5: Chapter 5 Family Reproduction Card

In the divine kingdom, those nineteen Shagu Devouring Hounds had evolved to E-grade, and the leader to D--grade, but their number was too small—only nineteen in total—which simply couldn't hold up a front.

Furthermore, apart from miasma, there wasn't even a blade of grass on the wasteland. If things kept dragging on like this, even with the ancestral tracing cultivation ability, without sufficient nutrients, they wouldn't be able to continue evolving.

Vassal propagation and fierce beast evolution were both lacking in resources.

What was more crucial was that the credit points in his pocket were only 100,327 left.

This was the pension issued by the Federation after the original owner's parents sacrificed themselves. He had scrimped and saved for several years to accumulate this little bit of family fortune.

He had to make a trip to the black market.

Ordinary shops had too many explicit rules on the surface. Miasma-related materials and vassal propagation cards, especially high cost-effective ones, simply couldn't be bought there.

Only the black market, a mixed bag of dragons and fish where contraband and niche goods were readily available, was the place he should go now.

After finally enduring until school was over, Lin Ye didn't stay a bit, grabbed his schoolbag and walked out. Throughout the whole process, he ignored the pointing gazes around him, his footsteps fast and steady as he headed straight for the black market trading area in the suburbs of Cangnan City.

The black market was hidden in an abandoned old industrial zone. Its entrance was covert, and it was year-round permeated with a weird stench mixed with miasma, bloodshed, and decay.

Guarding the entrance were two burly men tattooed with dark patterns, their gazes vigilant. Seeing Lin Ye in a school uniform, they scanned him up and down twice without stopping him—Awakening Day had just passed, and many new students would come to hunt for cheap goods.

Passing through the narrow and dim alleyway, both sides were filled with crude stalls and low shops, with the sounds of hawking and bargaining rising one after another.

There were those selling low-level monster corpses, those selling divine kingdom basic materials, and those secretly peddling contraband potions—a mixed bag of good and bad with undercurrents surging.

Familiar with the road, Lin Ye walked straight to an inconspicuous small shop deep inside. The signboard read "Desolate Ancient Grocery Store". Its storefront was dilapidated, yet it specialized in business related to the cultivation of divine kingdom vassals.

The shop owner was a skinny old man, squinting as he leaned behind the counter. Seeing Lin Ye, he didn't even lift his eyelids: "What do you want?"

"Grade C vassal propagation card, and also… monster corpses containing miasma. I want large quantities and cheap ones." Lin Ye got straight to the point.

Only then did the old man raise his eyes, his turbid gaze sizing him up for a moment before saying meaningfully: "Grade C propagation card, 80,000 credit points each. It can make adult vassals below Grade C go into heat and accelerate vassal propagation. If the original vassal's propagation rate is already high, it will be even faster."

"As for monster corpses containing miasma, I only have Rot Wolf ones here. Very few people use this stuff, so it's very cheap. For 10,000 credit points, I'll give you five tons, which can also be considered helping me clear out my inventory."

The price was about what Lin Ye had estimated.

Without hesitation, he directly took out his psionic phone, his fingertips operating swiftly to transfer 80,000. First, he took that palm-sized propagation card shimmering with light gray psionic light.

The card felt slightly cool to the touch, and a faint breath of propagation lingered at his fingertips. It was precisely the optimal matching style for canine vassals.

Immediately after, he transferred another 20,000, obtaining ten tons of Rot Wolf corpses.

The corpses had long been processed, and the miasma concentration was preserved extremely well. A faint fierce miasma aura still remained in the skin and flesh, which was just right to feed to the Shagu Devouring Hounds in the divine kingdom, and could also nourish the Miasma Wasteland.

In ten minutes total, over 100,300 credit points were spent directly until only 327 were left.

A true return to square one overnight.

Lin Ye directly stored the Rot Wolves in the divine kingdom, walked out the door, and looked at his psionic phone balance, his mouth twitching.

He was truly poor, but he wasn't flustered at all.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of pitch-black miasma quietly emerged at his fingertips, twisting gently.

Inside the divine kingdom, that boundless Miasma Wasteland was quietly undergoing changes at this moment.

Deep within the black, cracked earth, fine black crystals were slowly condensing, breaking through the soil bit by bit—those were miasma crystals.

They were a source of pollution that others avoided like the plague, but they were his cash cow for the future.

"Just wait." Lin Ye murmured in a low voice, a flash of cold, sharp light crossing the depths of his eyes, "It won't be long before this little bit of money is nothing."

Carrying a basket, he turned around and quickly left the black market, his figure soon disappearing deep into the alleyway.

Meanwhile, in the top-tier wealthy district of Cangnan City, the Ye family villa.

Under the luxurious crystal chandelier, expensive broken crystal cups and precious tea sets were scattered across the priceless Persian rug.

Ye Feng's expression was so gloomy water could drip from it, his chest heaving violently, while monstrous rage and jealousy surged in the depths of his eyes.

The moment he thought of the scene at the classroom entrance where Xiao Qingwu took the initiative to walk towards Lin Ye and even spoke to him in a low voice, he trembled all over with anger, his nails sinking deeply into his palms, completely unaware of the blood seeping out.

On what grounds?

Xiao Qingwu was a high-and-mighty SS-grade genius, an iceberg goddess whom even he, a direct descendant of the Ye family, disregarded, yet she took the initiative to look for an F--grade trash god?

A good-for-nothing whose parents died in the abyss, who came from the bottom background and had nothing—by what right could he gain Xiao Qingwu's attention?

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, and hatred grew wildly.

"Trash! You're all trash!" Ye Feng let out an angry roar, kicking over the leather sofa nearby with one kick, his eyes full of vicious malice. "Lin Ye, you F--grade trash god, do you even deserve to compete with me? Do you even deserve to make Xiao Qingwu spare you a second look?"

He absolutely wouldn't allow it. He absolutely wouldn't allow Lin Ye, this trash, to ride on top of his head, nor would he allow Xiao Qingwu to have even half a fraction of attention toward Lin Ye!

At this moment, the butler cautiously walked into the living room, keeping his head low and not daring to breathe loudly.

Ye Feng abruptly turned his head, his crimson gaze locking tightly onto the butler, his tone icy and piercing: "Go to the black market and buy me something."

"Young master, what do you want?" The butler quickly bowed.

"Divine kingdom forced link card." Ye Feng said word by word, his voice carrying fierce and ruthless killing intent.

The butler's face turned instantly pale, and he abruptly raised his head, dissuading him in panic: "Young master! No way! That is contraband strictly prohibited by the Federation! Once used to forcibly invade someone else's divine kingdom, the light punishment is heavy imprisonment, and the heavy punishment is direct execution by firing squad! Furthermore… furthermore, that kind of card is extremely rare. Even if it's on the black market, it's very hard to get. The risk is too big!"

The divine kingdom was a demigod's foundation and the sustenance of their soul. A forced link and invasion would, at best, destroy the divine kingdom and reduce the other party to a complete cripple, and at worst, directly shatter the other party's soul, causing them to drop dead on the spot.

This was the most vicious and ruthless method in the Source Realm, and also a felony strictly forbidden by the law.

"Risk?" Ye Feng sneered, his gaze gloomy and terrifying, "I don't care what risk, and I don't care about any laws! I want that card! I want Lin Ye, that trash, to completely turn from a trash god into a cripple! I want to destroy his divine kingdom and destroy everything about him!"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles making cracking sounds, his tone unquestionable: "Go right now! At all costs, no matter how much money is spent, no matter what connections are found, you must get the card into hand tonight! If something happens, my Ye family will hold it up!"

Looking at Ye Feng's crazy gaze, the butler knew that he had been blinded by jealousy and hatred, and further persuasion would be useless. He could only grit his teeth and bow in response: "Yes, young master, I'll go handle it right now."

Having spoken, the butler didn't dare to stay long, turned around and quickly withdrew from the living room, rushing to the black market overnight and mobilizing all his connections to search for that taboo divine kingdom link card.

In the living room, Ye Feng stood alone on the messy carpet, gazing at the heavy night outside the window, the corners of his mouth curving into a distorted and cruel smile.

Lin Ye, aren't you quite good at putting on a front?

Aren't you daring to challenge me?

Just wait.

Very soon, you will know what kind of end awaits those who offend me, Ye Feng.

Your Miasma Wasteland, those trash vassals of yours, and that ridiculous confidence of yours...

I will personally crush them all to pieces!

Meanwhile, Lin Ye had already returned to his own crude commercial apartment.