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”These contribution points are enough for you to exchange for a decent C-rank Spiritual Artifact or a few bottles of Medicinal Pills that can stabilize your Realm from the General Bureau’s exchange list.”

”For a newcomer, this is a very generous reward.”

Nine thousand points?

When Lin Yuan heard this number, the smile on his face didn’t change, but the interest in his eyes quickly faded.

Nine thousand points? It sounded like a lot.

But compared to his near-death experience this time, almost draining his divine body...

Compared to the priceless treasures in the Qin Family’s Treasure Trove, of which he only ”sampled” a few... was this paltry sum meant to send a beggar away?

Wei Zheng didn’t notice the fleeting sarcasm in Lin Yuan’s eyes, only assuming he was a young man who hadn’t seen much of the world, stunned by this ”huge sum,” and the contempt in his heart grew even stronger.

He was satisfied, believing the matter was settled.

He put down his teacup, and his tone became unquestionable.

”Alright, the matter is concluded.”

”We will take over all subsequent affairs of the Qin Family. There’s nothing more for you here.”

”Once you’ve collected your reward, you can return to Jiangcheng.”

As soon as these words were spoken.

The air in the hall fell silent.

Su Wanqing’s brows furrowed tightly.

Qin Hai didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

This was... sending them away?

Using nine thousand contribution points to buy out all their merits here and their right to future involvement?

The smile on Lin Yuan’s face also slowly receded.

”Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue.

Wei Zheng looked at him.

”What? Do you have an objection to this reward?”

”No objection, really.”

Lin Yuan lazily lifted his eyelids.

”It’s just that... it feels a bit little.”

”Little?”

Wei Zheng let out a laugh as if he had heard a joke.

”Young man, don’t be too greedy. Nine thousand contribution points, for your current level, is already a huge sum.”

”A huge sum it is.”

Lin Yuan sighed, a look of profound distress on his face.

”But Captain Wei, you don’t know how much I suffered to handle this matter!”

He began to count on his fingers, listing off each item.

”I, a poor little C-rank Beginner, was locked in the Abyss of Suppressing Prison by that B-rank madman Qin Shan. That place was pitch black, and the energy was even poisonous!”

”I barely survived in there, almost meeting my end!”

”I’m a sunny young man in my early twenties, and I witnessed those disgusting human-stitched monsters with my own eyes. I’m definitely going to have nightmares when I go back at night! This psychological trauma, shouldn’t it cost more?”

”Oh, right.”

Lin Yuan clapped his thigh as if he had just remembered something.

”To fight against Qin Shan, I was also forced to Breakthrough during the battle, and now I’m already C-rank High-tier.”

”This is a typical work-related injury; my Foundation isn’t even stable. Shouldn’t the Bureau reimburse the subsequent recuperation fees?”

He looked at the dumbfounded Wei Zheng and spread his hands.

”You see, when you calculate it like that...”

”Nine thousand points, isn’t it a bit insufficient?”

The entire Kunlun Pavilion was deathly silent.

Qin Hai’s mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

Su Wanqing silently turned her face away, her shoulders subtly shaking.

Wei Zheng’s smile froze.

”Lin Yuan!”

His voice deepened.

”Watch your words! This is the organization’s reward for you, not buying vegetables at a wet market!”

Lin Yuan put away the smile on his face.

”Captain Wei, calm down a bit. Your Aura... you just Broke through, didn’t you? It’s not very stable.”

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. That carefree demeanor returned, but his eyes became sharp.

”I’ve said so much, do you think I really care about those nine thousand contribution points?”

”I, Lin Yuan, Supervising Officer of the Dragon Shield Bureau Jiangcheng Branch. Su Wanqing, Deputy Supervising Officer of the Jiangcheng Branch.”

He slowly stated his identity, his gaze directly meeting the now gloomy Wei Zheng’s.

”We were dispatched by Jiangcheng to guard the Abyss of Suppressing Prison as Supervising Officers.”

Lin Yuan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

”So, I’d like to ask.”

”When did it become the Kunlun Branch Bureau’s turn to dictate to us, the people of the esteemed Jiangcheng Branch?”