After leaving the task hall, Feng Yun did not return to his dormitory but went straight to the largest commercial firm in the inner city, the Xingyao Commercial Firm.
He inserted the golden card he had obtained into the machine.
Immediately, a string of numbers appeared on the screen.
"One hundred million yuan. Seems the Storm Squad had quite a fortune."
A grin spread across Feng Yun's face. This mission was a huge windfall—nearly like money dropping from the sky.
He had worried about how to earn money, but now it was handed to him.
However, one hundred million was still a bit short to buy a house in the inner city, so Feng Yun sold the alloy swords, armor, and alchemy pills he had obtained through Projections.
Altogether, these sold for nearly seventy to eighty million.
"One hundred seventy million yuan—hope that's enough."
Feng Yun decided to check with the real estate office first and figure things out later if it wasn't.
At the sales center, a young saleswoman named Xiaoyue greeted him warmly when she saw his unique Xingyao Academy uniform.
"Hello sir, I'm Xiaoyue, here to serve you."
Feng Yun nodded, thinking how some things never change—even in a parallel world, salespeople still said the same lines.
Entering the sales hall, many eyes landed on Feng Yun—or rather, on his uniform.
"Look, that's a Xingyao Academy student!"
"So young, maybe fourteen or fifteen. Getting into Xingyao Academy at this age means a bright future."
"I tried once but failed the first round; that exam is brutal!"
"Exactly."
Xingyao Academy was the top school in the base, akin to a prestigious university, even more esteemed.
Getting admitted was like a carp leaping over the dragon gate—instant status and wealth boost.
Feng Yun was a little surprised at the Academy's reputation in the inner city; he thought it would only be recognized in the outer city.
He explained his purpose to the saleswoman.
She said there were currently no villas for sale.
"How much does a detached villa cost?" Feng Yun asked.
"For a regular one, around 500 to 600 million. Villas with full martial arts training facilities and arenas would cost about one billion."
Xiaoyue answered attentively—this was her first time serving a Xingyao Academy client, so she wanted to impress.
So expensive!
Feng Yun was disheartened. Though he had nearly 200 million, it wasn't enough for a house.
The base was crowded, and prices naturally would only rise.
"Please keep me informed if any fully equipped villas become available."
"Of course, sir. We will notify you immediately."
She was determined to do well—everyone knew Xingyao Academy students would become the future leaders.
"Can't buy a house for now."
Feng Yun reluctantly transferred one million to the Welfare Institute's card for the director.
He wasn't planning to return to the outer city just yet but wanted to get everything settled first before bringing Sister Xiaolan and the others in.
Instead of returning to the academy, Feng Yun decided to explore the inner city.
Since arriving, he had been busy training and doing tasks, rarely wandering around.
He wanted to try his luck to see if he could Projection anything good in the inner city.
Walking the streets, he scanned over a hundred people.
The Projections he saw were disappointing—much weaker than those in the academy.
After a whole morning, he still hadn't found anything satisfying.
"Got it! To the Warrior Guild."
His eyes lit up.
The Warrior Guild was an official organization present in every base, dedicated to serving independent Warriors.
Besides the Warrior Guild, there were also Alchemist and Artificer guilds, and Array Master guilds—but those existed only in second-tier bases or above, not in Xingyao Base.
Taking swift steps, Feng Yun headed toward the Warrior Guild.
Meanwhile, in the ruined Storm Squad stronghold—now just a wasteland—two figures emerged from a spatial distortion, wearing matching clothes and rat masks.
Any Warrior nearby would shudder at the sight—they were wielders of the rare Space Attribute Talent.
"Hmm?"
They surveyed the ruined site.
"What happened here? Where's the Storm Squad?"
"Looks like there was a big fight; the Storm Squad is finished."
The taller figure took a chip from the ruins.
"This might hold some records."
He inserted the chip into his watch.
An image projected into the air, flickering from the disturbance.
It showed a handsome youth wielding a giant tree, stomping the stronghold flat like a beast, then delivering a crushing palm to Baofeng.
The projection ended abruptly.
"Interesting. A Xingyao Academy student? Only fourteen or fifteen, yet has mastered Divine Gang Body Tyrant Technique."
The shorter figure's voice brimmed with interest.
"Could be worth recruiting. Having such talent in a third-tier base is rare."
"No rush, we'll observe more. The future is long..."
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