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

The roar, like thunder, rolled across the factory, shaking the windows and sending rust flakes falling.

Wang Dalong, who had been slumped on the ground, suddenly brightened up upon hearing the sound and cried out in a hoarse voice.

"Third Uncle! Save me!"

"Bang!"

The heavy iron gate was smashed open with tremendous force, crashing against the wall with a loud bang.

Master Wang strode in, his dark-colored outfit billowing, his true energy surging, and the pressure of a Martial Master instantly enveloped the entire area.

His gaze swept over the security guards groaning in pain on the ground and Jiang Peng with a broken neck, his face darkening.

But when his gaze fell on the muscular figure carrying a knife in the center of the arena, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Liu Dao, one of the four leaders of the Black Tiger Gang!

Mid-stage Martial Master!

"Liu Dao! What are you doing here, Black Tiger Gang leader? Are you trying to interfere in the affairs of my Wang family?"

Third Master Wang spoke in a cold voice.

Liu Dao said calmly, "Young Master Lin is a distinguished guest of my Black Tiger Gang. You cannot touch him."

Lin Yun stood to the side, watching this scene with a slight shift in his eyes, inwardly marveling at Gray's shrewdness.

The agreement was that all past grievances would be wiped clean, but Brother Grey took it upon himself to bring in Liu Dao, a martial arts instructor.

In this way, not only was his feud with Gray Brother completely resolved, but he also ended up owing the Black Tiger Gang a favor.

As for Gray himself, thanks to this recommendation, he climbed up to Liu Dao and naturally no longer needed to return to the scavenging team.

Killing two birds with one stone—a brilliant plan.

"What if I insist on moving it?"

Master Wang sneered, and his blood and qi surged.

Before he finished speaking, he had already leaped out, his fist carrying a powerful burst of internal energy, aimed straight at Liu Dao's face.

With a crisp clang.

The thick-backed broadsword was drawn, its cold gleam suddenly flashing in the dimly lit factory.

With a flick of his wrist, Liu Dao's blade blocked the attack, striking Wang Sanye's fist precisely.

"clang!"

A deafening roar, like metal clashing, rang out. Wang Sanye's fists went numb, and he was forced to take a half-step back.

He was startled, not expecting the force of the opponent's blade to be so heavy and fierce.

Liu Dao gave him no chance to catch his breath. He took a step forward and slashed down with his broadsword, the wind whistling as it swept across the ground with the ferocity of a mountain splitter.

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, their swords flashing and fists clashing, the muffled sounds of their clashing internal energy echoing continuously.

Master Wang's moves were precise and his energy was vigorous, but Liu Dao's swordsmanship was ruthless and fierce, with every move aimed at vital points. Each strike carried the ferocity of a life-or-death struggle, and the heavy blade became incredibly agile in his hands.

After only twenty-odd moves, Master Wang's breathing became disordered, and his moves gradually fell behind Liu Dao's rhythm.

A flaw suddenly appeared.

Liu Dao dodged the punch by sidestepping, then flicked his wrist, raising his broadsword from bottom to top.

A flash of cold light, and blood gushed out.

Wang Sanye's entire right arm was severed at the shoulder, and he staggered backward with a scream.

Before he could withdraw, Liu Dao had already closed in, raised his broadsword high, and brought it down without hesitation.

"puff!"

Blood splattered three feet high.

Wang Sanye's body froze on the spot, his head rolled off, slammed heavily onto the cement ground, and rolled a long way away.

Liu Dao sheathed his sword and stood there, the blood on the blade dripping down and spreading a small dark red patch on the ground.

In his view, since he had chosen to help Lin Yun, he should try his best to eliminate any future troubles.

He didn't care whether the Wang family could find out later.

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Dalong stared blankly at his third uncle's dismembered body on the ground. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, trembling violently. He couldn't even form a coherent plea for mercy.

Brother Dao turned around, looked at Lin Yun, his expression softened, and nodded slightly.

"Young Master Lin, I have not failed you."

"Thank you for your help, Brother Dao." Lin Yun nodded. "Besides the payment I promised earlier, I owe you a favor."

"It was just a small favor."

Liu Dao had been waiting for this very sentence. He glanced at Gray with satisfaction, but pretended not to care.

"I will also take care of any subsequent troubles for you."

Lin Yun gave a curt reply, walked slowly to Wang Dalong, and said coldly, "I killed your brother. I killed you too!"

"Lin Yun, I won't pursue the matter of my brother, I just beg you to spare him..."

Wang Dalong was about to beg for mercy when Lin Yun threw a punch, sending Wang Dalong flying backward.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot!

……

It was already late at night when Lin Yun returned to his rented room.

He had just finished showering when his phone vibrated. It was a transfer of one million dollars, along with a text message from Gray.

"Young Master Lin, the scene has been cleaned up completely, and the Wang family will definitely not be able to trace it back to you."

Lin Yun returned the gesture with a fist and palm salute.

Lin Yun glanced at his account balance; with this million, his total assets had reached six million eight hundred thousand.

The money is almost enough. Next, I need to find a suitable Heavenly Rank basic cultivation method to prepare for the ultimate Foundation Establishment.

However, Qingcheng is only a third-tier city with limited resources. Ordinary Yellow-rank and Profound-rank cultivation techniques are readily available, while Earth-rank techniques have to be obtained through auctions, let alone Heaven-rank techniques.

This level of skill is usually kept by large families and top martial arts schools, and it will never be leaked.

As I was pondering this, my phone vibrated again.

It was Su Nianhe's reply.

"I'm glad you're safe. The family is in intensive closed training here, so we can't find the time. I'll pick you up when you arrive in the capital."

A selfie was attached to the bottom of the message.

In the picture, Su Nianhe is wearing a plain white fitted training uniform. Her bangs are wet with sweat and stick to her skin. Her healthy wheat-colored skin has a faint redness after exercise. Her eyebrows are curved, and she raises her hand and waves lightly at the camera with a clean and gentle smile.

The background is a changing room, with long wooden benches and storage lockers neatly arranged. Two girls of similar age stand behind her, also wearing practice clothes, smiling and waving at the camera, full of youthful energy.

Lin Yun smiled knowingly when he saw the photo.

He wanted to ask if there was any way to learn the basic cultivation method for the Heavenly Rank, but after thinking about it for a moment, he decided against it.

Su Nianhe couldn't even find time to reply to messages, she must be busy and tired. Besides, he already owed her a lot of favors, so there was no need to bother her with this kind of thing.

Anyway, he has money, so he can find it himself.

The next day, Lin Yun went to the market to look for a basic cultivation method for the Heavenly Rank, but after searching the entire market all day, he still couldn't find one.

In the words of these bosses, even if they had basic cultivation methods for the Heavenly Rank, they would keep them for the younger generation in their families to cultivate, and there was no reason for them to sell them to outsiders.

As dusk fell, Lin Yun's phone suddenly vibrated.

The caller ID showed Zhou Lei.

Lin Yun answered the phone, and a cheerful male voice came from the other end.

"Brother Lin, this is Zhou Lei from the city defense force. My injuries from a while ago have almost healed, and I haven't had a chance to thank you yet. Are you free tonight? How about we find a restaurant and have a couple of drinks?"

"Okay, Captain Zhou can decide on the location."

Lin Yun readily agreed, a slight thought stirring within him.

Zhou Lei is a front-line captain of the city defense army. He has a wide network of connections and resources, so he might know the whereabouts of high-level martial arts techniques.

As evening fell, Lin Yun found the Veteran's Tavern in the south of the city according to the address.

The shop is small and simply decorated. Most of the customers are retired city defense soldiers who speak loudly and have a strong local flavor.

Zhou Lei was already waiting by the window with two plates of cold dishes in front of him. He immediately stood up and waved when he saw Lin Yun come in.

The bandage on his left arm had been removed, leaving only a shallow scar, and he looked very energetic.

"Brother Lin, have a seat!" Zhou Lei poured him a full glass of wine, raised his glass, and said, "Without further ado, I'll drink this first!"

After downing a glass of baijiu, Zhou Lei wiped his mouth. The two ate and chatted, talking about everything from the strange beasts in the occupied area to the daily lives of the city's defense troops, and the atmosphere gradually warmed up.

After a few rounds of drinks, Lin Yun put down his chopsticks and got straight to the point: "Captain Zhou, I have something I'd like to ask you about. I'm stuck at the peak of Martial Apprentice and preparing for the Ultimate Foundation Establishment stage. I need a Heaven-Rank basic cultivation method. Do you know of any reliable channels for that?"

Zhou Lei paused in his grip on the wine glass, an incredulous look appearing on his face.

"Brother Lin, you want to reach the ultimate Foundation Establishment stage?"

The Dragon Kingdom has a billion martial artists, but the number of those who have achieved the ultimate Foundation Establishment is probably less than 100,000.

However, he also understood that Lin Yun, at only eighteen years old, was already a peak martial arts apprentice and must have his own aspirations.

So after a moment's consideration, he said with a serious expression, "This kind of thing is hard to find. Qingcheng is only so big, and there aren't many cultivation techniques above the Earth Rank. Most of what's circulating in the market are incomplete or fake, which is a real rip-off."

He paused, thought for a while, and then lowered his voice, saying, "But I do know someone. He's a former quartermaster officer from the Jiangnan military, surnamed Qin. After retiring, he lived in seclusion in Qingcheng. He occasionally has some valuable goods on hand. The only problem is he's eccentric; he only does business with acquaintances and never sees strangers. If you trust him, I can take you there tomorrow to try your luck?"

"Then I'll have to trouble Captain Zhou." Lin Yun nodded and raised his glass to Zhou Lei.

The next morning, Zhou Lei drove Lin Yun westward into an old residential area, making several turns before finally stopping in front of a bungalow with a small courtyard.

The courtyard gate wasn't locked, so Zhou Lei pushed it open and called out, "Old Qin, it's me, Xiao Zhou."

Some herbs were drying in the courtyard, and an elderly man with gray hair sat in a wicker chair, wearing a faded shirt and stroking an old pocket watch in his hand.

He glanced at the two of them, his gaze lingering on Lin Yun for a moment, his tone indifferent.

"Did you bring a friend?"

"Elder Qin, this is young friend Lin. Last time in District 33, he helped our city defense army save nearly a hundred civilians and even defeated a first-tier peak alien beast head-on, saving my life." Zhou Lei stepped forward and said with a smile, "He was stuck at the peak of Martial Apprentice and wanted to reach the limit of Foundation Establishment. I thought you might have a Heaven-rank basic cultivation method here, so I brought him here."

After hearing Zhou Lei recount Lin Yun's deeds, Old Qin's expression softened somewhat. He put down his pocket watch, stood up, and nodded to the two of them.

"Let's go inside and talk."

The room was simply furnished, with an old, locked metal cabinet standing against the wall.

Old Qin opened the cabinet, rummaged through it for a moment, and took out three yellowed thread-bound booklets, placing them side by side on the table.

"They're all low-level Heaven-rank, guaranteed authentic." Old Qin's voice was flat as he pointed to the leftmost book, "The first one, 'The Profound Yellow Blood Gathering Method,' the most reliable mainstream book. Its blood and qi condensation is decent, nothing particularly weak or strong. Five million one hundred thousand."

He then pointed to the middle book.

"The second book, 'Sharp Metal Tempering Method,' is biased towards the metal element. After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, one's Qi and blood will be about 40% stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist. The drawback is that the foundational attribute is singular. If one does not have any special opportunities, one can only cultivate the metal-elemental Qi Transformation Technique when breaking through to the Grandmaster realm. 5.2 million."

The two cultivation manuals were laid out, both rare finds on the market. Zhou Lei nodded in approval as he looked at them, thinking that either one would be sufficient.

As for breaking through to the Grandmaster realm and what attribute of Qi Transformation Technique to cultivate, that's a matter for later.

Old Qin's finger stopped on the third book, and he did not open it immediately.

He looked up at Lin Yun, his gaze darkening slightly: "The third book, I wasn't originally planning to bring it out. But since it's the one who saved Xiao Zhou, I'll give you another option."

He opened the booklet, and on the cover were five simple, ancient characters: Seven Elements Foundation Method.