The Starry Sky Association is held only once every few years, and it clearly won’t be over in just a day or two.
Although Wanniang and the Medicine Immortal Pavilion came before,
for an event of this magnitude, having just these two participants makes it seem somewhat trivial compared to the influence of Zhongcheng Hall.
Lin Beichen moved into the estate, a quaint lakeside mansion with over thirty servants, all dedicated to serving him alone.
Zhongcheng Hall spared no effort to please him, practically offering the highest hospitality.
Lin Beichen enjoyed the service of Zhongcheng Hall, waiting with ease and comfort.
Although he had pressured a few families, he still hadn’t obtained what he wanted.
Adventurers from Dragon Country all received invitations from Zhongcheng Hall.
Even those who couldn’t attend had entrusted others to bring back treasures.
Under the guidance of Zhao Weinan, Lin Beichen toured the Zhongcheng Hall, especially taking a look at the Treasure Hall.
Most of the treasures in the Treasure Hall had already vanished, leaving behind only images and records.
Lin Beichen flipped through the records several times, and as expected, found what he was looking for among them.
What he needed wasn’t particularly valuable to these great families.
The reason Zhongcheng Hall didn’t have it was that the items Lin Beichen mentioned were too obscure.
Special stones or materials.
What kind of stone counts as special?
Lin Beichen couldn’t say, and they had no way to search for it.
It wasn’t that Lin Beichen was intentionally giving Zhongcheng Hall a hard time; the main reason was that he himself didn’t know what kind of stone could trigger the Power of the Five Elements.
Apart from occasional phone calls with Zhou Ya during his leisure time with Zhao Weinan, Lin Beichen spent most of his time continuing the business dealings at the Starry Sky Association.
Zhongcheng Hall arranged a large table for him, but Lin Beichen preferred to return to the small table.
No matter how large the table, he only had a few elixirs on hand.
A table too large would only make him look shabby.
"Heavens, did I see that right? They’re actually selling Immortal Pills here?"
An old man with a bushy beard stood beside Lin Beichen, looking at the elixirs on the table with delight.
After sneaking a look around and seeing no one watching, his heart stirred, and he immediately blocked the table, clapping his hands loudly.
"Kid, I’m taking all your elixirs!"
He then pulled out a crumpled wallet, opened it, revealing various cards stained with dirt and blood.
These bank cards were clearly not his own.
But he didn’t mind displaying them, nonchalantly pulling out one and saying,
"Take whichever one you want, the password is six zeros."
The old man with the bushy beard brazenly showed off the cards.
"Each of these cards has at least 3 million US Dollars, enough to make you rich."
Three million US Dollars is an immense fortune that ordinary people couldn’t earn in a lifetime.
This kid, dressed so ordinarily with his entire outfit looking like it came from a street vendor, probably hasn’t seen much of the world.
There was a moment of silence.
Lin Beichen sat behind the table, drinking tea, without giving the man a single glance.
"Kid, you dare disrespect me?"
The man with the bushy beard spoke coldly, exuding a murderous aura.
He was an adventurer who roamed Africa.
The African lands, rather than being a place of civilization, were better described as a chaotic land divided by warlords.
Whatever they took a fancy to, they never needed to trade for it; they just needed to throw money around.
If the other party was willing to accept, they took the money and left; if not, they left their lives behind.
Having lived in Africa for decades, he was long accustomed to this way of doing business. The number of people who died by his hands was not in the thousands, but in the hundreds.
A young kid, if in Africa, he would have been cut down with a single slash and had his goods stolen, without even giving the opponent a chance to trade.
Lin Beichen finished his cup of tea, refilled it with water, and still ignored the man.
The people around them watched the old man silently, their eyes full of schadenfreude.
This old geezer offended the wrong person, offending Mr. Lin of all people?
He’s practically courting death.
The old man seemed to notice something and was about to ask when a hand suddenly reached out from beside him and pulled him aside forcefully.
"Old Ghost, do you have a death wish?"
"It’s just some brat, why are you all so afraid of him?"
The old man said dissatisfiedly.
"I’m offering money because I respect him; where am I supposed to get some rare stone materials?"
He turned to look at Lin Beichen, seeing his ordinary appearance, nothing special about him.
The only thing that caught his attention was the silent muscular man behind him.
But in this day and age,
a bunch of dead muscles, do they really think they can scare people?
However, as a seasoned wanderer, he quickly reconsidered.
If Lin Beichen was really easy to bully, he probably wouldn’t have the right to set up a stall here.
With that thought, he smiled and looked at the crowd.
"Everyone, these are Immortal Pills. Don’t you want them?"
No one spoke.
Only the companion who pulled him over gave a wry smile.
"Old Ghost, who wouldn’t want Immortal Pills? And the person not only has Immortal Pills but also higher-grade elixirs better than ordinary Immortal Pills!"
At this, the man seemed to recall something and lowered his voice, pointing stealthily at the muscular man behind Lin Beichen.
"Because of the elixirs, Zhongcheng Hall sent a dozen assassins to kill him and steal them, even inviting Northwest Arhat to step in, but they all perished while he remained unscathed..."
Hearing this, the old man’s face changed dramatically.