250: Chapter 250 The Seventh War Zone

Over the past few days, countless representatives from aristocratic families wanting a piece of the pie have been blocked at the door.

Lin Fan's attitude was clear: he wouldn't spit out any meat that had already entered his mouth.

The current Myriad Treasures Pavilion was no longer just a small-time street stall operation in Jianghai City.

It had drained the blood of the Zhao Family and integrated resources from the government, aristocratic families, and universities, growing into a true behemoth.

A commercial empire capable of stirring up winds and rain in the capital, influencing the market landscape.

"Boss, this is the last one."

Mo Yu walked in carrying a stack of documents and placed a property deed stamped with a top-secret seal in front of Lin Fan.

It was the Zhao Family's most core rare metal mine, and also an essential source of raw materials for manufacturing high-tier combat weapons.

Lin Fan picked up the property deed, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Assistant Mo, thanks to your Inspection Order this time, otherwise these old foxes wouldn't have let go so easily."

Mo Yu rolled his eyes at him and said irritably:

"Spare me that. You haven't paid my appearance fee yet."

"Also, the military asked me to remind you that since you've taken so many benefits, the supply of military blind boxes for next month must be doubled."

Lin Fan laughed, casually tossing the priceless property deed into the system space.

"Don't worry, as long as the money is right, it wouldn't be a problem even if I made the Abyssal Dragon God into a blind box to sell to the military."

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling city beneath his feet.

Once, he was just an F-Rank Trash who had to risk his life in the Wasteland Zone to treat his sister's illness.

But now, the entire capital was at his feet.

But he knew this wasn't enough.

The fall of the Zhao Family was just the beginning of the reshuffling of the old aristocratic family structure.

The real challenge was yet to come.

...

The Jingda Clock Tower was the highest point of the entire campus.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the ancient clock tower golden, and the evening breeze carried a hint of chill, dispersing the hustle and bustle of the day.

Lin Fan sat on the railing at the edge of the clock tower, his legs dangling in the air, swinging casually.

Beside him, Su Qingxue, Zhang Hao, Chu Yaoyao, Qin Feng, and Mo Yu stood side by side.

After this series of life-and-death experiences, this group, which had originally seemed like a makeshift team, had now truly become a united force.

"Brother Fan, you didn't see the expressions on those aristocratic family heads today."

Zhang Hao held a bottle of happy water, gesturing excitedly while drinking.

"Before, they looked at us like we were upstarts, but today, that look in their eyes—tsk tsk—they couldn't wait to worship us."

"Especially that Second Elder of the Qin Family, who wanted to pick a fight before, but today, when he saw me, he actually bowed and called me President Zhang. It cracked me up."

Qin Feng pushed up his glasses on the side and added a sharp, calm remark:

"That's because they were scared. The Zhao Family's fate is there for all to see; who would dare treat the Myriad Treasures Pavilion as an ordinary merchant now?"

Chu Yaoyao leaned on the railing, holding an unopened blind box and swinging it back and forth, her eyes curved into crescents.

"Anyway, regardless of what they think, it's true that we're rich now! Brother Lin Fan, I want to apply for a budget; I want to buy the latest combat suit!"

Su Qingxue didn't speak; she just stood quietly beside Lin Fan, letting the evening breeze mess up her hair.

Her gaze remained on Lin Fan's profile, a sense of unprecedented peace and determination in her eyes.

The Zhao Family was destroyed, and the foundation was laid.

They had finally firmly established themselves in the capital.

Listening to his partners' casual chatter, Lin Fan felt a myriad of emotions in his heart.

Along this journey, from a street stall in Jianghai City to the overlord of the capital, every step had been thrilling.

Fortunately, the result was good.

His sister's illness had been completely cured, and she had awakened an S-Rank Talent; the Myriad Treasures Pavilion's business had spread across the country; and the brothers and friends around him had also grown into experts capable of holding their own.

"System, open the panel."

Lin Fan recited silently in his heart.

A translucent screen that only he could see unfolded before his eyes.

[Host: Lin Fan]

[Realm: Seventh-Order Grandmaster (Improved through encapsulating a Half-step Martial King and feedback from battlefield slaughter)]

[Talents: S-Rank Indestructible Golden Body, S-Rank Divine Ember Flame, S-rank True Sight Eye, S-Rank Immune to All Poisons Body, SS-Rank Legion Aura (Primary)]

[Special Items: S-Rank Traitor blind box (Unopened), Furnace of All Things (Prototype)]

[Current Points: 380 million]

Looking at the magnificent data on the panel, Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

Although the trip to the Gloomy Forest was highly risky, the rewards were proportional.

He had leveled up three times, directly crossing the watershed of the Grandmaster Realm and reaching the level of a high-tier Grandmaster.

Now, with his S-Rank Talents and system items, he had the strength to fight even if he encountered a true Great Grandmaster.

If he used his trump cards at any cost, he could even wrestle with a First-tier Martial King.

"My current strength should be barely enough, right..."

Lin Fan muttered to himself.

Just then, the previously calm system panel suddenly flashed with blinding red light.

[Warning! Warning!]

[Large-scale high-energy reaction detected on the front line of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield!]

[Coordinates locked: Seventh War Zone defense line.]

[Energy fluctuation level: S+ (Suspected expansion of spatial channel)]

[Analysis result: A big guy is coming over.]

The smile on Lin Fan's face froze instantly.

He stood up abruptly, his gaze sharp as he looked toward the distant northern horizon.

Although he couldn't see anything unusual with the naked eye, the Divine Ember Flame in his body jumped violently at this moment; it was an instinctive warning like encountering a mortal enemy.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qingxue, who had been watching him, noticed his abnormality immediately and asked softly.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, and his eyes became unprecedentedly grave.

"I'm afraid the good days are coming to an end."

He turned around, looked at his partners beside him, his tone low and serious.

"Pass the word down: all branches of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion are to enter Level 1 combat readiness."

"Stop all unnecessary expansion and focus all efforts on hoarding strategic supplies, especially healing potions and high-tier combat weapons."

"Also, Qin Feng, help me contact General Ye Canglan, I have important intelligence to report."

Everyone was stunned by Lin Fan's sudden order; Zhang Hao almost dropped the happy water in his hand.

"Brother Fan, what happened? Didn't we just win?"

Lin Fan patted Zhang Hao's shoulder, watching the sunset gradually sink below the horizon, flames of ambition flickering in his eyes.

"The Zhao Family was just an appetizer."

"The real main course has only just been served."

"Get ready; we're going to the front line to restock."

Above the clock tower, the wind howled.

Lin Fan looked at the constantly flashing red alarm on the system panel, his palm slowly tightening around the hilt of his blade.