Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 233 - 157: The Coin-Spreading Madman, Young Master Ying, If You Can’t Beat Them, Smash Them with Money!

Chapter 233: Chapter 157: The Coin-Spreading Madman, Young Master Ying, If You Can’t Beat Them, Smash Them with Money!

In the small red building of Central City, Ying Lin took off his smart glasses that were linked to the terminal network, his face flushing with an unusual redness. He lay on the genuine leather sofa, exhausted as if he had just engaged in intense exercise.

When he first arrived in Heng Province, Ying Lin was keen on holding "concubine selection events," indulging in revelry and debauchery.

But he quickly grew bored; the vibrant young bodies could no longer provide him with more excitement and stimulation.

So, Ying Lin turned to taking forbidden substances. As a top-tier playboy, even in Imperial Capital or Hai Province, he naturally didn’t worry about being searched by the Inspection Department.

During that time, his red building gatherings were considered a dreamland sanctuary by the fun-loving second generations of Central City, almost every day indulging in hedonistic pleasures, oscillating between emptiness and satisfaction.

But the chasm of desire is never filled. Trapped in the small red building, unable to take a step out, Ying Lin, like a prisoner, had already enjoyed all the entertainment he could.

"The feedback from the virtual world is what I never tire of."

Ying Lin played with the smart glasses, the latest product from Qingming Technology, originally designed to allow people to enter virtual space for interaction or gaming.

But somehow, some genius hacked it, developing various X-rated contents, and adjusted the realism to one hundred percent, encompassing experiences of killing, abuse, and psych threshold stimulation.

This illegal product was unsafe because one hundred percent realism made all sorts of bodily stimulation highly intense, leading to unpredictable dangers.

But for Ying Lin, who felt numb even from consuming forbidden substances, it was only through risking death that he felt alive, rather than a walking corpse trapped in the red building.

After a rest, Ying Lin called for his bionic butler to assist him with changing and bathing. Ever since his second brother Ying Qi died, he no longer trusted others. All the service personnel inside and outside the red building were bionic machines custom-made from Hai Province at a high cost.

Luckily, the Iron Curtain of Central City was strong enough to resist Heng Province’s local electronic lockout. Otherwise, these bionic machines would’ve turned into mechanical beings in no time.

Soaking in the bathtub, Ying Lin injected himself through the veins with two tubes of "Dao Heart Potion" to stimulate his mind. This was a top product of Medicine Buddha Enterprises, specially designed to keep the mind active and clear. Originally a cultivation resource for the Spiritual Ability Path, it later became used as a tranquilizing aid.

He breathed deeply; though the small red building was large, it was still nothing compared to the vast world outside.

Not to mention, this wealthy scion of the Ying Family had already experienced the vast Star Sea early on.

Now imprisoned in a tiny house for over ten years, not daring to step out, Ying Lin felt that he hadn’t gone insane already thanks to his extraordinarily strong psychological resilience.

"Those madmen from Nanhuang Daoist School found me so quickly and are now guarding Central City. It seems they highly value that poor boy."

Ying Lin rested his head on the edge of the bathtub, pulled out a terminal, dialed a number, and spoke softly:

"Uncle Mo, it’s Ying Lin."

A steady voice from the other end spoke, each word solid and powerful:

"Is there something you need to instruct, Young Master Ying Lin?"

Ying Lin raised his eyebrows, but his tone was extremely respectful:

"Uncle Mo, you flatter me too much. As your junior, I have no right to instruct you, the esteemed Director of the Central City Education Department. I merely wish to discuss some business with you..."

The steady voice remained calm, unwavering:

"Ying Lin, since you know I’m an official of the highest-level unit under Dongxia, you shouldn’t be calling me at this point. I have no reason to conduct any business dealings with society’s idle people."

Ying Lin’s temple veins throbbed; this old guy was being insolent. Two decades ago, it’d have been him kneeling and begging this young master.

"Uncle Mo, that’s not how it should be. Even if the business deal doesn’t work out, there’s no need to talk down to me. This isn’t our first business talk. You can’t just treat me coldly because you’re secure in your position and don’t need me anymore."

The steady voice was silent for a moment, then spoke with some helplessness:

"Say what you want and stop circling around."

If possible, he indeed didn’t want to get involved with the Ying Family anymore, especially with a brainless mad playboy like Ying Lin. Unfortunately, their intersections in the past were too close to sever.

Ying Lin smiled:

"I want to make a contribution to the Heng Province Martial Arts Association’s Hundred-strong Match."

The other end remained silent, as if even the breathing had vanished, not responding for a long time.

"Uncle Mo, you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. It’s not just I who have enmity with the Nanhuang Daoist School. You know how Shen Changyuan died. That Netherworld exploration was initiated by the Central City Education Department. The old bastard Zhang doesn’t have the magnanimity to bury the hatchet. He’ll settle the score sooner or later."

Having dealt with Uncle Mo many times, Ying Lin knew that the other wouldn’t act without concrete benefits, so he spoke bluntly:

"Your son Mo Zhenting has already been awarded the Golden Corn Shoulder Badge in the Seventh Battle Group, preparing for promotion to Battalion Commander. How did he get into Huabei Imperial Capital? Who did he snatch that Visualization Scripture from the ancient era from? Who’s the biggest beneficiary of Shen Changyuan’s death? Must I bring up all of these one by one?

Uncle Mo, the old man of Nanhuang Daoist School is barely alive. If we don’t outlive him, he’ll surely go mad and take both of us down. There’s no other way!

Helping me is helping yourself and your son. With the Seventh Battle Group stationed at Beidou Star Domain, Mo Zhenting becoming a Battalion Commander at forty is a significant achievement. With the Golden Corn Shoulder Badge awarded, he has the potential to lead an entire Battle Group, maybe even become the next Jiang Wanli."

The steady voice finally spoke:

"What do you want to do? Nanhuang Daoist School has been silent for a long time, and they finally found a promising seedling. They are undoubtedly treating him as their lifeline.

If you cut him off, it’s akin to destroying Nanhuang Daoist School. Do you think Zhang Qiang would let that go easily? If the matter of Shen Changyuan happens again, we’ll be facing a Martial Arts Path Grandmaster who’s lost his sanity. Give him a military-grade Divine Machine with exclusive weapons; who in Central City can stop him? It was the Governor who intervened back then to halt the slaughter, sparing your life.

Don’t overvalue your own life and undervalue others. To an armored warrior, noble offspring of the nine Dongxia families are just as easily killed with one stroke."

Ying Lin smirked, seemingly deranged:

"Uncle Mo, I’m not an idiot. I know fully well the horrors of thoroughly enraging a Grandmaster of the Martial Arts Path. But there’s no other way. That poor boy not only learned He Lanchan’s ’Void Meditation Technique,’ but he also possesses the talent of Unity of Spirit and Body and has been chosen by Nanhuang Daoist School. He’s on the Limit-Breaking Road of the Old Martial Sect.

With time, he’ll surely climb the Star Cup and head to the border... The higher-ups don’t want another He Lanchan. The Ying Family handling this matter is merely due to personal vendetta with He Lanchan. It would be the same for the Xiao Family or the Rong Family."

The steady voice seemed to ponder, then after several seconds said:

"I can’t guarantee your life’s safety. You must understand this point. Even with the Iron Curtain project of Central City pouring vast Domain resources into your small red building, if Zhang Qiang is determined to kill you, it won’t last long."

Ying Lin’s mouth curved up, exuding confidence:

"Then let him come! If Dongxia fights back, whether I live or die, Nanhuang Daoist School will have its license to bear arms revoked and its plaques removed!

Uncle Mo, you don’t need to worry. I only need a small favor. Give me the information of the top fifty in the Hundred-strong Match. I’m willing to invest all my assets, using the five hundred Void Coins stored in the Entropy Sea Bank to supply them with cultivation resources.

Even if Nanhuang Daoist School is tough, I’ll use money to crush that poor boy, so he can’t even make it into the top fifty."

The steady voice grunted softly:

"As long as you don’t use illegal means, everything can be discussed."

Ying Lin continued:

"Uncle Mo, I know your Education Department discovered a promising seedling this year named ’Zhou Yuanchen,’ right? How about signing him with our Ying Family? The Ying Family’s unique Artificial Power Body technology can surely help him achieve great leaps in a short time."

The steady voice sighed:

"The new star promoted by the Education Department cannot be made a dog for the Ying Family. I don’t know about your Artificial Power Body technology, but your skill at raising dogs is unparalleled.

The Spiritual Ability Path is mined by you like ’mining machines,’ extracting Void Coins from the Netherworld daily; the Martial Arts Path is sent to security companies... I heard your Ying Family even issues ’Time Bonds’ to the dogs they raise, pre-selling twenty years, even fifty years of their cultivation resources. If the return doesn’t meet expectations, they bear the debt.

Signing with your Ying Family is no different from jumping into a fire pit."

Ying Lin didn’t see any issue. The Ying Family didn’t lie to anyone; everything was done voluntarily.

Moreover, many people wanted to be a dog for the Ying Family but had no way in.

"Uncle Mo, that poor boy from Nanhuang Daoist School is indeed something special. I arranged several assassination attempts, and he resolved them all. That Zheng Yun is also useless, taken down as well. Besides the top fifty in the Hundred-strong Match, I need a genuine genius who can clinch it."

Ying Lin remained persistent.

"I’ll give you Zhou Yuanchen’s contact information. See if you can persuade him yourself."

With that, the call was hung up.

Clearly, the Director of Education didn’t want to speak another word with Ying Lin.

"Old bastard, acting all lofty and noble! Pretending to be a gentleman! Pah!"

Ying Lin sneered and then called the communications company to transfer a call to Hai Province.

Although Dongxia’s Grand Cosmos Server could achieve cross-planet communication, due to a slumbering Star God in Heng Province, large-scale station deployment was impossible. Thus, a national communications company had to be used.

After long minutes of "beep beep beep beep," the call was finally connected.

"Young Master Ying, what are your instructions?"

A very young voice, with an attitude full of respect, came from the other end.

"Luo Bing, withdraw the Void Coins stored in the Entropy Sea Bank and exchange them into fifty different cultivation resources. Then spread the word: whoever breaks down Nanhuang Daoist School in the Hundred-strong Match in Heng Province will get these resources, enough for them to reach First Rank."

Ying Lin said flatly. He no longer cared about his wealth shrinking, as long as he could leave this hellish place, he would do anything.

The Ying Family provided every direct descendant with a personal steward after coming of age.

Luo Bing was the trusted steward who managed Ying Lin’s finances and operations.

"All of it? Young Master Ying, this is your largest asset currently, think it through."

Luo Bing reconfirmed.

Void Coins were condensed from Netherworld essence and considered a new sturdy currency surpassing even minerals.

They could only be mined by the Spiritual Ability Path practitioners in the Holy Embryo Stage, who wandered the Netherworld, consuming their spirit to dig them up.

Five hundred Void Coins was a considerable fortune in the Star Sea.

It was considered "well-off."

"Confirm. Nanhuang Daoist School stands as the pillar of the Heng Province Old Martial Sect. If I don’t exhaust my wealth, how can I crush their successor?"

Ying Lin said calmly.

"Understood, Young Master Ying, give me two days."

Luo Bing replied solemnly.

The origin of Entropy Sea Bank was very mysterious, massively powerful, capable of transacting across the Star Sea with incredibly strong credit, said to be beyond the reach of even Dongxia’s authority for client information.

It was a top-tier superforce!

"Quickly, I want this news to spread across all thirty-two administrative districts! Let everyone know that even without using unlawful means, the Ying Family can easily get rid of a country bumpkin within the rules!"