With Lin Xinyue's promise, Lin Buzheng's life in the main family was finally settled.
However, Lin Xinyue also mentioned that in the past, Lin Buzheng's father, Lin Shan Yue, was a righteous man who had made countless enemies in the family.
Back then, these people's cultivation bases were far from Lin Shan Yue's.
But after twenty years, these people's cultivation bases must have risen to a very high level.
It was more than enough to deal with Lin Buzheng.
Even if Lin Xinyue wanted to take care of Lin Buzheng, she could not stay by Lin Buzheng's side 24 hours a day to protect him.
In the end, everything depended on Lin Buzheng himself.
Lin Buzheng walked along the mountain path he came from and returned with large strides.
Outside the Scripture Depository, the hundreds of disciples who were watching the show had already left, leaving only Fatty Lin standing on the spot, looking around with a wretched expression.
His chest was bulging, obviously carrying the huge sum of money he had earned in the gambling house.
As for Lin Feiyan, he had appeared out of nowhere after the crowd of disciples had dispersed. Right now, he was standing next to Fatty Lin. The two of them were arguing endlessly, discussing the division of the winnings.
"Boss, you're here!"
"After three rounds of gambling, we've earned a total of fifty thousand taels of gold. Here's twenty-five thousand taels of gold, keep it well, Boss!"
In the next moment, Fatty Lin noticed Lin Buzheng's figure and quickly went up to Lin Buzheng. According to the previous agreement, he gave half of it to Lin Buzheng, which was a total of twenty-five thousand taels of gold.
"So much!"
Lin Buzheng was slightly surprised.
He did not expect Fatty Lin to earn so much from three rounds of gambling.
One must know that the salary a spirit path expert received from the family was only ten thousand taels of gold a year.
Twenty-five thousand taels of gold was definitely a huge sum of money to a qi path expert!
But thinking about it carefully, this was indeed normal.
Apart from Lin Tianhe, Lin Luan and Lin Zheng had bet more than a thousand taels of gold.
Most of the hundreds of disciples here placed their bets at around a hundred gold taels. Under Lin Fei-yan's bewitchment, the last round of bets was a five-card stud.
Making a rough calculation, fifty thousand gold taels was considered too little.
At the end of the day, it was because Lin Tianhe, Lin Luan, and Lin Zheng had made a name for themselves in the family for many years. The image of the family's genius experts had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
This made all the family disciples present believe that it was impossible for Lin Buzheng to be a match for these three people. That was why they all boldly bet on Lin Buzheng's opponent in the three bets, hoping to make a small profit.
In the end, all of them failed miserably, benefiting Lin Buzheng, Fatty Lin, and the others.
"Boss's money has been divided, now it's our turn!"
Lin Feiyan stood at the side, staring at the remaining twenty-five to two thousand taels of gold in Fatty Lin's hands.
"Don't worry, it's your turn soon."
"You contributed greatly in the three bets, so … I'll give you ten thousand gold taels, and I'll take fifteen thousand for myself."
Fatty Lin took out ten thousand gold taels and gave it to Lin Fei-yan as if it was a matter of course.
"On what basis?"
"The three bets were planned by the two of us."
"That's why the two of us should split the twenty-five thousand gold taels in half. On what basis do you take the extra five thousand gold taels?"
Lin Fei-yan immediately objected.
The reason why Lin Buzheng could take half of the gold taels was because he defeated Lin Tianhe's trio in the three battles. As the banker, Fatty Lin earned a lot.
That was why neither Fatty Lin nor Lin Fei-yan objected to Lin Buzheng's five percent cut.
However, as for the remaining twenty-five thousand gold taels, Fatty Lin's contribution was mediocre, yet he wanted to take sixty percent for himself. Naturally, Lin Fei-yan wouldn't accept it.
"What are you arguing about!"
"I was the banker for the three bets, counting the bets. Even if I didn't contribute, I still put in a lot of effort, so it's only right that I take more money."
Fatty Lin's face was filled with impatience.
"What about me?"
"I risked my life to incite all the disciples here to escort Lin Buzheng, so wouldn't my contribution be greater than yours?"
Lin Fei-yan's eyes were filled with rage.
"Why do you have so much to say?"
"I'll give you ten thousand gold taels, take it or leave it!"
"You — —"
"Damn fatty, I'm going to kill you!"
The argument between Fatty Lin and Lin Fei-yan became more and more intense.
Not long after, they started to fight each other due to the unfair division of loot, rolling on the ground.
Of course, they didn't use their Martial Qi, they only fought like normal people to vent their anger.
Otherwise, with Fatty Lin's mediocre martial arts, even ten of him wouldn't be able to defeat Lin Fei-yan.
Lin Buzheng was speechless, he couldn't do anything to these two buffoons.
He shook his head and quickly left the place.
"Time to submit my mission!"
Before he knew it, it was already noon.
The Clan Mission Hall was already open, so Lin Buzheng could go there to submit his mission.
Lin Buzheng first returned to the wooden hut, picked up the corpse of a Five-Colored Demonic Bull, and headed to the Hall.
The mission required Lin Buzheng to kill a complete Five-Colored Demonic Bull and bring its corpse back.
Therefore, Lin Buzheng took the sixty or so Five-Colored Demonic Cows he had harvested and dismantled them into their skins, horns, and tendons. He brought them back lightly, leaving only the carcass of the Demonic Cow in one piece to hand over to the family for the mission.
Not long after Lin Buzheng accepted the mission, Fatty Lin reminded him that someone in the clan was trying to make things difficult for him.
Therefore, when Lin Buzheng went to submit the mission, he was extremely cautious.
Once he noticed that something was wrong, he would immediately leave and look for Lin Xinyue for help.
The Clan Mission Hall was a spacious area of ten hectares.
Even if Lin Buzheng brought the corpse of a bull the size of a hill, he could easily enter without disturbing anyone.
"Useless!"
"You can't even complete such a simple mission, what's the point of the clan keeping you around?"
From afar, Lin Buzheng could see the clan deacon who had given him the mission was berating a clan disciple in a harsh tone. His words were sharp and harsh.
His only remaining eye shone with an extremely vicious light.
In front of the other Deacons, there was a long line of disciples waiting to receive and hand in the clan's missions. Only the one-eyed Deacon was completely empty.
Following this, Lin Buzheng dragged the giant bull corpse toward the one-eyed deacon.
"It's you!"
The one-eyed deacon subconsciously wore a harsh smile when he saw Lin Buzheng approaching.
"You, you've killed a Five-Colored Demonic Bull …"
"How is this possible?"
However, the smile on the one-eyed deacon's face vanished when he saw the corpse of a Five-Colored Demonic Bull behind Lin Buzheng. He even exclaimed in shock.
The Five-Colored Demonic Bull was a third-order beast. Not only was it powerful, but it also liked to live in groups.
With the strength of the herd, it could even withstand the terrifying attack of a spirit path expert.
Under normal circumstances, not only Lin Buzheng, but even a beginner-stage spirit path expert would not be able to complete the mission.
Therefore, the one-eyed deacon had forcefully assigned the mission to Lin Buzheng.
He wanted to use this opportunity to kick Lin Buzheng out of the clan.
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