Hong Yuan sounded a bit unconvinced as she retorted, You think I can't find someone to do the work? Money makes the world go round. With so many materials sponsored by Su Yuehe, I could just take a little out to use as a labor fee, and there would be people lining up to forge iron for me.
Yin Chen chuckled, a sound filled with obvious confidence. Those who can process Deep Sea Dark Gold are either grandmasters possessing special flames or extreme-cold attribute espers using the cold extraction method for reshaping. I advise you to think twice. My ice magic is currently the only method that perfectly matches the reforging of Deep Sea Dark Gold.
A long silence fell over the communicator.
Chen Guan sat in his chair, reaching out to stroke the fur of the cheetah beside him.
The cheetah let out a comfortable purr, lying down obediently, while he watched the bullet comments drifting across his retinas.
[This kid Yin Chen is so scheming, clearly trying to get something for nothing.]
[Hong Yuan is going to be manipulated. This is a mage crushing a warrior's IQ. Without a mage's support, a warrior can't even put on their gear.]
[But he's not wrong. Deep Sea Dark Gold really isn't something ordinary furnaces can burn. Hong Yuan really can't do without his help. Su Yuehe's sponsorship directly benefited two people. She's definitely an angel investor.]
Chen Guan raised an eyebrow. Oh, the bullet comments are here. What a rare guest.
He had originally wanted to hang up the phone and stop listening to these two bickering, but now it seemed things weren't that simple.
After a long while, Hong Yuan's unwilling voice finally came through: Fine, I'll give you five pounds of Deep Sea Dark Gold, plus two sets of titanium alloy, but you have to handle all the reforging work for my axe. If you mess it up, I'll use your bones to fill it in.
Deal. I'll show you what true art is. Having achieved his goal, Yin Chen agreed very readily.
The call then hung up, and the bullet comments disappeared. It seemed he had been piggybacking on Yin Chen and Hong Yuan's screen time.
He just didn't know what had happened.
Chen Guan had no intention of going over there. His popularity points probably wouldn't increase much just relying on daily plotlines, so he couldn't be bothered to make the trip.
He still had a lot of things to prepare. Once this period passed, Huaqing's second semester would start, a perfectly seamless transition, leaving him no time to travel far to explore the ruins of the Black Wind Civilization.
He could only take it one step at a time and figure out how to make time when the moment came.
He opened the lid of the coffin, feeling the subtle changes in his main body.
That trace of homologous power from the Withered Source Stone gave his main body a fulfilling sensation like a long drought finally encountering sweet rain.
This made him even more certain that his next direction was not wrong.
The Black Wind Ruins—he absolutely had to go.
The next afternoon, the sunlight was just right, spilling over the open space outside the girls' dormitory building.
A heavy transport truck was parked by the road, and logistics personnel were unloading heavy metal boxes one by one.
Hong Yuan stood to the side, her eyes shining like two electrified light bulbs. Holding an inventory list in her hand, she drew a conspicuous checkmark on the paper for every item matched.
The Profound Tortoise was strapped to her chest in a specially made net bag, much like a baby carrier, its mung-bean-sized eyes filled with despair toward this world.
An Changqing and Su Yuehe stood not far away.
Su Yuehe had changed into casual clothes today. Her complexion was much better than yesterday, but the stubbornness in her eyes hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Yuehe, although mobilizing these supplies isn't too difficult, are you sure you have confidence in what's happening three days from now?
Watching those expensive metals being hugged by Hong Yuan like treasures, An Changqing couldn't help but try to dissuade her.
The amount of information in those ancient demonic texts is too massive. You already suffered severe internal injuries yesterday. Knowledge is important, but harming your foundation for it is truly not worth the loss.
Su Yuehe turned to look at An Changqing.
Changqing, it's not like you don't know the characteristics of Spirit Speech.
Su Yuehe's tone was very peaceful: The things we can learn in the academy are all foundations that our predecessors have already summarized and inducted. Those foundations have already reached their limit for me.
If there are no new unknown characters to fill the gap, my esper ability will stagnate. This is my only chance to quickly cross the threshold.
An Changqing frowned deeply. As her childhood friend, he understood too well the stubbornness beneath Su Yuehe's calm exterior.
But that exceeds your current tolerance limit. You can wait until your realm is higher to come into contact with it. There's no need to rush, An Changqing continued to persuade.
But I don't want to wait, Su Yuehe answered very simply, her gaze falling back onto the Profound Tortoise.
What she didn't tell An Changqing was that she couldn't afford to wait anymore either.
Chen Guan happened to walk over from a distance at this time.
The massive black panther still followed closely by his side, attracting the gazes of many passing students.
Now everyone knew that this seemingly docile panther was a genuine Tier 5 demonic beast.
Long Ao popped out from some unknown corner, a grass stem dangling from his mouth, cosplaying as a graduate of the Ruthless Dao. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled a circle around those metal boxes.
You guys sure know how to do business.
Long Ao gave Hong Yuan a thumbs up: Just to take a look at that turtle, this is so extravagant that I almost thought you were conducting some illegal transaction.
Hong Yuan hugged a heavy, pitch-black piece of Deep Sea Dark Gold. In a great mood, she didn't mind Long Ao's teasing at all.
This is called mutual exchange. Hong Yuan patted the edge of the box and laughed wildly: With these, once that guy Yin Chen helps me reforge my axe, I'll be able to slice the heads off those Tier 4 demonic beasts like watermelons in the next combat assessment.
Beside Yin Chen, the husky still followed at his feet, glancing at Hong Yuan.
Hmm, thinking about it this way, this silver-haired kid wasn't bad. At least he was steady, didn't act stupid, and wasn't embarrassing.
It seems my share of the materials has arrived. Yin Chen's gaze fell on the two boxes that had been set aside separately.
Hong Yuan pointed at the two boxes.
The stuff is right here. Take it away quickly and start the furnace tomorrow. Don't dawdle. I'm waiting to test the feel of my new axe at the training ground, Hong Yuan urged.
Yin Chen waved his hand, and two pale blue wind swirls appeared out of thin air, steadily lifting the two heavy metal boxes.
Meticulous work requires ample preparation time. Rude urging will only degrade the quality of the finished product. The birth of an artwork always requires patience.
Su Yuehe ignored the undercurrents surging between Hong Yuan and Yin Chen. She walked up to Hong Yuan, her gaze confirming the supplies once more.
The items have all been counted. Su Yuehe looked at Hong Yuan: At this exact time three days from now, I will go to your dorm to find you.
Hong Yuan stuffed the inventory list into her pocket and boldly patted the Profound Tortoise on her chest.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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?!
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!
