C13 The Large Success of the Bone Vein(1)

Lin Feng strode into the courtyard and approached the law enforcement squad's lieutenant. Clapping him on the shoulder, he pressed a bag of silver coins into his hand and said, "Brother, take this little token for a drink on me."

"Much appreciated, Second Young Master," the lieutenant beamed, weighing the bag in his hand. It contained two hundred silver coins, the equivalent of his monthly wage.

"I've got a job that requires a strong hand from you and the men. A hundred silver coins for each of you to help unload the stones from the carriage into the courtyard," Lin Feng told the soldiers.

"Consider it done. We'll make sure Young Master Lin's task is completed."

Within a mere two hours, the carriages were emptied, and the black iron stones were stacked in Lin Feng's courtyard like a small mountain.

"Once I've refined all these black iron stones, I'll need to purchase some Heaven and Earth Pouches. It's far too cumbersome to transport them by carriage," Lin Feng muttered, looking at the stones with a wry smile.

Over the next three days, Lin Feng holed up in his room, busily refining the Black Iron Flame Stones.

By the end of the third day, he had produced 360 pieces.

"These 360 Black Iron Flame Stones could fetch twenty-four thousand silver coins. If I take a seventy percent cut, that's sixteen thousand eight hundred silver coins," Lin Feng mused as he crunched the numbers.

A Body Transformation Pill goes for about a thousand silver coins. Currently, he could afford only ten.

"Forget the Body Transformation Pills for now. I need to focus on refining the rest of these Black Iron Stones," Lin Feng decided, getting back to work without pause.

After ten days, he had transformed all 1,600 Black Iron Stones into Black Iron Flame Stones, their intense heat radiating a cozy warmth throughout his room.

"I've refined one thousand six hundred Black Iron Flame Stones. At two hundred silver coins each, that's a total value of three hundred twenty thousand silver coins. With my seventy percent share, that's two hundred twenty-four thousand silver coins. Perfect, that's just enough to buy a hundred Body Transformation Pills and six bottles of Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid," Lin Feng said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

A single bottle of Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid commands a price of two thousand silver coins. Not even the well-endowed Lin family invested in such luxury for their juniors. Rumor has it that the family patriarch, Lin Yuanshan, only ever used it once—and merely half a bottle at that.

Boom! The rumble of carriage wheels broke the silence outside Lin Feng's courtyard. Lin Feng recognized the sound as Bai Yi's convoy arriving.

"Second Young Master, the convoy has arrived. We can sell the Black Iron Flame Stones right away," Bai Yi announced, his face alight with excitement. Indeed, the sale of so many stones, netting even a thirty percent profit, would surpass his annual earnings with the Lin family!

"Very well. Once you've sold the stones, purchase a hundred Body Transformation Pills and six bottles of Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid for me. Use the remaining four thousand silver coins to buy some Spirit Pens and Xuanqing Stones," Lin Feng instructed before turning his attention to a book titled 'Demon Rune Secret Techniques' that he had retrieved from his room.

This tome was a treasure trove of Demon Rune knowledge, chronicling the ancient secret techniques of the races on the Dragon Sparrow Continent and the illustrious exploits of human Demon Rune Masters. Lin Feng, who might not have excelled in cultivation, had always had a passion for collecting and delving into such studies. While his peers spent their years training and courting, he had devoted the majority of his time to the study of history and Demon Runes, with a particular fervor for ancient scripts.

Now, Lin Feng's knowledge spanned the breadth of antiquity to the present, making him exceptionally well-versed in the lore of the Dragon Sparrow Continent.

"A Black Iron Flame Stone fetches a mere two hundred silver coins—a profit margin too slim for my liking. But inscribing a Demon Rune onto it could multiply its value many times over!" Lin Feng mused as he absorbed the knowledge on rune inscription.

Inscribing Demon Runes demanded not only a potent soul perception but also precise control of spiritual energy to the degree of one percent.

Lin Feng immersed himself in the study of Demon Rune inscription, which was categorized into three types: offensive, defensive, and creative runes. Each type held the potential to unlock vast powers and possibilities.

The three types of Demon Runes demand exceptional control over spiritual energy; a cultivator must possess a minimum of one percent precision in their energy manipulation.

"Imagine dividing a single surge of spiritual energy into one hundred parts, then controlling each one flawlessly—just this task is daunting!" Lin Feng snapped the book shut, no longer willing to continue.

His present skills fell short of achieving this feat, unless he could elevate his cultivation to the Acquired Stage.

That evening, Bai Yi at last made his way back to Lin Feng's room.