiet.

The representatives of the several prominent families looked at each other, none of them daring to speak first.

Lin Feng turned around and walked back.

After taking two steps, the communicator rang.