"Didn't lie to you, right?" Ye Chuan propped his chin on his hand, still looking lazy. It was only a +1 enhancement. If this guy ever tasted what +12 or above was like, he probably wouldn't be able to forget it.
"Can it be improved further?" The disciple immediately took out another hundred spirit stones, intending to continue enhancing his weapon.
Ye Chuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "The second enhancement costs one thousand spirit stones."
"One thousand?!"
"Yes, one thousand," Ye Chuan said. "The higher the level, the greater the improvement it brings, of course... the price also becomes more expensive."
"This..." The disciple showed a troubled expression. The sword in his hand wasn't even worth a thousand spirit stones.
Seeing the man's troubled look, Ye Chuan deliberately let out a light sigh.
"Fine. Since you're my first customer, I'll give you one for free."
"Really?!"
Hearing that Ye Chuan was willing to waive the cost of a thousand spirit stones, the disciple was stunned for a moment before an expression of wild joy spread across his face.
"Yes." Ye Chuan took the other's sword and tossed it back into the furnace.
After a bout of shaking, the sword was sent out again, the glow on it now noticeably brighter.
"It really did get stronger!" Gripping the sword in his hand, the disciple said excitedly.
All his initial doubts had long since vanished, and in his eyes, Ye Chuan had become a hidden master.
"Tell you what," Ye Chuan said. "Find me a few suitable customers, and I'm willing to give you another free enhancement."
"Is that true?!"
"Yes. The higher their status, the better. Not poor devils like you." After saying this, Ye Chuan waved his hand. "Take care."
Although stung a little by being called a poor devil, the thought that Ye Chuan was willing to further enhance his weapon still made the disciple excited as he stepped out of the shop.
After watching the man leave the store, Ye Chuan took out his phone, his gaze falling on the mission interface.
[Side Mission: Forging Master
Enhance 50 pieces of equipment, magical treasures, magical instruments...
Reward: +12 Enhancement Scroll, Enhancement Potion]
[Item: +12 Enhancement Scroll
Unconditionally raises one piece of equipment to +12 Enhancement Level]
[Item: Enhancement Potion
After consumption, increases enhancement success probability by 2% for the next 30 minutes.]
"Didn't expect there'd be missions to do. Not bad." Ye Chuan continued sitting on his sofa, but he felt something was missing.
It would be nice to have a girl massage his shoulders and make him some tea.
Doing business, just sitting around dryly seems rather boring.
Just as Ye Chuan was thinking this, noisy sounds came from the entrance. He looked up and saw a man with a face full of brutish flesh walking in.
After entering, the man's gaze fell on Ye Chuan. Seeing it was just a youth, he suddenly sneered.
"May I ask which one is the so-called 'Number One Forging Master Under Heaven'? What a boastful claim!"
"Me," Ye Chuan replied calmly.
"What sect are you from?" Seeing only Ye Chuan in the shop, the man asked.
"No sect, no clan," Ye Chuan looked at the man and simply asked, "What do you want?"
"Since you have no sect or clan, do you know that in the territory of Xuanjing City, doing business requires checking in with our Azure Dragon Gang?" the man said. "Do you understand the rules?"
Ye Chuan hadn't expected people collecting protection money even in a fantasy continent. He twitched the corner of his mouth as if finding it amusing. "And if I don't check in?"
Hearing this, the man grinned. "Then don't blame us for being ruthless. This swindler's shop of yours might accidentally get smashed, and even the City Lord won't be able to help you."
"I see," Ye Chuan acknowledged with an 'hmm'.
The man was about to say something more, but the next second he felt his body could no longer maintain its posture, and he thudded to the floor.
"Wha... what..." The man instinctively looked at his body and found his arms and legs had been severed!
A look of horror appeared on his face.
He was a Foundation Establishment realm expert!
"One leg left. Hop out. Don't dirty my shop. And take that 'Green Worm Gang' or whatever with you. Get lost." Ye Chuan took a sip of hot tea, speaking calmly.
"You... you you... aren't you afraid of our Azure Dragon Gang..."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan merely lifted his gaze. The man on the floor instantly exploded into a mist of blood, vanishing into the air.
"Was going to let you hop out on one leg to show those small fries," Ye Chuan sighed. "Wasted my time."
But he really did need a shop assistant. Otherwise, there was no one to clean.
Thinking this, Ye Chuan instantly teleported to the Treasure Pavilion.
At that moment, Mu Qianqian was still inside the Treasure Pavilion. Seeing Ye Chuan suddenly appear beside her, she was startled for a moment before asking,
"Immortal Ye Chuan, your spatial technique... is truly miraculous."
Witnessing Ye Chuan's soundless and traceless appearance, Mu Qianqian composed her expression and asked,
"If that shop deal didn't work out, I can help you pick another one."
"No need. I already saved that old fogey's daughter. He gave me the shop."
Mu Qianqian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ye Chuan's efficiency to be so high.
"I came here for a few things," Ye Chuan said.
"Please, go ahead."
"My new shop is opening and I'm short on staff. Where can I get some people?"
"This... that's easy." Hearing such a simple request, Mu Qianqian said, "The Treasure Pavilion has many people. You can pick a few to take with you."
"People from the Treasure Pavilion... that works." Ye Chuan didn't seem to mind, but he seemed to notice something, his gaze falling on an object to the side.
It appeared to be a cage, covered by a red cloth, but Ye Chuan could sense the aura of a living being inside.
"What's that?"
"Immortal, inside is a medicine slave," Mu Qianqian said with a smile. Seeing Ye Chuan seemed interested, she reached out and pulled away the red cloth.
The moment the cloth was removed, Ye Chuan noticed a figure sitting quietly inside.
A little girl with pink fox ears. She was filthy all over, her clothes tattered, and her neck, wrists, and ankles were restrained by dark iron chains limiting her movement.
"A demon tribesperson?" Ye Chuan was surprised.
"This is a medicine slave from the Mystic Fox Tribe," Mu Qianqian explained. "Captured from a valley near the central region. Because the demon tribes' innate physiques are stronger than ordinary humans, they are the best for testing medicines."
As the two were talking, the fox tribe little girl also lifted her lifeless eyes. Her gaze fell on Mu Qianqian, then shifted to glance at Ye Chuan, before she silently went back to sitting there without a word.
Her body was covered in scabbed wounds, clearly from beatings and abuse.
"..." Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze.
"I'll take her."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
