Chapter 26
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Chapter 26: Great Yin Living Scripture, Level 1 Entry (358/360)
“…”
Jiang Yun hadn’t seen this coming. He stood there gaping, at a complete loss for words.
Mu Lin grew impatient at his hesitation.
Assuming Jiang Yun was reluctant to pay, Mu Lin launched into his sales pitch.
“Young master, chasing girls requires opening your purse! How else can you prove your sincerity and make her feel valued?”
“Don’t underestimate paper crafts. Does Yan Yunyu care about your coins? No—she wants to see your devotion!”
“Besides, spending more benefits you too. Use those Spirit Stones to outshine commoners and cold clan’s disciples…”
Mu Lin recycled sales tactics from his past life—holiday price gouging for apples and roses, even that diamond scam where plain glass beads linked to love and eternity sold for thousands of times their worth.
He bombarded Jiang Yun with every trick in the book.
By the end, the befuddled Jiang Yun surrendered, parted with a hefty sum, and stumbled away.
Mu Lin nearly considered enshrining Yan Yunyu in his home.
She’d been his salvation. During his poorest days, she’d paid top coin for his amateur “artworks.” Now, though she didn’t spend a copper herself, her mere presence lured flocks of aristocratic children to empty their purses.
“Yan Yunyu gets art, I get rich, those spoiled brats get chances to impress her—everyone wins!”
Mu Lin practically heard the clinking of incoming Spirit Stones.
Reality matched his vision. The aristocratic children feared being outdone more than high prices. After Jiang Yun flaunted Mu Lin’s creations, others came scrambling.
A few tried demands instead of coins. Mu Lin didn’t tolerate freeloaders.
“Mu Lin! Brother Qi Xiu honoring you by accepting your work is a privilege! His Level 2 Spiritual Roots make him—”
“Scram.”
“You bastard! Know your place!”
“Three. If you’re still in my small courtyard when I reach zero, the whole Taoist Palace will hear how you begged like penniless thugs. Wonder what face Yan Yunyu will make at such cheapskates?”
“You dare—”
“Two.”
“Xu Wu! We’re leaving.”
When threats failed, Qi Xiu stormed off darkly.
As he finally left, the look he gave Mu Lin was full of malice.
Mu Lin couldn’t care less.
Level 2 Spiritual Roots posed no threat to him. As cultivation methods grew increasingly complex over time, Mu Lin’s training speed would even overtake his opponent’s.
Such people weren’t worth fearing.
"Actually, he’s the one who wronged me. Trying to freeload using social pressure, then threatening me when refused – this grudge is settled."
Thanks to Taoist Palace rules and Mu Lin’s firm stance, only two or three shameless individuals tried demanding freebies before being verbally shredded.
The rest paid properly.
Competition grew fierce as buyers nearly started bidding wars to be first in delivering items to Yan Yunyu.
Wisely avoiding trouble, Mu Lin rejected auction tactics despite higher profits.
He sold one piece to each buyer, claiming "showing equal respect to all."
This move instantly boosted Mu Lin’s reputation.
Since intermediaries handled deliveries, cutting direct contact with Yan Yunyu made aristocratic children view him as non-threatening.
Departing buyers showered him with praise:
"Generous Brother Mu!"
"Not bending for money – no wonder your artworks shine."
"Were it not for Miss Yan Yunyu’s rules, I’d fill my home with these."
"…You honor me too much."
…
Immediate payments and deposits flooded Mu Lin with five hundred Spirit Stones in three days, fattening his purse dramatically.
This taught him a vital lesson:
"Only powerful clans have real wealth here. To prosper, target them – like luxury brands hunting billionaires."
Success required more than marketing. Mu Lin’s paper folding artworks blended painting and calligraphy into true art.
His secret weapon? Memories of past-life masterpieces unknown in this world. These novel creations captivated collectors, including that noble young lady.
Thus the crisis bizarrely ended with Mu Lin profiting hugely.
The aftermath brought more fame – several aristocratic children spending hundreds on paper art cemented his status as a master artist.
His selection class popularity skyrocketed. Girls who’d once seen him as potential upper-class material now saw an established social climber. Those desperate for connections eyed him differently.
Their interest meant nothing to cultivation-obsessed Mu Lin.
Even bully Zhuang Ding cowered before Mu Lin’s noble connections, stopping all harassment.
Peace finally arrived.
On the nineteenth Taoist Palace night, Mu Lin’s Hard Practice paid off – his Great Yin Living Scripture reached 358/360 points.
"Two more sessions until mastery!"
His heart pounded at the thought. Mastery meant awakening qualification, possible Formal Class promotion, and becoming a B-grade capable person with massive resource benefits – enough to thrill anyone.
