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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
