High Martial Arts: Become a God by Spending Money, Start by Spending All Your Compensation Funds

Lin Yun opened the "Martial Artist Recruitment" APP on his phone, which is an officially certified martial artist part-time platform in the Dragon Kingdom.

He quickly swiped his finger across the screen; most of the part-time jobs were marked with a requirement of "Martial Apprentice or above," which was far beyond his current capabilities.

Just when he was about to give up, a job posting that had only been up for two seconds popped up:

[Urgently Hiring: 4 Heavy Equipment Movers, Location: No. 56, Wuguan Street, Qingcheng District 5. Applicants must be advanced apprentice martial artists or above. A total of 100 pieces of equipment, each weighing 700-1000 kg, will be handled. 1000 Dragon Kingdom Coins per piece, paid daily. Note: Any scratches or damage will be compensated at the original price.]

Lin Yun's eyes lit up, and he accepted the order without hesitation.

Each machine costs 1,000. Once you move 40 machines, you can make up the 40,000 Dragon Kingdom coins needed to buy the Heavenly Star Tempering Grass.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped at No. 56 Wuguan Street.

In front of the mottled iron gate, three men in faded work clothes stood in a row with their heads down. A young man wearing a limited edition tracksuit and with his hair neatly combed was lecturing them with his hands behind his back, his chin held high, his words full of arrogant condescension.

"Let me make this clear from the start!" Zhao Ritian pointed at the chests of the three laborers. "This batch of equipment belongs to Miss Su Nianhe. She trusts me, which is why she specifically entrusted me with such an important task. I absolutely cannot betray her trust!"

He puffed out his chest, looking quite proud: "So if you dare to make any mistakes, even just chipping a piece of paint, not only will you not receive a single penny of today's wages, but I, Zhao Ritian, guarantee that you'll never be able to make a living in Qingcheng again, understand?"

The three laborers nodded repeatedly, not daring to breathe.

The gray-clad man at the head of the group, his hands calloused, said with a fawning smile, "Don't worry, Young Master Zhao. We've been in this business for over a decade. We guarantee to handle things gently and get it done perfectly for you."

"That would be best."

Zhao Ritian snorted coldly and was about to turn around and open the door when he caught a glimpse of Lin Yun walking over out of the corner of his eye.

He was taken aback at first, then, as if he had found something amusing, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, isn't this Lin Yun, the famous top scholar in the civil service exam from our Qingcheng Academy?" Zhao Ritian deliberately raised his voice so that the three laborers could hear him clearly. "What's wrong? Your brother just died a couple of days ago, and you've already squandered that 200,000 yuan compensation? You've been reduced to making a living by laying bricks?"

Lin Yun's eyes turned cold, and he remained silent.

He knew Zhao Ritian.

The eldest son of the Zhao family in Qingcheng, a fervent pursuer of the school beauty Su Nianhe, has been domineering at school for three years, relying on his family's wealth and power.

However, based on Lin Yun's understanding of Su Nianhe, she felt unlucky to even see Zhao Ritian and would avoid him at all costs, so how could she possibly invite him to supervise the construction?

It's likely that Zhao Ritian found out about it from somewhere and shamelessly came over. Su Nianhe couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to let him have his way.

It's better that Su Nianhe isn't here. For some troublesome reasons, Lin Yun doesn't want to meet her.

Although Lin Yun didn't say anything, Zhao Ritian became even more excited, pointing at Lin Yun and glancing at the three laborers.

"Let me introduce you properly. This is a legendary figure at our Qingcheng Academy. His brother was a martyr in the vanguard army, sacrificing his life for the country. It's a pity he raised such a useless younger brother. He's practiced martial arts for ten years, but his Qi and Blood points are only a pitiful 2 points. He can't even pass the martial arts exam. He can only live off his brother's hard-earned money and wait to die."

The man in gray frowned and couldn't help but speak up: "Young Master Zhao, this young man is a martyr's relative. What you're saying is going too far."

"Yes, and you're all classmates from the same school, why be so sarcastic towards each other?"

"It's a bit inappropriate..."

The other two also spoke in hushed tones.

Although they were all laborers at the bottom of society, they could still distinguish right from wrong.

Seeing that the three laborers had not helped him humiliate Lin Yun, but instead disobeyed him, his face instantly darkened.

Zhao Ritian pointed at the three laborers and cursed, "Who do you think you are? Three stinking bricklayers! I'm already being kind by giving you a bite to eat, and you dare to gossip? Believe me, I'll kick you out right now and make sure you can never stay in Qingcheng again!?"

The three laborers' faces turned red, and their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

But thinking of the children at home waiting for tuition fees and the elderly bedridden with illness, he finally gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and dared not speak again.

Zhao Ritian smiled smugly, then turned to look at Lin Yun, his eyes suddenly becoming even more gloomy.

"Lin Yun, are you really here to move things? With your small frame, let alone 700 kilograms, I think even 70 kilograms would be enough to crush you."

Thinking of this, Zhao Ritian continued to humiliate Lin Yun, deliberately pointing to the cardboard boxes piled on the ground next to him.

"How about this, you take these cardboard boxes and sell them? That should be enough for a meal, right?"

Lin Yun raised her head and looked at him coldly: "Zhao Ritian, you'd better watch your mouth."

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Zhao Ritian sneered. "Aren't you a piece of trash? Do you think you can even move the equipment inside? Let me tell you, the lightest piece of equipment here weighs 700 kilograms, and only a senior apprentice martial artist can move it. You, a piece of trash with only 2 points of Qi and Blood, don't even have the qualifications to touch it."

He crossed his arms, looking disdainful.

"If I were you, I would have crawled into a hole and disappeared. How dare you show your face here and embarrass yourself? Get out of here and stop getting in our way and interfering with our work."

Lin Yun's eyes narrowed: "Don't speak so confidently. Didn't your elders teach you this principle? Fine, if they didn't, I will!"

Zhao Ritian laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, pointing at himself and shouting, "Lin Yun, are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are, daring to lecture me?"

"I'd like to see how you plan to teach!"

"If I can move this equipment, you'll have to call me 'Grandpa' with utmost respect and apologize to those three," Lin Yun said, looking directly into his eyes, enunciating each word clearly. "If I can't, I'll leave immediately, and from now on, I'll call you 'Grandpa' whenever I see you!"

Zhao Ritian's eyes lit up instantly.

He originally wanted to find an opportunity to humiliate Lin Yun, but he didn't expect Lin Yun to deliver himself to his doorstep.

"OK!"

He made the decision immediately, fearing that Lin Yun might change his mind.

"The heaviest thing here is that 900-kilogram virtual combat pod. If you can move it intact to the second floor, I'll not only agree to all your previous conditions, but I'll also double their wages for today—no, including yours!"

He sneered inwardly; it would take at least 9 points of Qi and Blood to move 900 kilograms.

Lin Yun, this useless person with only 2 points of Qi and Blood, can't even lift him, let alone move him.

Today, he is determined to make Lin Yun lose face and even suffer a lifelong disability!

The man in gray's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed Lin Yun's arm, lowering his voice urgently, "Young man, don't be impulsive! Don't you know what kind of person Young Master Zhao is? He's deliberately provoking you! 900 kilograms! That's no joke. If you get injured, your life will be ruined!"

"Yeah, Lin," the bald man chimed in, his face full of worry, "It's nothing for us to get a few insults, we can just bear it. You're still young, your future is important, it's not worth getting worked up over scum like that."

"Listen to your uncle, let's go quickly." The bearded man sighed. "We three old bones are used to being scolded, we don't care about a few words. You're different, you're the martyr's brother, you can't let anything happen to you."

Lin Yun gently pushed away the gray-clad man's hand, looking at him with a firm gaze: "Uncles, thank you for speaking up for me earlier."

"You just stood up for me. If I just leave and watch you get humiliated by him, what kind of man would I be?"

"My brother taught me from a young age that a real man should repay kindness and stand tall. If I can't even protect those who have helped me, how can I face them in the future?"

The three laborers were shocked, and the way they looked at Lin Yun changed instantly.

Previously, they only thought the boy was thin and pitiful, but now they see in him a spirit and sense of responsibility that far exceed that of his peers.

The man in gray, his eyes reddening, patted Lin Yun's shoulder forcefully: "Good lad! Good lad! We uncles underestimated you!"

Zhao Ritian scoffed, his face full of disdain: "Are you done performing? If you are, hurry up and start. I want to see how you, a piece of trash with only 2 points of Qi and Blood, will manage to move a 900-kilogram virtual combat pod to the second floor."

"If you can't move it, then kneel down, kowtow, call me grandpa, and get out of here!"

Just as Lin Yun was about to step into the virtual combat pod, the heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside with a loud bang.

A clear, bell-like voice, tinged with a hint of doubt, drifted in:

"Zhao Ritian? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you I didn't need your help?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Standing beside the iron gate was a young girl with a high ponytail, bright eyes, and white teeth. She wore a loose white T-shirt that accentuated her full chest and slender waist. Her fitted athletic shorts reached just to mid-thigh, hugging her round and pert buttocks, and below were a pair of firm, smooth, tanned long legs. She wore trendy sneakers, and her whole demeanor exuded youthful energy.

She is Su Nianhe, the most beautiful girl in Qingcheng's top university and the number one prodigy in Qingcheng.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhao Ritian felt as if he had been doused with cold water and shivered violently.

He quickly tidied his hair and clothes, the arrogance and ruthlessness on his face vanished instantly, and then he forced out a fawning smile that was uglier than crying, and scurried over.

"Nianhe, why did you come early? I was worried you wouldn't have time to deal with these trivial matters, so I came to help you! Look, I've already found the right people, and they're all experienced masters with over ten years of experience. They definitely won't damage your equipment."

Just as Su Nianhe was about to tell Zhao Ritian to leave, she suddenly saw Lin Yun in the crowd.

Her eyes changed instantly, and even her furrowed brows relaxed in an instant.

"Lin Yun, what are you doing here!?"

A smile of surprise and delight spread across Su Nianhe's face. She chose to ignore Zhao Ritian and ran straight towards Lin Yun.

It seems that from the moment she saw Lin Yun, this school beauty's world consisted only of him.