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Lin Yun stayed in the room he shared with Zhang Haoran, sat cross-legged on the bed, and closed his eyes, circulating the internal energy within his body according to a cultivation tactic he learned on the Cosmic Trading System.

Martial arts cultivation is divided into martial techniques and cultivation tactics.

Many martial techniques can be learned, but only a few cultivation tactics can be practiced, and some domineering tactics can only allow one to practice.

The cultivation tactic Lin Yun practiced was one of the most famous Martial arts tactic on the Cosmic Trading System, the Nine Rotations Mysterious Technique.

It sounded similar to a myth on Earth, but it was actually not.

During the Mingjin Stage, as there was no internal energy born in one\'s body, there was only a simple method of respiration.

During the Dark Strength Stage, internal energy was generated and could be controlled to circulate, and only then did this cultivation method exert its real power. Lin Yun could also feel that his strength was rapidly progressing every day.

While circulating his internal energy, Lin Yun relished various feelings.

Over these two days, he had raised thirty to forty martial techniques to the Small Success Realm and three martial techniques to the Great Success Realm.

He had a lot of martial arts knowledge to digest.

In the blink of an eye, a night passed.

The next day, Lin Yun got up refreshed.

Overnight, his gains were significant.

His current strength was nearly skyrocketing every day.

There were not too many Spirit Crystals in the Cosmic Trading System, just over two thousand, most of the Spirit Crystals were all used by him for quickly learning various martial techniques.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Brother Lin Yi, I specifically asked the hotel to prepare some good dishes for you today to encourage you to participate in the following competition. The dishes are downstairs..." Zhang Haoran had already been up and gone for a while, seeing Lin Yun get up and come out, he immediately greeted him, said delightedly.

"However, because you\'re about to compete, you can\'t eat too much, so there aren\'t many dishes... I\'ve ordered another table to be prepared at noon, it\'s very rich. Brother Lin Yi, you\'ve already made a name for yourself by breaking into the top 20, it\'s a great joy. Today\'s lunch is a celebration... However, you have to be careful in the following competition.

If you encounter a powerful opponent, leave the stage early, otherwise, if you get injured, lunch won\'t taste good..."

Then, Zhang Haoran continued.

"Thank you brother Haoran for your kindness," Lin Yun said with a faint smile.

With that, Lin Yun and Zhang Haoran went downstairs together.

Soon, the two of them arrived at a table where two waiters were standing, and more than a dozen dishes had been set on the table. Each dish was meticulous, showing that Zhang Haoran had undoubtedly put in a lot of thought.

"Good dishes require good wine, I have a bottle of good wine here, let\'s open it and drink..." At that moment, Lin Yun pulled out a bottle of wine from nowhere and said.

While speaking, Lin Yun had already uncorked the bottle, pouring a cup for each of them.

"This wine smells good, I didn\'t expect that Brother Lin Yi would bring such a good wine with you, I need to try this..." Smelling the aroma of the wine, Zhang Haoran\'s eyes lit up and he said joyfully.

Originally, he wanted to ask Lin Yun about when he brought the wine downstairs, but for a moment, he did not bother to ask anymore.

The process is not important, the result is the most important.

This wine was naturally the Qingyun Supreme.

Usually when Lin Yun ate, he would drink some Qingyun Supreme.

Since he came here, Lin Yun restrained himself due to the need to not draw attention.

Today was the last day of the competition, so it wasn\'t necessary to hide too much.

He had gotten very acquainted with Zhang Haoran over these two days, and he trusted him as a friend, so he didn\'t mind sharing this drink with him.

He could see that Zhang Haoran\'s martial arts talent was not too bad, but he didn\'t have many resources to use, so he was currently only at the Mid Mingjin Stage.

Many core disciples of those large and famous sects have various resources to consume, allowing them to reach the Late Mingjin Stage, Mingjin Peak, and even the Dark Strength Stage at a young age.

Although Zhang Haoran was only twenty-two now, even with resources he would not be able to reach a very high realm, but reaching the Late Mingjin Stage, or even the Mingjin Peak, was not impossible.

Lin Yun didn\'t plan to drink too much of this wine.

Zhang Haoran couldn\'t afford to drink too much either, as his realm was too low.

Lin Yun planned to give the leftovers to Zhang Haoran.

It wasn\'t that Lin Yun was stingy or unwilling to give more.

The value of this bottle of wine had already reached tens of millions.

Especially since the Qingyun Restaurant and Qingyun Hotel were already closed, the price of the Qingyun Supreme has even reached above 20 million.

He saw various stalls selling Qingyun Supreme yesterday, and a bottle of Qingyun Supreme was showing a price of 21 million.

Although he and Zhang Haoran were very familiar with each other, they had not reached the point of casually giving away tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. After all, they hadn\'t known each other for very long. If he gave too much valued wine to Alan, it would be abrupt, and it may dilute their friendship.

"This wine is not right..."

The two of them ate dishes, chatted, and drank wine. Soon, Zhang Haoran discovered that the wine was not right, and he couldn\'t help but jump in his heart. He looked at the wine bottle with a surprised tone.

"What\'s wrong with it?" Lin Yun smiled and asked.

"Brother Lin Yi, is this medicinal wine?" Zhang Haoran said with an earnest look.

Not only was it an herbal wine, it was not just any ordinary herbal wine. Although his family wasn\'t exactly wealthy, they were still relatively well-off compared to the super-rich. His father was, after all, a martial arts grandmaster. He had tried herbal wine once or twice before, but he was certain that the wines he had tasted before were nowhere near as effective as this bottle.

As they spoke, Zhang Haoran began to inspect the bottle of Qingyun Supreme.

His first impression was one of familiarity.

Soon after, Zhang Haoran recognized the origin of the wine.

"Is this Qingyun Supreme?" Zhang Haoran asked in surprise.

The reputation of the Qingyun Supreme, a wine costing tens of millions, was already quite significant. It was even more so these days, as it had recently been sold at the martial arts conference for over twenty million dollars. It was confirmed to be an herbal wine that wasn\'t at all lacking in effectiveness, becoming well-known amongst many martial artists.

Zhang Haoran was familiar with it.

"Brother Lin, this wine is too precious! How can we just casually drink it as if it\'s nothing? Hurry up and put it away." Zhang Haoran quickly said.

"No need for that, Brother Haoran. This wine is not much to me. Our relationship can\'t be measured through wine or money..." Lin Yun said with a smile.

"Come on, Brother Haoran; let\'s have another drink." As Lin Yun spoke, he raised his glass and suggested with a smile.

"This..." Zhang Haoran hesitated.

This wine was too precious. Each sip was worth at least half a million. He found it difficult to drink.

"Brother Haoran, your hesitation is draining the festive spirit! I\'m using your room and dining on your feast; should we calculate the costs of those as well? I told you before, this wine is not much to me. You don\'t need to fret about it." Lin Yun feigned displeasure.

"Alright, I was being melodramatic. Come, Brother Lin, let\'s drink to my apology." Zhang Haoran quickly conceded with an apologetic smile."

He had finally understood. Among those in the martial arts circle, some were less successful, while others were incredibly successful.

With Lin Yun\'s youthful age and his formidable strength, in addition to having two powerful bodyguards, his status and standing could not be low. Therefore, in his eyes, the money wouldn\'t amount to much.

If he were to constantly keep tabs on this, it would be better to give up on this friendship early

Today was a special day, and the food was special too. He couldn\'t let such a trivial matter tarnish the occasion.

Once he had come to this realization, Zhang Haoran began to drink freely with Lin Yun.

In no time, they had consumed almost a third of the bottle of Qingyun Supreme.

The scent of the wine wafted towards other guests, attracting their attention.

"Is that the Qingyun Supreme?"

"What? That\'s the Qingyun Supreme that costs 21 million?"

"These people sure are rich..."

"Who are these two youngsters?"

Some recognized the Qingyun Supreme, taking a sharp intake of breath.

True, many martial artists were wealthy, but it all depends on whom they were compared to. Most martial artists could not afford a bottle of wine costing more than twenty million Huaxia currency. Those who could afford it would find the expenditure really hard to bear.

Some members of the Seven Injuries Sect had been keeping their eyes on Lin Yun. Now they had even informed Xintang Lee\'s martial Uncle Chen Dawu and Sun Moshang.

"Was that... the Qingyun Supreme that Uncle Zhu gave him yesterday?" Chen Dawu said, his face growing pale.

Although he and his disciple, Xintang Lee, hadn\'t witnessed Zhu Haoran giving Lin Yun two bottles of Qingyun Supreme.

However, two days earlier, they saw Zhu Haoran buying the two bottles of Qingyun Supreme at a stall.

Shortly after, Lin Yun left Zhu Haoran\'s room carrying what looked like two bottles of wine.

There was a high possibility that Zhu Haoran had given those two bottles of Qingyun Supreme to Lin Yun.

They had known Zhu Haoran for many years. They knew that he was capable of such generosity.

Now, seeing Lin Yun drinking the Qingyun Supreme with someone else only confirmed their suspicions.

He was drinking such a precious wine as though it was regular alcohol?

That wine... was supposed to be his and his disciple\'s... Chen Dawu felt as if his heart was bleeding.

In his mind, Lin Yun was drinking his and his disciple\'s wine.

Originally, he had thought that if it was confirmed that Zhu Haoran had really given Lin Yun two bottles of Qingyun Supreme, they could find a way to get them back; he was hanging on to Lin Yun\'s injuring of his disciple Xintang Lee for his own selfish reasons.

Those two bottles of Qingyun Supreme, given the current price, were worth more than forty million Huaxia currency. That was not a small amount or resource.

"What? That is the wine Uncle Zhu gave him?" Upon hearing Chen Dawu\'s words, Sun Moshang was taken aback.

Soon after, he looked at Lin Yun, jealous.

Though he was the chief disciple of the Seven Injuries Sect, their sect wasn\'t a large one, and they had many disciples under them. Hence, he did not get many resources.

Just one bottle of Qingyun Supreme... If it were given to him, his skills would definitely improve.

Yet, it was ruthlessly consumed by someone else.

He didn\'t know that Zhu Haoran had given Lin Yun two bottles of Qingyun Supreme. If he did, his jealousy would have been even greater.