I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 541 - 136: Gale Shadow Flow (4,200 Words)

"No... no! I can't accept such a grand gesture..."

Seeing Old Jin, his mentor, bow to him, Yun You felt a tingling on his scalp and hurriedly got up to wave his hand.

What is this all about, why such a grand gesture?

Although Old Jin spoke with utmost sincerity, Yun You thought that adopting a girl was not a difficult task for her right now.

As the saying goes, "no reward without labor." If she agrees to do something for others, she would never accept thanks so easily before the task is done.

This had always been her way of doing things.

"You, Ah You, you don't understand how important this is to me..."

Old Jin gently shook his head, and unknown to him, his voice had started to tremble slightly.

However, Old Jin, after all, was a man who survived the battlefield, and he quickly suppressed his slightly emotional state.

"In any case, I entrust this to you, Ah You!"

Yun You nodded unconsciously, uttering a couple of "oh's," but her doubt grew more than before.

After thinking it through, she decided to just ask directly.

Since her status in Old Jin's heart at this moment was already akin to a "person entrusted with an orphan," a few questions shouldn't be an issue.

"Uh... mentor..."

Yun You lowered her voice, cautiously asking, "Can I see Lamia? Or at least a photo, so I won't fail to recognize her in the future."

"Uhh..."

Old Jin awkwardly shook his head, tactfully responding, "Later, there will be opportunities to meet."

Yes, this intention to hide things was too apparent.

However, Yun You wasn't the type to be imprudent. Although curiosity lingered in her mind, she still pressed it down seeing Old Jin unwilling to say more, and nodded.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now."

Old Jin grinned, intending to reach into his pocket out of gratitude to give Yun You some money...

But Old Jin had always been a frugal person, not paying much mind to material life, so he didn't have any notion of making money, and money saved over the years had mostly been spent on the common people. What he carried with him was at most a few million Silver Cannons.

And for Yun You, who now owned an entire corporation, this could only count as pocket money at best, as a "gift" for thanks, it seemed too cheap.

Thinking about this, Old Jin couldn't help but sigh.

Just a few months ago, Yun You was still a penniless child, feeling guilty even when eating half an extra egg...

At that time, he gave her 200,000 Silver Cannons, and she was so happy she almost considered him a godfather...

But in just over a hundred days, she had transformed into a corporate leader, making him look like the poor one in front of her.

Opportunities are indeed remarkable.

"Since money is meaningless, let's give that item instead."

"After all, letting it sit around would only lead to decay if kept it forever."

"Erin likely wouldn't want to see that outcome either..."

Old Jin shook his head, reaching behind to pull out a metal box resembling a cube from his sleeve, handing it to Yun You.

It was entirely dark purple, about the size of an adult fist, with edges and corners. However, the silver-edged borders were all polished and oiled, such that they wouldn't cut the skin, and it looked quite substantial overall.

There were six faces on the metal box; five were similar, just plain purple metal cut blocks. The front was more complex, featuring a "cross" shaped logo tag, and beneath it was a pale grey round button emitting a faint red glow.

"Originally, I wanted to give you some pocket money, but I figure you don't need any filthy lucre, so here's this instead."

Old Jin tossed the metal box slightly.

Interestingly, with Old Jin's hand movements, the initially solid metal box began to float slowly, with its twenty-six small rhomboid blocks splitting and wiggling along different trajectories.

Despite the vigorous movements, they never completely separated, connected by purple arcs and some unseen force, always maintaining an on-again, off-again integral state.

"What is this..."

Yun You's eyes widened.

Upon seeing the metal box, she knew this was no ordinary object.

Because Red Scale, who had a profound understanding of metals, sensed an incredibly fierce aura emitting from it.

What was even more baffling was that her Information Reconnaissance Chip couldn't decipher the details of this metal box.

Not due to a lack of data, but because the small metal box had a very high-grade network firewall; even with the chip's full computational power, it couldn't crack a small opening at the firewall gateway.

A rather formidable firewall system, considering Yuanbao's chip could even break into some major companies' core databases, wandering through the data sea...

Yet faced with the small metal box's firewall, the Information Reconnaissance Chip was ineffective.

"Take it."

Without further ado, Old Jin shoved the metal box into Yun You's hands, murmuring, "By the way, your former senior sister Erin was also a renowned 'Death God Blacksmith,' just like Miss Yuanbao whom you recruited."

"However, what she forged wasn't so varied, focusing solely on medical equipment and armor to enhance our survival rate on the battlefield."