Cosmic Trading System

Soon, Zhu Haoran also came out.

"Martial Uncle, is that bottle of Qingyun Supreme the one you gave to this boy? Look at how he's wasted your kindness. He treated it like ordinary wine, not aware of its value since he didn't buy it with his own money. Xintang Lee said you gave him two bottles of Qingyun Supreme.

I suggest you take back the remaining bottle before he squanders it as well..." Chen Dawu said urgently, not caring about propriety.

As he spoke, he turned to Lin Yun in the distance with a look of indignation.

The envious and amazed words directed at Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran from their surroundings were, to him, unbearable to hear.

"Martial Uncle Zhu, did you actually give this boy two bottles of Qingyun Supreme?"

Indeed, upon hearing Chen Dawu's words, Sun Moshang was taken aback once again. With a more intense feeling of jealousy, Sun looked at Lin Yun.

Two bottles of Qingyun Supreme...were worth over forty million Huaxian currency...

Zhu Haoran frowned.

He had given Lin Yun two bottles of Qingyun Supreme and naturally did not wish for them to be squandered like this. Moreover, he had asked Lin Yun to give one of the bottles to Yan Dashan.

Upon observing Lin Yun's reckless actions, he worried about the fate of the other bottle.

Could it be that Lin Yun was trying to get friendly with Zhang Haoran because he was the son of a Grandmaster, using this wine?

Could it be that he had misjudged Lin Yun?

Zhu Haoran wondered.

Truth be told, it wasn't easy for him to acquire these two bottles of wine. Watching Lin Yun casually sharing them as common wine, he honestly felt distressed.

However, he had already given the two bottles to Lin Yun.

"Martial Great Uncle, you're up. We just started eating, would you like to join us?" At this moment, Lin Yun noticed Zhu Haoran. He immediately stood up, smiled, and invited Zhu Haoran to join their meal.

Zhang Haoran upon seeing this, immediately stood up as well.

Zhu Haoran, intending to further understand Lin Yun's character, walked towards the table upon hearing Lin's invitation.

"Lin Yi, I must apologize for my failure to keep my promise..." Zhu Haoran sat down, thought for a while, and then apologized somewhat guiltily.

Could it be because of this failing commitment that Lin Yi felt resentful and decided to drink the wine publicly in the hall today, instead of drinking it yesterday?

At the same time he voiced his question, Zhu Haoran thought of a possible reason.

And the more he thought about it, the more probable it seemed.

This thought brought a better impression of Lin Yun in Zhu's mind.

After all, he was at fault for not fulfilling his commitment.

While Lin had fulfilled his part of injuring only one arm of Xintang Lee, he failed to fulfill his promise.

Yes, that day, when he asked Lin if he could spare Xintang Lee's life, he did promise to help resolve the issue with Seven Injuries Sect.

In truth, when he said those words, he didn't fully mean it. His main intention was that if Lin spared Xintang Lee from death, he could negotiate with the Seven Injuries Sect. He did not absolutely promise that he would resolve the issue.

However, at this moment, Zhu blamed this failure on himself.

"Martial Great Uncle, you're taking this too seriously. It's just a challenge from a chief disciple with a fixed round of ten moves. I believe you've tried your best." Lin Yun smiled lightly and replied.

Zhu Haoran did not mention directly what he was talking about, but Lin Yun understood.

"But there is something that I want to ask you to forgive me for," Lin Yun said after a pause.

"What is it?" Zhu Haoran was startled.

Then, he realized what Lin Yun meant, smiled and said, "Are you talking about the QingYun Supreme wine? Don't worry about it. I've already given it to you, and you can do whatever you want with it."

Musing that Lin Yun might have acted rebelliously because Zhu hadn't been true to his promise, Zhu Haoran felt more forgiving towards Lin.

"It is not about that issue," Lin Yun shook his head.

Lin Yun looked up, glancing at Sun Moshang not far away, softly stating, "Hall Master Xintang Lee invited me to the life and death dueling platform. I held back as Martial Uncle advised. However, the Seven Injuries Sect did not show me the same courtesy. Moreover, they used my master as a threat against me. I am not someone to be easily bullied, so this time, I intend not to show mercy anymore.

Otherwise, everyone might think I can be easily pushed around. I hope Martial Uncle will understand this."

This..." Zhu Haoran's expression changed slightly.

What did Lin Yi mean by that? Could it be possible that Lin Yi was confident he could take on Sun Moshang?

How could that be possible... Sun Moshang had already reached the Initial Stage of Dark Strength.

Wasn't it said that Lin Yi only broke into the Mid Mingjin Stage when he was eighteen?

Moreover, at that time, he was still only practicing the basic boxing technique?

Even if Lin Yi had a lucky encounter later, he had already delayed too much before. Now that he was only this old, the likelihood of him breaking into the Dark Strength Realm was too small.

However, there were indeed some people in the martial arts world who broke into the Dark Strength Realm at such a young age, just like Zhong Nan, a disciple of Grandmaster Wei Donglai, and Lin Yun of Qingyun Company, who had been much talked about recently.

There were many such examples.

Even in history, there were some super geniuses who reached the Dark Strength Realm at the age of twenty.

However, such people were few and far between.

Those who reach the Dark Strength Realm at Lin Yi's age not only possess extraordinary talent but also tend to have been practicing since they were young and have access to a lot of resources for cultivation...

For example, Zhong Nan had reached the late Mingjin Stage when he was eighteen.

There was a big gap between the late Mingjin Stage and the mid Mingjin Stage.

Some martial artists with great talent also needed two to three years to bridge this gap.

"What a joke! I need your mercy? What a big joke!" At this moment, hearing Lin Yun's words, Sun Moshang couldn't help but stride forward with a sneer.

"Do you know how much this bottle of Qingyun Supreme is worth? One bottle is worth more than twenty million Huaxia currency. Martial Uncle Zhu generously gave you two bottles of Qingyun Supreme, and you dared to waste it so recklessly. You truly wasted Martial Uncle Zhu's good intentions..." Sun Moshang glanced at the Qingyun Supreme on the table and shook his head slightly.

Those two sentences, each on a separate topic, transitioned so quickly between subjects, merely because the value of Qingyun Supreme was so high that even Sun Moshang, despite his pride, couldn't help but comment about the wine whenever he got the chance.

He even harbored a slight hope in his heart.

Seeing how much he cherished the wine.

Martial Uncle Zhu, out of a rash impulse, might take back the remaining wine and then give it to him?

The wine was good, but it needed someone to cherish it.

Unfortunately, his hope was dashed, Zhu Haoran showed no such intention at all.

Lin Yun glanced at Sun Moshang but remained silent.

"Lin Yi, no matter what, I hope there will not be any major conflict. I can promise you the safety of Yan Dashan. As long as I am here, no one from the Seven Injuries Sect will dare to touch him..." Zhu Haoran looked deeply at Lin Yun and said.

He wasn't sure if Lin Yun planned to rely on his own strength to deal with Sun Moshang or use the strength of the force behind him. At this point, he had no doubt that Lin Yun had a powerful force backing him up.

He just didn't know how strong it was.

However, it shouldn't be small.

After all, he seemed not even interested in being taught by a martial arts master.

He could not convince Sun Moshang to back down. That was not only the stance of their Seven Injuries Sect but also Sun Moshang's personal wish.

Under these circumstances, he was even less qualified to persuade Lin Yun.

He couldn't possibly tell Lin Yun to stand by without resistance, subjecting himself to the Seven Injuries Sect's punishment and Sun Moshang's assaults, could he?

Therefore, all he could do was to say this.

"Whether there will be a major conflict in the end depends on the attitude of the Seven Injuries Sect. Here, I have only one thing to say, no matter what the Seven Injuries Sect plans to do, I am not afraid..." Lin Yun looked at Zhu Haoran, calmly saying.