One punch to shatter a Second-Rank, Third-Grade shield. Another to liquidate a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator. The damage output was statistically absurd.

“Abort! Get out!”

The two remaining late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were witnessing a fatal system error. Their courage didn’t just break; it crashed. With their psychological hardware fried, their only command was run. They spun around, desperate to exit the cultivation chamber.

But Sun Yi wasn’t about to let two hostile processes terminate gracefully.

Wind Thunder Step: Engage.

Sun Yi moved with zero latency, flickering into existence behind the nearest fleeing cultivator. He didn’t bother with a technique. He simply uploaded a massive amount of kinetic energy into a straight right.

Bang!

The cultivator was launched like a projectile fired from a railgun. He was dead before he hit the wall, blood spraying from his mouth as the force disconnected his consciousness from reality.

The final survivor was terrified out of his mind. His survival instincts screamed, flooding his system with adrenaline. He frantically dumped his inventory, throwing every talisman he had over his shoulder.

A chaotic storm of fireballs and ice spikes roared toward Sun Yi.

Sun Yi didn’t dodge. He swept his right hand through the air, a wave of tyrannical physical force acting like a system purge. The elemental attacks were wiped from existence, scattered into harmless sparks.

His footwork shifted. Wind Thunder Step cycled again. Sun Yi closed the distance.

“What kind of monster is this?”

The fleeing cultivator’s mind was racing, trying to process the impossibility of the situation. Just then, the invisible ceiling of the courtyard—the Sealing Talisman’s barrier—was torn open by a streak of sword light.

A figure descended from the sky, hovering above the chaos. It was Mo Wen, the Tower Master of the Seven Star Tower.

Mo Wen swept the area with his Divine Sense. His expression glitched. He was looking at a Qi Refining junior hunting down a Foundation Establishment senior like a wolf chasing a rabbit.

This logic does not compute, Mo Wen thought, baffled. The scene defied all cultivation common sense.

“Help me! Tower Master, save me!”

The fleeing cultivator saw Mo Wen as his only lifeline. He screamed for admin support, realizing Sun Yi was already in his hitbox.

But the request timed out. Sun Yi was already mid-swing. The cultivator panicked, throwing a bladed wheel Spirit Weapon behind him to tank the hit while desperately erecting a True Qi barrier.

Impact.

Sun Yi’s fist connected with the Spirit Weapon. The metal wheel shattered instantly, its durability reduced to zero. The fist didn’t stop; it punched through the True Qi shield like it was a hologram and buried itself in the cultivator’s back.

Bang!

The man was sent flying, but the internal damage was already done. Sun Yi’s force didn’t just push him; it detonated inside him, shredding his internal organs into a slurry.

Hovering above, Mo Wen’s pupils constricted. The way he looked at Sun Yi shifted from confusion to shock.

“Such a tyrannical physical body! He walks the path of Body Refinement?”

To shatter a Second-Rank Spirit Weapon and one-shot a late Foundation Establishment cultivator with brute force… that wasn’t standard cultivation. That was a hardware anomaly.

[Targets eliminated. Combat mode: Standby.]

Sun Yi straightened his robes and looked up at the hovering Tower Master. He switched his voice from ‘Executioner’ to ‘Corporate Partner.’

“Tower Master Mo,” Sun Yi smiled faintly. “Apologies for the noise. I was just debugging a few security breaches. I hope you don’t mind the mess.”

Mo Wen landed in the courtyard, regaining his composure. He waved a hand politely. “Sect Leader Sun is too kind. May I ask what transpired here?”

“A few days ago, your former employee, Hua Ling, brought unauthorized personnel into my private server—my room—with intent to harm,” Sun Yi explained calmly. “I had no choice but to execute defensive protocols.”

“It was an oversight by the Seven Star Tower. We allowed Headmaster Sun to be startled.”

“Hehe, this bug wasn’t your fault, Tower Master Mo. Don’t worry about the liability.” Sun Yi waved it off, showing zero resentment. Business was business.

“Right,” Mo Wen nodded, eager to move past the violence. “I actually came to find Sect Leader Sun because the logistics department just completed the transfer. The Mi Luo Beast corpse you requested has arrived. When would you like to take delivery?”

Sun Yi’s internal processor spiked. Resource acquired. Outwardly, he kept his poker face, offering only a slight nod of interest. Showing too much demand would ruin his leverage.

“Could I inspect the assets first?” Sun Yi asked.

“Naturally.” Mo Wen smiled and waved his sleeve.

A massive carcass crashed onto the courtyard floor.

It was a mountain of flesh and scale, at least ten times the size of the specimen the Qingyun Sect had previously farmed. Even in death, the biological pressure radiating from it was intense.

“Tier 3,” Sun Yi noted, scanning the object. “Top-tier specs.”

“Is Sect Leader Sun satisfied with the product?”

Sun Yi nodded. Satisfied? It’s an upgrade goldmine. The refining material from a Tier 2 beast was enough to initialize a new Dantian. A peak Tier 3 beast? The yield would be exponential.

He had a sudden urge to extract the core components right here and ask Mo Wen to help process them. He could potentially install the remaining four Dantians immediately.

Risk Assessment: High. Action: Abort.

Revealing the Multiple Dantian architecture was a critical security vulnerability. Mo Wen was a business partner, not an ally. He couldn’t be trusted with root access to Sun Yi’s secrets.

“Tower Master Mo, what’s the valuation on this unit?” Sun Yi turned his gaze away from the beast.

“Ahem.” Mo Wen cleared his throat, his expression shifting into a practiced look of pained apology. “Sect Leader Sun, Mi Luo Beasts are scarce resources. The regional branch was very firm on the pricing floor. They insist on no less than five hundred thousand Spirit Stones. I tried to leverage our relationship, but corporate wouldn’t budge. I am truly sorry.”

“However,” Mo Wen added quickly, “Sect Leader Sun can still apply the VIP discount to the final invoice.”

Sun Yi stared at him. Internal Monologue: Look at this performance. This guy isn’t even an eighteenth-tier actor. The ‘corporate wouldn’t budge’ line? Classic upsell script.

On the surface, Sun Yi laughed heartily. “Five hundred thousand? Done. Fair market value.”

He paused. “However, I’m currently suffering from a liquidity crisis. I hope the Tower can extend me some credit? We can settle the balance once I return to the Qingyun Sect. Net-30 terms, essentially.”

“Furthermore,” Sun Yi continued, dropping the bait, “Qingyun Sect intends to set up a recurring purchase order for Mi Luo Beasts. Dead or alive, any tier. As long as you supply them, we will buy. We are willing to pay a premium above market rate.”

Mo Wen’s eyes lit up. A recurring revenue stream? With a price premium? “Headmaster Sun, you are serious?”

“A gentleman’s word is his bond,” Sun Yi said, adopting the native idiom for maximum effect. “Future deliveries can be shipped directly to Qingyun Sect. Cash on delivery. No delays. And for live specimens? We’ll pay double.”

“Excellent! It’s a deal!” Mo Wen was practically glowing.

He knew the origin of these beasts. This wasn’t just a sale; it was a monopoly. Mo Wen had already reported the previous transaction to HQ. The executives had praised his initiative and given him sole jurisdiction over the Qingyun account. His standing in the company was vertical. He finally felt a sense of vindication—a release of all the pressure he’d been under.

And it was all thanks to this golden goose, Sun Yi.

“I will have my staff arrange a suite upgrade for Headmaster Sun immediately,” Mo Wen said, eager to please.

“Acceptable. I’ll leave it to you, Tower Master.”

Sun Yi didn’t refuse. His current room was a disaster zone—walls breached, blood on the floor. Not exactly an optimal environment for cultivation.

Mo Wen departed to handle the logistics. Sun Yi quickly executed a loot command, sweeping the storage bags and intact weapons of the four dead cultivators into his inventory. Then, signaling Xiao Yue, they relocated to a fresh server instance—a new courtyard.