"How many people do you think will sign up?"

On the way to the Martial Arts Club, Gao Hai asked Yang Fan.

"Can’t say for sure, but at least two or three hundred, that’s for sure!" Yang Fan replied.

"That many?"

Gao Hai looked a little surprised.

In his opinion, there shouldn’t be that many people in Red Cloud who could afford this kind of money.

And it’s just one chance.

Although you can absorb Soul Skills multiple times, it doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to succeed, nor does it mean you’ll definitely get the Demon Spirit you want. If you fail to absorb, that’s a loss of a hundred million.

Gao Hai wasn’t short of money.

These past two years, as one of the Chief Stewards of Jianghu Martial Arts Club, his income was considerable, and he had a stash of twenty or thirty million—already way richer than most students.

But that twenty or thirty million isn’t even a third of the registration fee.

Seeing Gao Hai’s surprised look, Yang Fan chuckled, "Don’t be so shocked, is it that surprising?"

"You’ve got to remember, we’re at Red Cloud University, one of the Three Heroic Academies! Besides talent, most people who get in here also have resources to back them up. A hundred million isn’t much for some families, and those without resources, if they can get into Red Cloud, it shows their talent is top-notch—those people can always cooperate with certain forces to get support."

"From my point of view, a hundred million is cheap, actually!"

"You can pick any Advanced Demon Spirit you want. This kind of chance would cost way more than a hundred million if you’re outside! Everyone gets that, and as long as you can absorb Soul Skills, people will do whatever it takes—borrow, take loans—even if they don’t have the money."

Yang Fan sighed, "Besides, in these crazy times, people’s salaries haven’t changed but money’s devaluing rapidly. Turning cash into strength is the only real move now!"

Gao Hai nodded—made sense, really.

Prices are skyrocketing, and cash is losing its value, while cultivation resources are shooting up, especially Demon Spirits—they’re up fifty percent across the board.

As they were chatting, some pleasant music played.

Yang Fan took out his phone, chatted for a bit, then hung up and told Gao Hai, "Martial Arts Club just messaged, people are already signing up. Guess how many?"

"Five?"

Gao Hai guessed. Only ten minutes had passed and word was just spreading—five sounded like a lot already.

"Five?"

Yang Fan laughed, "Not even close! Thirty-seven already. Some people are so worried about missing out, they transferred the money on the spot."

Hearing thirty-seven, Gao Hai’s jaw dropped, eyes wide with surprise.

Thirty-seven isn’t a huge number, but it’s only been ten minutes!

Gao Hai gave a wry smile.

Just proves there are a lot of rich folks out here!

Thirty-seven hundred million in ten minutes!

When did making money get this easy?

Two years ago, Lin Feng was still hustling for a few extra grand, wearing that flashy outfit and throwing matches at Thunder Martial Arts Dojo!

When Gao Hai and Yang Fan arrived at Jianghu Martial Arts Club, even though they’d expected the crowd, they were still shocked by the turnout.

The Club wasn’t that big, just about two hundred square meters, two floors. At least three hundred people had gathered outside, all scrambling to sign up, crowding the Club’s office area.

An hour later, 128 people had signed up, most paying deposits and some even paying the full fee, and more were still pouring in.

Some weren’t lining up but stood off to the side on their phones, calling family or their backers.

After two hours, registration numbers had topped two hundred.

And now it wasn’t just Red Cloud University—even other universities had caught wind of it, asking through various connections if they could sign up and get a spot.

And if they could register, they’d even accept a higher price!

"Plenty of tutors have reached out too, want to buy a spot, asking if we can give them a discount?"

A Club member told Yang Fan.

It wasn’t just students any more—now even tutors wanted in.

At Red Cloud University, most of the tutors are Seventh Grade, and Advanced Soul Skills are really enticing for them too.

The sign-up craze exceeded expectations. Yang Fan looked at the long line and quickly told Gao Hai, "Tell Brother Feng about all this—see what he thinks!"

Gao Hai nodded and took out his phone to call Lin Feng.

....

Inside the villa.

Lin Feng had just finished lunch—the first proper meal he’d had in two days—took him a while, and he was stuffed.

Full and satisfied, the crew sprawled on the sofa, watching TV, chatting and relishing their rare chill time.

No one likes boring cultivation, and no one likes killing. Life like this was pretty sweet—if there weren’t Aliens around, they’d make the most of every bit of it.

"I want some cola!"

The Little Elf flapped her wings and popped up in front of Lin Feng, eyes locked onto the Coke in his hand.

After a few days together, she wasn’t scared of these humans any more.

"Kids can’t drink soda," Lin Feng said.

"I’m not Xiao Hai!"

The Little Elf retorted, but when Lin Feng ignored her, she didn’t get mad. Her eyes flashed and she zipped to Little Sister Dong, worked her charm, and got her Coke as she wished.

"It’s like raising a daughter."

Yun Kai laughed.

He really liked the Little Elf Ya Dan—no one could hate this cute creature. Shame she didn’t have any innate skills.

"She’s just a foodie."

Lin Feng watched as the Little Elf clutched her straw and guzzled the Coke.

She might not have powers, and was definitely a foodie, but with her around, the whole Avengers Alliance felt cozier.

"Is Duck Egg getting fat?"

Yun Kai asked. The Little Elf was only palm-sized; if she’d put on weight, it’d be hard to spot.

Noticing meant it wasn’t just a little weight gain.

Yun Kai’s words made the Little Elf freeze, eyes wide, as if she’d heard something unbelievable.

Everyone laughed out loud at her reaction.

"Yeah, she’s not just a little chubbier,"

Lin Feng laughed.

Before heading into Maple Forest, he’d had Yue Mingming use the Tummy Bag Beast to send the Little Elf into the small room.

Tummy Bag Beast and Hong Yi both loved to eat—the Little Elf too, it seemed.

Put three foodies together and, of course, they’d pig out. In a week, Ya Dan had rounded out, and her once thin face had baby fat.

"Not true, you’re the fat one, I’m not!"

The Little Elf stopped drinking, flapping her wings and zipping around between everyone, seriously retorting—in perfect pronunciation this time. She landed on Lin Feng’s head and grabbed his hair, eyes a bit lost.

She seemed to be doubting herself.

Lin Feng ignored the little foodie—his phone rang.

"Mm, got it. The other schools can sign up too, just register those who pay in full first. More is better—later we’ll let people in batches. Give tutors a thirty percent discount."

Lin Feng hung up the phone after he finished.

"What’s up? Heard things are crazy!"

Yu Qiao asked excitedly.

He was usually an outcast, but he’d just gotten a flood of texts—people trying to call in favors. It showed how hot this was getting.

"Lot of people?"

Yun Tianqi was curious too.

Facing everyone’s anticipation, Lin Feng smiled, "Already more than 243 signed up, and people are still lining up."

"Damn!"

Zhan Tianyu couldn’t help but curse.

Not just him—everyone was stunned by the number.

They knew the turnout would be big—after all, you could pick any Soul Skill, and just one good one was worth over a hundred million. You might even make some extra cash along the way.

Two hundred and forty-plus wasn’t a lot—but that was just two hours! With the news spreading, that should easily double or triple.

And this is only Guanglin! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"I thought I was already making bank, but now I feel inadequate."

Ye Xing lamented.

As a Top Ten Glory All-Star and the number one Berserker in the Alliance, his endorsements and salary add up to at least two billion a year.

Two billion—more than the profit of most big corporations—but his yearly income was just a drop in the bucket for this plan.

Not even a drop, actually.

Of course, even with all the income, his expenses were massive. A good Soul Skill sets you back by hundreds of millions, so he didn’t really have that much left over.

"Looks like a lot, but split up, it’s not much. Plus, it’s not repeatable profit."

Lin Feng wasn’t too concerned.

Thirteen members in the Avengers Alliance—split evenly, each person just gets a few billion, maybe ten billion at most, just enough to buy two top-level Diamond Soul Skills.

Can’t afford Divine-Level Soul Skills.

"Damn, that’s awesome."

Yu Qiao gave Lin Feng a thumbs up, impressed.

That’s some serious swagger!

Only Lin Feng could say that.

If it were anyone else—even Ye Xing—he’d scoff and tell them off. A few billion, and he doesn’t even care? Yu Qiao himself had made good money these past couple months, but still only had a little over ten million in the bank.

Thinking of getting rich soon, Yu Qiao felt his blood boiling.

Done enough struggling—who’d have thought I, Yu Qiao, would see the day I’d get filthy rich?

"Demon Spirits keep getting pricier—this money really doesn’t last," Yun Kai said.

The stronger the Demon Spirit Master, the more strapped for cash you are.

They already had Divine-Level Soul Skills; ordinary Diamond Soul Skills no longer impressed. This money, divided up, was just enough for everyone to absorb two good Diamond Soul Skills—not much leftover.

"Everyone keep a low profile these days, don’t step out of Red Cloud. Before we join the King Becoming plan, our only haunts should be Red Cloud and the Otherworld," Lin Feng said seriously, and gave Yu Qiao a pointed look.

This guy was always up to something.

This fishing operation was a success, big haul—but they killed five Apostles, and who knows what Pure Land will do in response.

No need to worry inside Base City, but better safe than sorry. When it comes to Pure Land—that kind of reckless, crazy bunch—no one can predict what they’ll do.

That psycho Apostle mission is a lesson learned, Lin Feng didn’t want history repeating itself.

If not necessary, Lin Feng really didn’t want to cross Pure Land. Even Hua Country is wary of them.

Best not to make enemies if you can help it.

Mentioning Pure Land made Lin Feng think of his candidate Apostle status.

At this moment, he had no idea the two other Apostle candidates had already been killed by him, leaving only one left.

That guy was with the military and had abandoned the mission, so wouldn’t come after him.

So, it looked like the Apostle mission was complete, and he’d soon become an Apostle himself.

"Mm!"

Hearing Lin Feng, the others nodded, and Yu Qiao noticed Lin Feng’s meaningful glance at him.

He curled his lip, but with that lesson fresh in mind, didn’t say a word.

After this fishing mission, every Avenger’s power level had gone up a notch.

Now, Lin Feng was in mid Lingyun Realm, an Eight-Star Demon Spirit Master.

Ye Qiu and Yun Tianqi were both in late Lingyun Realm, Nine-Star Demon Spirit Masters. Bu Zheng was still the same—his cultivation technique meant he was just a step away from King, no power boost, but his body quality was up a notch.

Except for He Jun, who’s at Flying Realm (Seven-Star Demon Spirit Master), everyone else was at the Peak of Grandmaster Realm, Eight-Star Demon Spirit Masters now.

With such a power boost, Yu Qiao felt super confident—he didn’t worry much even about Ye Xing and Yun Tianqi, let alone anyone else.

But Lin Feng always had tricks up his sleeve, too many Soul Skills—including those nasty Resentful Spirit and Parasite ones. Trying to bully him was just asking for it.

Lin Feng had put him through the grinder a few times lately, so he’d learned his lesson.