"Senior, all of the Crocodile Sect's savings are here..."

"How is that possible?"

Lin Yulang, wearing a hood, frowned:

"The Crocodile Sect has dominated the Eighth Ring for so long, and you're telling me there's only over four million left? Are you joking with me?"

"No! Senior, please let me explain..."

The one-armed Wu Shangping bowed deeply:

"After my father passed away, the Fire Sect and some lunatics from the Nine Rings took a lot of territory from the Crocodile Sect. Now we're left with only the Seventh District, and most of the money has been used for internal compensation and recruiting new members..."

He paused, then quickly added:

"We indeed only have this much cash left, but there's about seven hundred thousand in the bank. However, that's all under my father's name, and the inheritance paperwork isn't finished yet, so I can't access it."

Lin Yulang glanced at the five briefcases and finally waved his hand:

"Even if you could access it, I have no use for it."

As he spoke, he rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. Money meant nothing to him; it was completely useless. However, Professor Su Luo's lecture required payment, and an invitation on the black market had already skyrocketed to three million...

This was an opportunity; no matter the content of the lecture, Su Luo was undeniably a saint among men!

He needed to prepare several invitations.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yulang coldly said:

"I'll give you ten days to retrieve Wu Jinlu's inheritance. Bring me a total of ten million."

"But Senior!" Wu Shangping was anxious: "The Crocodile Sect needs money right now..."

"The Crocodile Sect is no longer useful." Lin Yulang said calmly. "My relationship with your father has run its course... Alright, send these four million to..." hmm?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned to the shadows in the corner, his expression serious:

"I wonder which friend has come to visit?"

A similarly hooded mysterious figure stepped out from the shadows.

"Are you here to beg for alms too? What a coincidence." The mysterious figure spoke in a deep, raspy voice, casually reaching for the five briefcases.

Lin Yulang narrowed his eyes and instantly made a move, his palm glowing with a ghostly hue as he silently struck at the newcomer!

"Ssh!"

Lin Yulang's palm passed right through the mysterious figure.

"Phantomization??"

Lin Yulang was taken aback:

"Misunderstood! Turns out you're a fellow believer!"

The mysterious figure, or Chen Xiang, paused slightly, glancing at the hooded person before him, and felt a stir in his heart:

"Which branch are you from?"

Lin Yulang did not remove his hood and replied in a deep voice:

"Crocodile, and you?"

"Me..."

Chen Xiang's voice was ethereal, and suddenly, the shadows under Lin Yulang's feet solidified, binding him tightly!

"Take a guess."

Chen Xiang surged forward, activating his giant avatar technique, visualizing a golden giant in his mind. A weak aura briefly emerged, and he threw a punch like rolling thunder!

Lin Yulang, momentarily shocked, also transformed into a phantom, evading the lethal strike, floating backward:

"Such weak vital energy... you're not extraordinary??"

As he spoke, he struck again, chanting incomprehensible words, a solidified aura crashing toward Chen Xiang!

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The aura smashed the wall behind Chen Xiang into pieces, yet he remained unharmed.

Phantomization.

"Not possible!" Lin Yulang's pupils contracted: "You can maintain phantomization? Who exactly are you?!"

Chen Xiang calmly stared at the hooded figure before him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

After obtaining the authority of phantomization, he had researched it extensively. Although it was nowhere near as powerful as the black flame, it could evade nearly all attacks and even allowed him to pass through walls and soil. This was why he dared to take action against the hooded figure.

In the next moment,

In Lin Yulang's shocked gaze, Chen Xiang, donning the shadowy hood, fully transformed into a phantom, becoming a shadow moving in another dimension.

He approached and, in front of Lin Yulang, gathered his strength, suddenly materializing as he threw a punch!

Lin Yulang snapped back to reality, dodging the fist, but his hood was blown away by the punch's wind.

"Instructor Lin!" Wu Shangping stared in disbelief.

"So it's you." Chen Xiang whispered with a smile, drifting backward. Before Lin Yulang could unleash his true extraordinary abilities, he pulled the briefcases into the rift on his wrist.

Chen Xiang then completely phantomized, sinking into the ground, disappearing without a trace.

"He ran away..."

Lin Yulang's expression grew extremely solemn, muttering to himself:

"His vital energy level isn't even extraordinary, so how can he phantomize completely and maintain it for so long?"

A chill crept into his heart. To phantomize at will, one would normally need to advance to the third step of the Voidwalker series!

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**Baffled.**

"Lin, Lin Shifu..." Wu Shangping's hesitant voice broke the silence. Lin Yulang regained his composure and glanced over coolly:

"Since you've seen it, come with me... your severed hand can still be healed."

...

**In the distance.**

Chen Xiang emerged from the concrete ground, returning to his solid form.

"The phantomization authority should have other uses that remain to be explored..."

Shaking his head, he lowered his gaze slightly:

"Lin Yulang is indeed a member of the Phantom Sect, likely at the first step of the extraordinary... I'm still too far behind, unable even to harm him."

"To grow stronger... I must become as powerful as possible before heading to the Nine Rings."

Chen Xiang adjusted his hood, phantomizing again before sinking into the earth.

...

"Hey, sis, I have some matters to attend to and won't be home for the next few days... Is Silly Girl and Little Saleng behaving at home?"

"Little Saleng is still in the hospital? Okay, I'll visit him in a couple of days... Not allowed to see him? What kind of rule is that?"

"Alright, don't worry, everything here is fine. I just have some research topics at the academy that need my help... Yes, yes, I know about eating, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone,

Chen Xiang looked at the largest slaughterhouse in the Eighth Ring and walked inside.

He approached the owner directly:

"I want to buy a large quantity of live pigs and cows. Can you give me a discount on the price?"

The owner, wearing a white tank top, looked at him in surprise:

"This is a slaughterhouse, not a farm. Did you come to the wrong place?"

As he spoke, the owner reached for his waist, clearly a bit wary.

It was no wonder; wearing a hood during the day and covering his face, he certainly didn't look like a good person...

Chen Xiang thought for a moment and pointed at the pigs waiting to be slaughtered:

"How much would it cost if I took all of these?"

The owner, gripping the gun handle, frowned slightly and after a pause replied:

"My purchase price is eight yuan per pound. If you want to buy, I'd have to charge you thirteen... transportation and labor aren't cheap."

"Okay, thirteen per pound it is. I'll take all the pigs here, cash payment."

As he spoke, Chen Xiang placed the five briefcases he had prepared beforehand in front of the owner:

"Here's over four million in total. Besides buying the pigs, I want to rent your slaughterhouse for five days. Is that alright?"

The owner suspiciously opened a briefcase and checked a few bills before breaking into a grin:

"No problem, no problem! Where do you want to transport the pigs? If it's not far, I can cover that for you!"

"No need, just let the workers go home. The factory needs to be sealed."

The owner was taken aback, as if he realized something:

"I get it; you're planning to stuff the pigs with white flour and transport them to the Seventh Ring? Don't worry, I've done this before. No one will come in these five days..."

"Not entirely no one; during the day, I need you to bring in more pigs, the more the better. I'll pay you in one lump sum... but I'll say this up front: no one is allowed near the slaughterhouse at night."

"I understand! I understand!" The owner nodded eagerly.

Soon, the entire slaughterhouse was cleared out, a security line set up outside, leaving only the sounds of pigs in the large factory.

Chen Xiang didn't move, waiting until nightfall before standing up.

"It's time to begin."

The rift tattoo on his wrist glowed slightly.

In the light, countless ghosts emerged.

Chen Xiang took a deep breath, flicked his fingers, sending one spark toward the pigs and another toward the ghosts.

Neither the pigs nor the ghosts had time to scream before their essence was burned away, turning into white powder that floated gently.

The essence of the pigs and the spirits surged toward Chen Xiang!

He closed his eyes, sensing the enhancement, though it was relatively weak.

But...

When Chen Xiang opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his face; there were thousands of pigs here and countless ghosts!

Black flames spread through the slaughterhouse.

Pigs and ghosts turned to ashes, life energy flowing toward him like a tide...

Chen Xiang didn't have time to waste; he could only rely on quantity.

A qualitative change could arise from quantitative change.

By morning, a thousand pigs turned to ashes, and seven hundred ghosts dissolved in the black flames.

"Still not enough..."

The next day, the owner brought in another thousand pigs.

"Look, about the payment..."

"Someone will come to settle it later."

The owner glanced around the empty factory, shivering at the thought of a thousand pigs quietly disappearing...

He gritted his teeth, nodding in fear:

"There aren't that many pigs left for now; from here on, there might only be a few hundred each day."

"That's enough."

After the owner left, when night fell, over a thousand pigs were engulfed in black flames.

Then came the third day, fourth day...

Until the morning of the sixth day.

Chen Xiang burned the last pig to ash.

"Burp!"

He felt stuffed, sitting on the ground with a long sigh.

As the storm raged,

Chen Xiang lifted his eyelids, a terrifying mental force sweeping out.

The entire slaughterhouse trembled slightly.

"I..."

"It seems like I have endless strength."

His murmured words unleashed a tangible shockwave, spreading outward.