Chapter 73: Spirit Stone

After Carl left, Li Mochen inspected his territory once more. He opened the weapons room to the left of the changing room and found that in this space of about fifteen square meters, three sets of armor and seventeen weapons, including knives, spears, swords, and halberds, were densely displayed on weapon racks. Among them, there were as many as seven single-handed swords, all top-tier products, with a total value of at least 1.6 million gold shields.

Unfortunately, there were no magic guns here, and none of the weapons were sharpened. However, the best among them, a single-handed longsword named 'Holy Thunder Judgment,' even in its unsharpened state, far surpassed the single-handed sword that Elisa had provided him in the Dark World.

As for the armor, it went without saying. From light to heavy, all were the latest products of the Nathan Sports Group, with astonishing protective capabilities.

Afterward, there were the gym, the forge, and the equipment in the magic practice room—all the latest models and quite comprehensive. In particular, the dust-free and sterile environment in the forge and the retractable glass skylight in the meditation room delighted him.

Finally, Li Mochen stood on the balcony, overlooking the scenery below. From the 39th floor where he was, he could take in a large area including Linden Academy within his view.

Looking at this landscape, so different from the immortal mountains of the Original Dome Realm, Li Mochen sighed with emotion while also noticing that his primordial spirit was undergoing another transformation.

Similar to the situation when he signed the property inheritance entrustment agreement, he and the remnant soul of the original owner were further blending seamlessly.

"Was it because the crisis of the Rising Sun Company had shown a glimmer of hope? Or because he had escaped his previous predicament and had a bright future ahead?"

Li Mochen pondered, analyzing the reasons, and guessed it was a combination of both.

The Rising Sun Company was the life's work of Li Chunchu, so its status in the original owner's heart was naturally extraordinary; and the original Li Mochen's craving and obsession for wealth, status, and even power were unexpectedly strong.

Therefore, at this stage, going all out to expand the Rising Sun Company and enhance his social status as much as possible was probably the best method of soul fusion.

Afterward, Li Mochen put away his thoughts and came to his meditation room. This was a room of less than twenty square meters converted from a balcony, but the decoration company hired by the Nathan Group had integrated a series of magical arrays, including an intermediate magic-gathering array and an intermediate star-gazing array, into this meditation room. The glass roof could also be opened, allowing Li Mochen to be directly exposed to sunlight and starlight, enabling him to achieve the best cultivation results in this meditation room.

At this moment, Li Mochen took out the four black stones again. He glanced at them and, without hesitation, crushed them.

Then, with each breath Li Mochen took, the crushed powder of these stones turned into specks of spiritual light, seeping into his body.

At that moment, in his sea of consciousness, the two originally somewhat illusory Yuan Chen spirits, as well as the constellation in his dantian, became solid and firm.

In the sky, streams of starlight, as solid as substance, were attracted by him, falling from the glass dome above and gathering around him.

If someone looked at him from dozens of meters away, they would see not only a faint white glow surrounding Li Mochen but also rings of light appearing behind his head, like a deity from Indian mythology.

...

Early in the morning, in a castle-like building north of Atlanta, Jennifer Wiltonstein, wearing pajamas, hurried out of her room and looked at her butler with astonishment.

"Oliver, what did you say? Andre moved out at one in the morning to the Unicorn Apartment. If I remember correctly, that's the one near Linden Academy, right?"

"And it's two entire floors, probably over eight hundred square meters."

Oliver was not surprised to see the stiffness on Jennifer's face: "Also worth mentioning, he drove there in a Lotus 350 sports car."

Jennifer found it unbelievable: "Then where did my brother get so much money? Did he divert funds from the Rising Sun Company?"

"In fact, he hasn't completed the procedures to inherit the company yet."

Oliver replied solemnly: "The Razor Mercenary Corps did provide some clues. In the afternoon, they followed Andre to the Nathan Gate. There, he was personally received by Dwight Payton's right-hand man, Earl Holden, and later escorted out by him until he reached the apartment."

"Something like that happened? Why wasn't I told earlier?"

Jennifer was even more puzzled: "What did he go to the Nathan Gate for? What does my brother have that makes Dwight Payton value him so much?"

Oliver said helplessly: "I don't know, but I've prepared to commission the Razor Mercenary Corps to follow up on the investigation—"

"No, terminate the contract with them directly. I think the Razor Mercenary Corps must have missed something during the mission or concealed something from me. So both their ability and integrity are no longer reliable."

Jennifer shook her head: "Call Dwight Payton directly! Call his mobile phone."

"Now?"

Oliver hesitated: "It's only eight in the morning?"

But he soon yielded under Jennifer's gaze. However, the landline he dialed only gave a busy signal.

Jennifer frowned slightly: "Find the Dream City Fighting Club and have them transfer the call. Today is a match day. I think at this time, he must be in some private room there, preparing to watch the nine o'clock match."

This time, it didn't take long for the call to connect, and Dwight Payton's voice soon came through the receiver.

"Jennifer of Wiltonstein, is it? I heard you were looking for me?"

"Yes, Mr. Payton. I have a question that needs your answer. I hope you don't mind."

Jennifer's tone carried a hint of respect. Although the Wiltonstein family had always been a top-tier prestigious family in Atlanta, on par with the Vanderrick family, in terms of personal power and status, Dwight Payton undoubtedly far surpassed her.

"I want to know, are you planning to intervene in the internal affairs of our Wiltonstein family?"

"Why would you ask that? Hmm~ Is it about your brother Andre?"

Dwight Payton let out a light laugh: "If that's the case, then you've clearly misunderstood something. Our company signed a sponsorship agreement with Amo yesterday. He is now our sponsored athlete."

"Sponsorship agreement?"

Jennifer's eyes narrowed: "I want to know, what kind of sponsorship agreement requires you to provide an eight-hundred-square-meter apartment and a Lotus 350 sports car?"

"Of course, it's the top tier!"

Dwight Payton said calmly: "Jennifer, it seems you don't understand Amo's value. He is indeed worth our company's full investment."

"In fact, I really can't understand!" Jennifer's tone began to harden: "Mr. Payton, whatever ideas you have about my brother, please give them up for now, okay? He is very important to me. Your approach will cost you the friendship of the Wilton family."

Dwight's voice from the phone clearly carried disdain: "Little girl, you don't represent the Wiltonstein family. That's it. I'm currently visiting a friend here, so it's not convenient to talk. Let's talk another time. Goodbye!"

When the phone emitted a busy tone again, Jennifer angrily flung her hand, smashing the landline to pieces.

Her chest heaved up and down. It wasn't until a full three minutes later that she calmed down slightly: "Oliver, arrange a meeting with Antonio of the Blood Hand Gang for me soon."

"Antonio? The one who's been eyeing the Rising Sun Company recently?"

Oliver looked surprised. He instinctively wanted to advise against it, but when he saw Jennifer's fiery pupils, he wisely swallowed the words that had come to his lips: "Understood. I'll find someone to contact him right away."