Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 95: Payment

Chapter 95: Payment

Chen Mei, hearing the words from the two guards, quickly nodded and replied, "Alright, I’ll head straight to the main hall. In the meantime, why don’t you two find a place for my guests to stay?"

She then turned toward Lin Feng and the others, offering them a warm smile as she approached. Her gaze lingered on Lin Feng for a brief moment before she spoke again, her voice carrying both reassurance and urgency.

"I need to take care of something for a while. Just follow these two guards—they’ll show you to your quarters. I’ll come find you later."

Lin Feng studied her carefully, sensing the tension hidden beneath her composed demeanor. Though she tried to appear calm, the slight furrow in her brow and the way she clenched her hands at her sides betrayed her inner turmoil.

He had a strong hunch that the reason for her sudden summons was either related to the Church of Heaven or the ambush orchestrated by Chen Yang. However, without more information, he couldn’t be certain. Regardless of the exact reason, it was clear that whatever awaited her in the main hall wasn’t a trivial matter.

Let’s just hope things work out, he thought.

Looking back at Chen Mei, he gave her a reassuring nod before speaking in a steady voice.

"We’ll be fine. Go ahead and handle those troublesome things first."

Chen Mei hesitated for a brief second, her lips pressing together slightly as if she wanted to say something more. But in the end, she simply nodded, grateful for his understanding.

Before she could take her leave, however, Chen Li suddenly stepped forward, his deep voice cutting through the air with quiet authority.

"Take me with you—I have something to discuss with your father as well."

Chen Mei blinked in surprise before her expression softened with gratitude. Having Old Chen by her side would certainly make things easier. His presence carried weight, and his wisdom could help navigate whatever difficult conversation awaited her. Feeling a wave of relief, she smiled brightly and nodded.

"Huang Bei, Lin Feng," Chen Li turned toward them, his tone firm and serious, "You both should rest. I’ve patched you up a bit, but you’ll still need time to fully recover. Don’t wander around or get into any unnecessary fights."

Huang Bei, who had been standing quietly by Lin Feng’s side, gave a small nod, his expression calm but weary. "Understood," he said in a measured tone. Though he didn’t voice it, the exhaustion in his eyes and the slight tension in his posture made it clear that rest was something he wouldn’t refuse.

Lin Feng also nodded his head. He understood Old Chen’s concern—despite his own stubborn nature, he knew that pushing himself too hard right now would do more harm than good.

"Don’t worry, Old Chen, we can handle ourselves" Ling Feng spoke up in reply

Chen Li nodded his head shifting his attention towards the two brothers.

"As for you two..." Chen Li reached into his bag of holding and pulled out a small coin purse. With a slight shake, the soft clinking of spirit stones echoed in the air before he tossed it toward them. "There are 500 spirit stones inside—split it between yourselves and do whatever you want with it."

Yan Hao caught the coin purse, his eyes widening like saucers. For him, 500 spirit stones was a fortune—especially considering they were only supposed to earn 100 spirit stones for their job.

It had to be known that the average monthly salary of a mortal was around 10 spirit stones—amounting to roughly 120 spirit stones per year.

With such an income, an ordinary person could live a modest yet comfortable life, affording a small but sturdy home, regular warm meals, and the occasional luxury.

For commoners, spirit stones were not just a currency but a lifeline, essential for purchasing food, medicine, and even basic cultivation resources for those fortunate enough to be able to cultivate.

To cultivators from humble backgrounds like the Yan brothers, spirit stones were even more precious. Most low-level cultivators struggled to earn consistent wages, taking on dangerous escort missions or odd jobs to scrape by. A hundred spirit stones was already a generous reward—enough to sustain them for months.

For Yan Hao and Yan Li, receiving 500 spirit stones in a single day was nothing short of staggering. It wasn’t just a payment—it was the equivalent of several years’ wages dropped into their hands in an instant.

It was no wonder their hands trembled slightly as they clutched the coin purse, hearts pounding with the weight of an opportunity they had never dreamed of.

"S-Sir, isn’t this too much?" Yan Hao gulped, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to resist the urge to immediately store the coin purse in his bag of holding, fearing someone might try to steal it.

"That’s right! This is basically a few years’ worth of work!" Yan Li added, his gaze locked on the coin purse in his brother’s hand as if it were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Chen Li chuckled at their reaction, a warm smile crossing his face. "You earned it. You helped save my life—of course, I’ll compensate you handsomely."

Yan Hao and Yan Li, hearing this, felt as if they were about to cry. Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees and kowtowed to Chen Li as if he were their actual father.

"Old Chen is the greatest master in all of Silverpine City! He’s handsome, talented, and supremely skilled—no one can compare to him!" Yan Hao declared enthusiastically, his voice full of admiration.

"That’s right! Old Chen is the most magnanimous master of all—always generous and never selfish. He never forgets the little ones like us!" Yan Li added, his tone equally sincere.

Chen Li, hearing their exaggerated praise, quickly scolded them. "You brats! All you know is how to play around. Get up already! Don’t you know it’s bad to kowtow to every person you meet?" Despite his words, the faint smile in his eyes betrayed how pleased he was by their flattery.

Watching the scene unfold, Huang Bei shook his head and leaned closer to Lin Feng, whispering, "Don’t worry—Old Chen is probably saving the best reward for us. I bet it’ll be much better than theirs."

Lin Feng nodded in quiet agreement, and before long, Chen Li turned his attention toward them.

"As for the two of you," he said with a smile, "your rewards will come later. I need time to prepare something that will directly aid your cultivation. Though, for Huang Bei—I already have something in mind."

Huang Bei and Lin Feng both nodded in response. From the corner of his eye, Lin Feng noticed the faint excitement flickering across Huang Bei’s face.

I guess Old Chen will give Huang Bei a cultivation technique suited to his Heaven’s Pact. I wonder if it’ll be anything like mine...

At that moment, the mechanical voice echoed in Lin Feng’s mind:

[Responding to host: The host’s cultivation technique is unique because it originates from a member of the spiritual beast race. It is unlikely that any human-created technique will surpass its compatibility with the host’s Heaven’s Pact.]

Hearing this, Lin Feng’s heart stirred. The cultivation technique bestowed upon him by the Blackwood Ruler was even more precious than he had realized.

One day... I’ll return to the Blackwood Forest and repay the Blackwood Ruler for the gift he gave me.

Lost in thought, Lin Feng was pulled back to the present as Chen Mei’s voice rang out from the front.

"Uncle Chen Li, we have to go. I don’t think it’s a good idea to keep my father waiting too long," she said nervously, a trace of apprehension in her tone.

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