Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

For the next few days, Lin Yi stayed in the Samsara Paradise to slack off.

He hasn't been to the arena even once, not because he didn't want to, but because in his current state, going there would just be giving away points.

The connection between the soul and body is still recovering, and the body's reaction speed is nearly 20% slower than usual. Fighting someone in this state is just asking for trouble.

He tried it once, casually swinging his sword a few times in his personal training room. His arm's movement was a fraction of a second slower than his brain's command, and the sword tip deviated from the intended trajectory by half an inch. Such an error would be fatal in actual combat.

So Lin Yi stayed put, and his main activities every day were eating, sleeping, taking walks on the staff street, and going to Xia's restaurant for meals.

Bubuwang was living a very comfortable life. Lin Yi was idle, and it was idle too. Every day, it would follow Lin Yi around the workers' street, wagging its tail like a small fan.

Benny would occasionally come over to check on things and drag Lin Yi along to the shopping street to haggle over prices.

Since Lin Yi had nothing better to do, he accompanied Miss Benny to the market to buy a lot of useful items to prevent her from losing money on this investment again.

Lin Yi quickly sold the equipment and items he obtained from the Strongest Tournament through ancient channels.

Those things are in high demand even in the void, let alone in the Paradise of Reincarnation.

There's no need to list the Holy Spirit-level weapons; several buyers came knocking on the very day the news was released.

Lin Yi's price was half a percent lower than the market price, which was neither too much nor too little. It was just right so that buyers would feel they had gotten a good deal without suspecting that there was anything wrong with the product.

The channels on the other side are very stable, and the transaction between the two parties was completed very smoothly.

Lin Yi was too lazy to ask who the buyer was, nor did he care where the equipment went.

For him, these things that he doesn't need are just inventory, and inventory is dead money. Only when they become soul crystals and soul coins can they become living money.

After receiving the money, Lin Yi began to purchase large quantities of materials that could enhance divine professions.

Divine Stones, Divine Essence Fragments, and Divine Kingdom Fragments are not uncommon in the void, but they are not cheap.

Ordinary contractors would never consider buying these things because they have no use for them; divine professions are rare in the entire Reincarnation Paradise.

Lin Yi is different. He has a divine kingdom waiting to be recognized as its master. These resources can be integrated into the divine kingdom to improve its level and functions, indirectly enhancing his and Kivotos's combat power.

The shop owner on Workers' Street, who specializes in selling items related to deities, stared wide-eyed at the quantity Lin Yi had ordered.

He had been doing business on this street for over a decade and had never seen anyone buy so many divine materials at once.

He tentatively asked if he was buying things for a major company, but Lin Yi didn't answer. He simply paid, put the items into his storage space, and turned to leave.

The boss watched his retreating figure, shook his head, and checked the numbers on the order again to make sure he hadn't misread them.

These past two days, Lin Yi has finally had some free time.

He went to all the places he hadn't contacted in a long time, saying he was trying to reconnect, but really he was just visiting people's homes.

Lina's plant shop is still in the same old location, at the end of the alley on Workers' Street, with that faded wooden sign hanging at the entrance.

When Lin Yi pushed the door open, the copper bell on the door jingled. Lina was squatting in the corner watering a pot of glowing mushrooms. Without even looking up, she said, "Wait a minute."

Lin Yi stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the shop.

The layout has changed. Previously, Bai Xi's alchemy shop was on the left, separated by a wall. Now, that wall has been demolished, and the two spaces have been connected, creating a larger shop.

The area on the left still resembled an alchemy shop, with bottles and jars on the shelves and unfinished tools on the workbench, covered in a thin layer of dust. Lina didn't touch any of those things, not even the beakers on Bai Xi's workbench.

When Lina finished watering the plants and stood up to turn around, she saw that it was Lin Yi.

Her eyes lit up, and then she quickly walked over, looking Lin Yi up and down several times.

The last time the two met, Lin Yi was still a newbie at level three, walking awkwardly on the staff street.

Now, in the blink of an eye, Lin Yi has become a sixth-tier elite. Time really flies.

Lina spoke in a calm tone, but Lin Yi could see the emotion in her eyes, like an old man looking at a child who was just learning to walk and is now running.

Lin Yi followed up by asking Lina, "What level are you at now?" Lina didn't answer directly, but just smiled and said, "Anyway, it's a bit higher than you think."

Lin Yi stared at her for a few seconds, his senses sweeping over her body.

Lina's rank was at least fourth rank or higher, a judgment that surprised him somewhat.

Most of the workers doing business on Workers' Street are at the first or second level; those who can climb to the third level are extremely rare.

There are very few employees at level four or above in the entire employee street, because at this level, many people would choose to try their luck in the mission world rather than settle down and run a business.

But Lin Yi's attention was quickly drawn to something else: Lina's aura was very unstable.

That feeling of instability wasn't from being injured, but rather from something being missing from the core.

He tried casting a healing spell, and white light fell on Lina, but her condition did not improve at all.

He tried again, but the result was the same.

Lina looked at Lin Yi, chuckled, and said, "Don't bother."

Lin Yi asked her what the problem was, but Lina didn't explain, only saying that the time wasn't right yet.

Hearing this, Lin Yi did not ask any further questions.

Those who have spent a long time in the cycle of reincarnation know one principle: don't pry into things that others don't want to talk about.

It's not because it's impolite, but because everyone has their own secrets, and some secrets can't be told.

Lin Yi changed the subject and asked her about Bai Xi's alchemy shop.

Lina said she bought the alchemy shop but hadn't renovated it yet, just waiting for Bai Xi to come back.

Lin Yi asked, "What if Bai Xi doesn't come back?" Lina glanced at him and said, "Then we'll just keep waiting."

When Lin Yi came out of Lina's shop, he stood at the door for a few seconds.

He glanced back at the faded wooden sign, then turned and walked away.

Next, Lin Yi went to the territories of Mingmen and Shenhuang, and had a good get-together with these guys.

There's not much to say about the God Emperor. Although they haven't met much during this time, they've maintained frequent daily interactions, and their relationship has remained very good.

When Lin Yi arrived, the Divine Emperor himself was not there; he said he had gone out on a mission, and the team leader was Mad Fox.

Everyone had a casual meal and chatted about the recent mission progress; the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Lin Yi didn't stay long; he finished his meal, drank two cups of tea, and then left.

Mingmen is different.

As soon as Lin Yi stepped through the gate of Mingmen's stronghold, he heard a deafening roar of battle cries.

He followed the sound, walked through a corridor, turned a corner, and saw the huge arena in the center of the camp.

The arena was built by Mingmen itself and functions similarly to an arena, but it is only for use by members of Mingmen.

Outsiders do not have the authority to activate the protective barrier of the arena, so Lin Yi, as an unofficial member, can only stand outside the fence and watch.

A faint golden light swirled around the edge of the arena, a sign that the protective barrier was in operation, ensuring that even the most intense battles inside would not affect the outside.

Yan Chen is fighting the clown again.

The nickname "Clown" wasn't given lightly; his fighting style was exactly like that of a circus clown—flashy, exaggerated, and full of deception. He wore a brightly colored bodysuit, his face was covered in thick white paint, and two exaggerated red lines were drawn at the corners of his mouth, making him look like a doll that had stepped out of a horror movie.

His movements were bizarre and unpredictable, his body twisting as if it had no bones, and each attack came from an unexpected angle.

But Yan Chen was even crazier than him.

Yan Chen's fighting style is the complete opposite of the Joker's; he doesn't use any fancy techniques, it's just pure head-on confrontation.

His spear tore open gaps in the clown's unpredictable attacks. As Lin Yi walked to the fence, he saw Yan Chen's spear tip pierce through the clown's waist.

The clown's body was cut in two at the waist, his upper body fell backward, while his lower body remained standing, his knees bent slightly, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A dozen or so people stood around the fence surrounding the arena. Black Blood leaned against the railing, while Yan Chen's sister squatted outside the fence, gripping the edge with both hands, her eyes wide open, looking like she wanted to go up into the arena and kill her brother Yan Chen and the clown together.

Several Mingmen members whose names Lin Yi didn't know were nearby were shouting and cheering loudly.

The clown didn't die immediately after being cut in two. His upper body writhed on the ground a few times, then he stretched out his hands to support himself on the ground and dragged his body backward a distance.

Yan Chen jumped off the stage, covered in blood. His dark clothes were stained dark red, and a few drops of blood splattered on his face, running down his cheeks.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, leaving it covered in blood, making him look even more terrifying than the corpses on the ring.

He walked to the fence, took a towel from the clown's sister, wiped himself a few times, then threw the towel back, gestured towards the ring, and said let him recover on his own.

When Yan Chen turned around, he saw Lin Yi, quickly walked over and hugged Lin Yi tightly, patting Lin Yi's back several times with his still blood-stained hand.

Lin Yi coughed twice after being patted, and then pushed him away.

Yan Chen didn't mind, chuckled a few times, and then grabbed Lin Yi's arm and walked out of the camp.

He said he was about to advance to the fifth rank and wanted to see how powerful a sixth-rank contractor really was, so he asked Lin Yi to accompany him to the arena for a sparring match.

Lin Yi looked at him and said that he was currently in a weak state, but had recovered quite a bit and his weapon had been sent for repair. If Yan Chen wanted to spar, it wouldn't be out of the question.

Yan Chen said it was no problem. He wasn't going to fight Lin Yi to the death; he just wanted to find out where the threshold of the sixth rank was.

Lin Yi thought for a moment and nodded.

Upon hearing that their leader was going to spar with the doctor, the entire Mingmen sect rushed to the arena.

Some people rushed to grab a spot, some shouted as they walked, "Go and call the others over to watch!", and some were already planning to open a betting pool.

Black Blood followed behind the crowd, walking slowly and muttering about what was so interesting, his steps never faltering.

The arena's spectator area was packed with Mingmen members.

The clown had changed into clean clothes at some point, and his face paint had been repainted. He was squatting on a chair with his arms wrapped around his knees, and his face, covered in paint, wore an expression that made people uncomfortable.

Yan Chen's younger sister sat in the front row, her hands cupping her face, her eyes fixed on the center of the arena.

When Lin Yi entered the arena, he stretched his wrists and ankles.

My physical condition is much better than a few days ago. The connection between my soul and body has recovered to about 70-80%. Although I haven't fully returned to my peak condition, I should be able to exert about 80% of my strength without much trouble.

Yan Chen stood opposite him, about thirty meters away.

He wasn't smiling as usual; his expression became very serious.

He knew that Lin Yi was now at the sixth level, and even in a weakened state, he was not someone he could underestimate.

He took a deep breath, and the energy within his body began to surge. Flames erupted from his palms, condensing in the air into a nearly three-meter-long fire spear.

The gun body is bright orange, with dark red patterns flowing across its surface, and the temperature at the tip is so high that the surrounding air is distorted.

Immediately afterward, the ground shook, and a ball of flame exploded beneath Yan Chen's feet. After the flames subsided, a gigantic Flame Tiger appeared beside him.

The Flame Tiger stands nearly two meters tall at the shoulder and is over four meters long. Its entire body is enveloped in orange-red flames, its mane billowing as it burns, and its eyes are two dazzling golden orbs.

Yan Chen flipped himself onto the tiger, riding on its back, with his flaming spear held horizontally in front of him.

The spectator area erupted in a commotion the moment Yan Chen summoned the Flaming Tiger.

Blackblood leaned against the wall at the back of the spectator area and said, "Everyone, be quiet."

In the center of the arena, Yan Chen moved.

The Flaming Tiger stomped its four hooves on the ground and charged towards Lin Yi like a burning cannonball.

Its speed is astonishing; a distance of thirty meters is reduced to less than ten meters in less than a second.

The Flaming Tiger's running trajectory was not a straight line, but a slight arc, cutting in from Lin Yi's left.

Yan Chen rode on the tiger's back, leaning slightly forward. The tip of his Flame Spear was pointed at Lin Yi's chest, and the flames on the spear were stretched into a thin line of fire as he moved at high speed.

Lin Yi stood still.

The Fiery Tiger charged to within three meters of Lin Yi, and Yan Chen thrust out his Flaming Spear.

The gun tip, carrying intense heat and kinetic energy, tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Yan Chen used all his strength in this shot, leaving no room for error.

Because he knew that, when facing a sixth-tier contractor, leaving room for maneuver would be the greatest disrespect to himself.

Lin Yi's movement was extremely simple: he slightly turned his body to the left, just enough for the tip of the Flame Spear to glide past his right shoulder.

The heat from the gun tip scorched a loose thread on his collar, but that was all.

As he turned his body, he raised his left hand, fingers spread, and precisely gripped the shaft of the Flame Spear.

The abyssal power in his palm sizzled the moment it came into contact with the hot gun barrel. Yan Chen felt an irresistible force coming from the gun barrel. He clenched his right hand, trying to pull the Flame Spear back from Lin Yi's hand, but the gun barrel did not budge.

Lin Yi's body continued to rotate from the deflected state. His right hand clenched into a fist. This punch had no fancy techniques; it was just a basic straight punch, with speed and power controlled within a relatively mild range.

Even so, the trajectory of the fist was still too fast for Yan Chen to see.

Yan Chen landed on the back of the Flaming Tiger, using the momentum to leap backward in an attempt to dodge the attack.

But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun Lin Yi's punch.

A golden light appeared at the end of Lin Yi's fist, which was also Yan Chen's chest.

According to the judgment of the Paradise of Reincarnation, if Lin Yi's punch really lands, Yan Chen's life value will drop to zero in that instant.

The arena's protective system made its judgment the moment Lin Yi threw his punch. It projected a golden light onto Yan Chen's chest, indicating that the attack was effective, the defense was ineffective, and the target was dead.

The spectator area was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

Yan Chen's expression was somewhat complicated. His lips twitched a few times, and finally he sighed. The Flaming Tiger behind him turned into a ball of sparks and dissipated into the air.

I never imagined that after so long, the gap between us would be this big.

He can't even last two moves against Lin Yi now, and that's only when Lin Yi is weakened and his weapon is out of his hands.

The people from Mingmen were chattering away in the audience.

Yan Chen was annoyed by their noise and waved them away. (End of Chapter)