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

By the time we reached the tin wall of Lao Cao's supply station, the sun was already setting.

The hunter on the lookout tower looked down and saw Lin Yun. His gaze first fell on the mountain-like backpack on Lin Yun's back. He paused for two seconds before remembering to call out for his license.

Upon recognizing the person, he quickly opened the door, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Lin Yun stepped into the courtyard, his footsteps landing steadily.

Seven or eight hunters were resting in the courtyard. Some were wiping their knives, while others were eating dry rations. They all instinctively looked up when they heard the noise.

Upon seeing this, everyone stopped in their tracks.

The boy wasn't particularly burly, but the backpack on his back was exaggeratedly bulging, standing up half a meter taller than him, with its edges stretched out by hard scales, making it look incredibly heavy.

Many people who have spent years in the wilderness can tell at a glance that the bag is full of materials from exotic beasts, and in great quantities.

"Where did this kid come from? Carrying so much stuff, isn't he afraid of being watched?"

"Judging by his young age, could he have inherited some dead man's estate?"

Scattered whispers drifted over, but Lin Yun ignored them and walked straight to the shadowy spot where Old Cao often sat, placing his backpack on the ground with a dull thud.

"Boss Cao, collect the materials."

The middle-aged man with white hair was sharpening a knife. Hearing this, he stopped what he was doing, pushed up his reading glasses, and looked over.

His gaze first swept over the backpack, then fell on the Bloodfang Blade on Lin Yun's back, which was riddled with nicks and had a shattered tip. His brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and then he put down the whetstone and stood up.

"Pour it out and let's see."

Lin Yun unzipped the bag, flipped his wrist, and dumped all the contents of the bag onto the ground.

With a whoosh, a large expanse of golden scales spread out, the thickest part being as wide as a palm, with a faint purplish-gold hue at the edges, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic light in the setting sun.

Beside it were a snake tendon as thick as a wine glass, a complete snake gallbladder the size of a fist, and a half-formed fleshy horn. The lingering aura of blood and qi emanating from it alone was enough to make one's chest feel heavy.

In addition, there were three complete sets of Tier 1 peak Golden Scale Serpent materials, and five sets of Tier 1 late stage materials, neatly stacked to the side.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scales on the ground, their hands stopped moving, and they even forgot to chew the dry rations in their mouths.

"A second-tier... a second-tier Golden Scale Serpent King?" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling. "That scale armor... it must be at least early-stage second-tier!"

"Look at the purple light at the edges of those scales; this is a mutant with the rage gene!"

An old hunter with a thick beard squatted down, carefully touched the scales with his fingertips, and his expression changed completely.

"The wound is clean, indicating it was killed while still alive, and it was in a berserk state when it died! My goodness, this is a second-tier berserk species; even early-stage martial artists would have a headache dealing with it!"

The discussion instantly erupted.

"Impossible, right? This kid looks so young, at most a peak Martial Apprentice, and he could kill a second-tier Berserker Serpent King? Did he just pick up someone else's loot?"

"Where would you find so many leftovers? People have died in the wilderness; all the materials have already been looted. Why would you leave a whole set of scale armor for him to come along?"

"A Martial Apprentice level cultivator killing a second-tier alien beast? Nobody would believe that, no matter how hard you try..."

Among the crowd was a hunter who had seen Lin Yun a few days ago. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and lowered his voice to explain to the people around him.

"What do you know! This Brother Lin is a prodigy from the Imperial Capital Martial Academy. He came with an A-level hunter's license! An eighteen-year-old A-level hunter, how could he be an ordinary person?"

"From the Imperial Martial Arts Academy? No wonder..."

"Even a peerless martial arts prodigy wouldn't be able to kill a second-tier Berserker despite being of a higher level, would they? That's just too outrageous..."

The way everyone looked at Lin Yun completely changed, from initial curiosity and suspicion to genuine shock and fear.

The Wilderness Region respects the strong the most. A genius who can kill a second-tier beast is someone no one dares to provoke easily.

Old Cao remained silent, squatting down to carefully examine the largest snake king's scales.

Determine the cause of death.

He glanced again at the Bloodfang Blade in Lin Yun's hand, its tip broken. The blade was riddled with chips, clearly indicating a long and arduous struggle.

After a moment, he understood.

This kid relied on his agility to fight until the snake king revealed an opening, and then used his broken sword to kill it.

They are quick-witted and bold.

To possess such composure and fighting prowess at such a young age, he is destined for greatness.

"Boss Cao, could you please give me a price?" Lin Yun urged him after seeing him staring at the screen for a while.

Old Cao straightened up, dusted off his hands, looked up at him, and spoke in a much calmer tone than before.

"I'll give you five million two hundred thousand."

Lin Yun was slightly taken aback.

He knew beforehand that Lao Cao's recycling price was lower than that in the city. According to the market price in the city, the total price of this pile of materials should be around 5.5 million. According to Lao Cao's usual recycling method, it would be normal to keep it down to 5 million.

The price of 5.2 million only involved a small profit margin, which was unusually fair for him.

Old Cao didn't explain much, took out his satellite phone and started operating it, clearly not intending to bargain.

He had run a supply station in the wilderness for over a decade and had seen many prodigies, but those who could single-handedly kill a second-tier berserker while only at the Martial Apprentice level could be counted on one hand.

For this kind of person, earning a little less to build good karma is a sure win.

Soon, Lin Yun's terminal received a notification that the money had been credited to his account.

Five million two hundred thousand, not a penny less.

"Your room is still reserved. You can stay in that room tonight."

Old Cao sat back down on the small stool, picked up the whetstone, and added another sentence.

Lin Yun nodded, thanked him, picked up the empty backpack from the ground, and walked back to his room.

The murmurs behind them continued, but no one dared to question them loudly anymore; only hushed exclamations remained.

He walked to the doorway, glanced back at the pile of scales in the yard, then touched the wooden box containing the Golden Glow Grass in the inner bag, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Yun packed his things and left the supply station, heading towards the city.

Not to mention that his Bloodfang Knife was broken, he also had to rush back to school to cancel his leave and could no longer continue hunting.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and a thin layer of moisture clung to the forest. The decaying leaves underfoot were covered with dew, and stepping on them was silent.

After walking for about ten miles, a sharp scream suddenly came from the left front, filled with panic and fear.

Lin Yun paused.

The voice sounds familiar.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and sped toward the direction from which the sound came.

He activated the Wind-Stepping Technique to its fullest extent, his figure passing through the morning mist, and in just a few dozen breaths he saw the scene in the forest clearing.

Three men holding weapons stood in a triangle, surrounding a girl in black tight-fitting clothes in the middle.

The girl held a short sword in her hand, had a bloody cut on her arm, and was pale-faced. She was Song Yu, whom she had met once before at the Hunter Association.