6: Chapter 6 D-Grade Evil Qi Crystal

He closed the doors and windows tightly, sat cross-legged on the living room floor, moved his consciousness, and instantly sank into his Divine Kingdom.

On the pitch-black Miasma Wasteland, nineteen Shagu Devouring Hounds were prostrate on the ground, roaring respectfully toward the vault of heaven.

With a thought, Lin Ye directly dropped one ton of Rot Wolf corpses down.

Boom ——

Piles of Rot Wolf corpses smashed onto the wasteland, and the rich miasma instantly diffused.

"Eat! Eat! Once you're full, it's time to have cubs..."

Upon receiving the command, the eyes of the nineteen Shagu Devouring Hounds instantly turned crimson, and they violently pounced forward, frantically tearing and devouring.

The sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart and the low roars of ferocious beasts rose and fell one after another across the wasteland.

At the same time, that C-Grade Reproduction Card suspended in mid-air, transforming into a pale gray spiritual light that merged into the wasteland soil.

The invisible power of reproduction diffused, seeping into every inch of miasma soil and into the bloodline of every Shagu Devouring Hound.

Lin Ye's consciousness hovered in mid-air, looking down indifferently.

He could clearly see that deep within the wasteland, more fragmented miasma crystals were rapidly condensing and growing.

He could see that the Taotie patterns in the bloodlines of the Shagu Devouring Hounds devouring the corpses were growing brighter and brighter.

He could see that under the power of reproduction, a new aura of life was quietly breeding within the wasteland soil.

Poor?

It doesn't matter.

The miasma crystals would become more and more numerous, and the ferocious beasts would grow stronger and stronger.

He had a vague perception of Ye Feng's malice — from the other party's resentful gaze, he could tell that they harbored ill intentions.

But so what?

His Divine Kingdom was a miasma hell and also a cradle for ferocious beasts.

His path had never relied on family background, but on prehistoric bloodlines and the submission of all beasts.

"Come on."

A cold glint suddenly appeared in the depths of Lin Ye's eyes, and his voice was cold and firm.

"No matter what tricks you pull, I'll take them all."

"I want to see whether your family background is tough enough, or if my ferocious beasts are fierce enough!"

Night fell, and the morning light broke.

The outside night passed in a flash, but within Lin Ye's Miasma Soil Divine Kingdom, a full fifteen days had quietly elapsed.

Inside the silent and cold room, Lin Ye lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, his consciousness firmly rooted in that Miasma Wasteland.

Ever since he threw in the Rot Wolf corpses and activated the C-Grade Reproduction Card last night, the ecology of the entire wasteland had been completely rewritten.

Gray miasma lingered year-round, and beneath the dim and dead vault of heaven, nineteen Shagu Devouring Hounds lazily coiled on the black-red bloody muddy ground.

The power of the C-Grade Reproduction Card diffused unceasingly, infiltrating every ferocious beast's bloodline and bone marrow, infinitely amplifying their violent beastly desires.

Across the entire wasteland, low panting and roaring of ferocious beasts filled every corner.

Reproduction.

Endless reproduction.

Canines already possessed extremely strong reproductive capabilities, and coupled with the potent enhancement of the Reproduction Card, this group of ferocious beasts that had undergone bloody slaughter and bloodline purification experienced uninterrupted estrus states.

Lin Ye's consciousness hovered in mid-air, his cold and indifferent gaze sweeping across the entire pack of hounds, clearly capturing the physical changes of each female hound.

Among the nineteen Shagu Devouring Hounds, a full seven female beasts successfully conceived, their bellies bulging high, their skin taut, concealing the lively life fluctuations of cubs inside.

Divine Kingdom Log: [ Detected pregnant females: 7 ]

Divine Kingdom Log: [ Total embryonic cubs: 82 ]

A line of pale golden secret data streams quietly emerged in the depths of Lin Ye's consciousness.

A faint cold light flashed across the depths of Lin Ye's eyes, devoid of excess emotion, leaving only extreme calmness.

82 cubs.

Moreover, this batch of newborn cubs was born imbued with the wasteland's miasma, inheriting the purified recessive Taotie bloodline of their predecessors, and were naturally several times more formidable than the initial three hundred decaying Scavenger Hounds.

More crucially, canine ferocious beasts had extremely short growth cycles. Once this batch of cubs matured, they would be able to reproduce once again.

Before long, within his Divine Kingdom, the number of ferocious beasts would skyrocket in geometric multiples.

By then, densely packed Devouring Hounds covering the Miasma Wasteland would truly be the beginning of all beasts prostrating themselves.

Aside from that, the changes in the wasteland's soil were equally gratifying.

Fifteen days had passed with no human intervention and no mining.

Within the cracked, pitch-black miasma soil, a full ten sharp-angled, pitch-black crystals broke through the ground.

The surface of the crystals was wreathed with a faint gray miasma, their texture hard and luster dull, lacking the translucent texture of high-grade miasma crystals, and their quality could only be considered low-grade.

D-grade miasma crystals.

Lin Ye had already checked the price list on the Federation's public trading website last night and knew it clearly.

This kind of low-grade miasma crystal was specifically supplied to low-level demigods to temper their physical bodies and cultivate dark-attribute monsters. Market demand was extremely high, and the unit price remained stable at one hundred thousand credit points each, with sales practically guaranteed.

Ten pieces meant a full one million credit points.

For Lin Ye, whose balance yesterday was only three hundred and twenty-seven, this was undoubtedly a huge fortune.

"Funds have finally begun to circulate."

Lin Ye murmured softly, his consciousness slowly withdrawing from the Divine Kingdom as he opened his eyes.

Outside the window, the sky was bright, and the morning sunlight spilled into the room through the cracks of the curtains, landing on the youth's cool, fair profile.

Without the slightest hesitation, he casually picked up the old psionic phone by his pillow, opened the class communication group, and directly sent a leave application to the theoretical class teacher.

[ Lin Ye: Teacher, I am applying for five days of leave. ]

Less than ten seconds after the message was sent, the teacher's call came directly through.

On the other end of the line, the gentle male voice carried hard-to-conceal pity, along with a trace of cautious comfort: "Lin Ye, I understand how you feel. After yesterday's awakening ceremony, I know you're under a lot of pressure."

"The teacher will say this again: ratings don't lock down your upper limit, and even an F-grade has a way to survive. You don't have to force yourself to stay tightly wound; adjust your mindset properly and don't get stuck in a dead end."

This theory teacher was the only person in Class Seven who truly felt pity and distress for Lin Ye.

In his eyes, Lin Ye was a once-in-a-century theoretical genius and shouldn't be completely ruined by a cold F-grade rating.

"Thank you, teacher." Lin Ye's tone was calm, without any excess explanation. He neither argued that he wasn't depressed nor revealed any of his trump cards.

Excessive explanation would only add unnecessary trouble.

"Approved. Rest well and return to school in five days. Don't carry any psychological burden; the school will never give up on you." The teacher sighed softly, cleanly and efficiently approving the leave application.

Hanging up the phone, Lin Ye casually shoved his phone into his pocket, brushed his teeth and washed up briefly, changed into a clean school uniform, and headed straight out.

His target was clear — the suburban black market.

It was still that dark, damp alleyway in the abandoned industrial zone, and still that rundown, inconspicuous Primordial Grocery Store.

The scrawny old man was still leaning behind the counter dozing. Hearing footsteps, he didn't even lift his eyelids as he lazily spoke: "You're here again? You just spent all your savings yesterday, and you still have things to buy today?"

Lin Ye didn't waste words. He opened his palm to reveal ten cold, hard, pitch-black miasma crystals neatly arranged, with faint miasma flowing over them, making them exceptionally eye-catching in the dim shop.

"Do you buy miasma crystals? D-grade."

The old man abruptly opened his turbid eyes, a flash of bright light bursting within them. He stood up, walked quickly to the counter, picked up a miasma crystal, rubbed it between his fingertips, and scrutinized it for a moment.

"Pure wasteland miasma crystals, free of mixed-in pollutant toxins. Although the quality is low, they're clean and useful."

The old man raised his eyes to look at Lin Ye, his tone carrying a hint of surprise: "Where did you get these miasma crystals?"

"In the black market, do people still ask about the source of goods?!" Lin Ye was concise and to the point, unwilling to explain further.