Chapter 247: Immortal Golden Body! The Five Great Marvels

“Uh…”

Zhao Jun was struck speechless by Lin Yi’s audacity, momentarily stunned.

He was the esteemed chief instructor of the training camp. He’d seen countless geniuses, but he’d never encountered one who so brazenly demanded pay for no work!

“You’ve already graduated and left the camp. You no longer have access to the camp’s facilities or resources, so the daily point stipend… naturally… it’s gone.”

“Oh? Is that so…?”

Lin Yi drew out his words, his face showing no hint of disappointment. Then, he very casually stood up and dusted off his clothes.

“Alright then, Instructor. I guess I won’t leave just yet. It’s not like the Pre-Qin tomb can be found in a day or two anyway. I might as well just stay in the training camp and continue my Cultivation for another twenty days. It won’t be too late to leave when the time is up. 50 points a day for doing nothing—what a sweet deal!”

‘He quickly calculated in his head.’

‘Back when he was selling points in the camp, a single point could easily go for fifty thousand!’

‘A thousand points?’

‘That’s fifty million!’

‘I can earn fifty million just by staying in the safe and comfortable training camp for twenty days, with good food and drink?’

‘An opportunity this good is a godsend! You couldn’t find it even if you searched with a lantern!’

‘Only a fool would give this up!’

Zhao Jun watched Lin Yi, who looked utterly shameless and ready to dig in his heels, and felt a dull ache in his temples.

‘Is this still the sacred training camp for cultivating top-tier Martial Artists?’

‘This kid has practically turned it into a vegetable market where people haggle over prices!’

‘Where has my dignity as chief instructor gone?’

“You…”

Zhao Jun pointed at Lin Yi, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Finally, he waved his hand in resignation and said the word “fine” three times.

“Fine! Fine! Fine! You win, kid! You’re ruthless! Here! One thousand points, I’ll transfer them to you now! Happy? Now pack your things and get out!”

Seeing Zhao Jun’s expression—like a man paying to avert disaster, desperate to sweep him out the door immediately—Lin Yi’s face broke into a brilliant smile.

‘Mission accomplished!’

With a deadpan expression, Zhao Jun quickly tapped a few times on his communicator’s light screen.

As his finger pressed the final confirmation command.

A crisp electronic tone suddenly rang out in the silent room.

BEEP!

The standard-issue communicator on Lin Yi’s wrist vibrated in sync, its screen glowing with a faint blue light.

He glanced down, and a concise message popped up:

[Stipend Points Received: +1000!]

The number flickered before quickly merging into the total balance of his personal account.

“There,” Zhao Jun said, his voice laced with a business-like detachment as he waved his hand. “I’ve transferred the points for the remaining twenty days. Pack your things and leave the training camp as soon as possible.”

However.

Lin Yi did not turn to leave as he had expected.

He remained on the sofa, perfectly still, the corners of his mouth curling into a barely perceptible smirk.

Meeting Zhao Jun’s slightly impatient gaze, his voice rang out, clear and steady:

“Instructor, I recall the training camp’s Rules clearly state that a student receives an additional reward of 1,000 points for every Third Grade Realm they successfully cultivate.”

Zhao Jun’s brow furrowed slightly, and he was just about to speak.

But Lin Yi beat him to it, his speech quickening with an undeniable certainty:

“The ‘Wave Intent’ I had mastered upon entering the camp is already on record. But within this past month…”

He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Jun and Liu Haimo, who was also looking at him.

“I have been fortunate enough to comprehend three more Realms: ‘Overlapping Waves Intent,’ ‘Fast Gun Intent,’ and ‘Thunder Light Intent.’ According to the Rules, I should receive… another three thousand points!”

The words were barely out of his mouth.

Lin Yi didn’t wait for a response.

Like a child eager to show off a new toy, he stood up playfully and took a sharp step forward.

WHOOSH!

The power of the first Realm erupted from him!

The air seemed to turn into an invisible sea. Layers of transparent ripples spread out from Lin Yi, one wave rising before the last had fallen, carrying a continuous, heavy force. This was the Overlapping Waves Intent!

A relentless breeze suddenly swept through the room, making the corners of Liu Haimo’s clothes flap noisily.

SWISH!

Immediately after, Lin Yi formed his fingers into a spear and thrust through the air!

An incomparably sharp and chilling intent, one that seemed capable of piercing through anything, suddenly condensed. The air let out a sharp tearing sound, as if countless invisible spear tips were glinting in the void. This was the pure Fast Gun Intent!

The cold, sharp edge of it made the pupils of Zhao Jun, who was standing right there, instinctively contract.

CRACKLE!

Finally, Lin Yi’s figure swayed slightly, and fine, azure arcs of electricity materialized around him, flickering in and out of existence!

Crackling lightning wrapped around his arm, emitting a violent and swift aura. This was the Thunder Light Intent, symbolizing ultimate speed and destruction!

The power of three completely different, yet equally potent and pure Realms, switched and manifested on Lin Yi as naturally as breathing.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest hitch.

Silence!

A deathly silence enveloped the entire room.

The expressions on Zhao Jun’s and Liu Haimo’s faces completely froze.

Their eyes were wide and round, their mouths slightly agape.

It was as if they had been struck hard in the head by an invisible sledgehammer, their minds going completely blank.

Only the unbelievable scene before them remained, repeatedly shattering their understanding of reality.

‘One month?’

‘A single month?!’

‘Not only had Lin Yi’s Cultivation Realm skyrocketed from the low-tier of Second Grade to the high-tier of Third Grade—which was already horrifying enough…’

‘But he had also, in that same period, actually managed to cultivate three Third Grade Realms?!’

‘This is simply…’

‘Absurd!’

One must understand that comprehending a Realm was an abstruse and profound matter, a threshold that countless Martial Artists could spend their entire lives trying to glimpse, yet fail!

In the entire Nanjiang Province, in a training camp that gathered over a thousand elite high school geniuses, there were only three people in total who had even touched the threshold of a Realm—and that was including Lin Yi’s Wave Intent from when he first enrolled!