What will happen when a boy who has no idea about his heritage becomes the most powerful person on the planet. When Archie becomes the king and gets to understand the "Price of wearing the crown".....

When dozens of people covered the iron chains, the added weight caused the amplitude of the oscillation of the iron chains to become much smaller. Everyone then cast their gazes on the blue-robed young man on the cliff. 
The atmosphere stagnated. The players, one after another, stood up cautiously on the iron chains. 
They knew that that particular stage was incredibly important if they wanted to snatch the brocade box!
Only around ten minutes were left before the storyline quest ended. 
Whoever was able to take hold of the brocade box at the last moment would obtain the treasures inside it. Then, that person would have hope of soaring high in the game and showing their splendour!
The people all held their breaths. 
Whoosh Whoosh!
The aura that symbolized someone being in Blessed Realm rose around them under the vicious mountain gusts. All sorts of body fortification techniques made them even more sensitive to every single flow of qi in the area. 
As for Happy, who stood at the cliff, the mountain wind made his robes flutter. His expression did not change. He merely stared at the people before him from above while giving off the feeling that he could hold all of them back by himself!
On the surface, the people on the iron chains were clearly at an absolute disadvantage. The slightest mistake could cause them to plunge down to the abyss and die. However, the world of martial artists was unlike the world of magic. The players did not have any area attacks. Happy felt some degree of pressure when he faced dozens of players with eyes burning with lust as they drew near the cliff. 
"Together!"
"Charge!"
"ARGH!"
Someone gave an order on the Iron Chain Bridge, and the players at the front row moved at the same time. They jumped high into the air from different directions and landed on the cliff like arrows shot from a bow. 
Twenty or so players jumped forward in an endless stream with a shocking momentum. They instantly drew close to Happy, who stood on the cliff. All of them understood one thing: If so many people attacked at the same time, it would be very easy for Happy to get distracted. It would just depend on who would be unlucky enough to get targeted by him.
*****
Like a phantom, Netherworld appeared again on the cliff before the Iron Chain Bridge. He cast his eyes into the distance, and he was just in time to see dozens of people pounce on the cliff across from him in an endless stream. He could not help the cold sneer that appeared on his lips. 
"Let's see how you'll handle this."
The players were lured over after Netherworld released the news that there was a brocade box on Punishment Mount. 
After seeing just how strong Happy was, Netherworld immediately thought of using other people to whittle down Happy's strength and to create a chance for himself to fly across the Iron Chain Bridge. Then, when the reinforcements from Class One Hall arrived, he would not need to be worried that there would be someone who would block them from the brocade box at the end of the bridge. 
Just when Netherworld wanted to jump down on the Iron Chain Bridge…
Boom!
He sensed a wave of qi surge into the air!
A sharp, fierce, aggressive, and dark blue saber glare suddenly appeared on the cliff across from him, and it shone in a proud manner on the mountain!
From the angle at which Netherworld saw it, its might could shake the skies and earth. The twenty or so figures that were airborne froze in the air before being blown away like leaves by a violent gust of wind!
The twenty or so figures were thrown off the cliff…
Their screams were incredibly shrill, even as they became weaker with each passing second. They stunned Netherworld so much that he retracted his foot.
In surprise and bewilderment, he stared at the cliff across from him, and not only did astonishment appear in his eyes, but terror and shock too. 
He had spent a lot of effort to create the chance for himself, so he had not expected that the person on the cliff would dissolve it so easily and in such a relaxed manner. 
If twenty or so people were sent into the abyss at once, then the others would not end up any better. 
Just as Netherworld expected, the players who had been slightly behind and did not jump chose to leave immediately. They used their hands and feet to crawl back, and their speed was much faster than when they were rushing to Punishment Mount. Soon, not a single person was left. 
Netherworld said nothing. There was conflict in his eyes. With a tap on the ground, he landed a few feet away, and with a few more jumps, he disappeared. 
*****
With one Flowering Knights Slash, Happy had sent all the people off the cliff before landing slowly in his original spot in a relaxed manner. He sat down with his usual expression as if he had done nothing. 
Flap, flap, flap!
A snow white messenger pigeon showed up in front of him. 
Slightly taken aback, Happy stretched out his arm and allowed the messenger pigeon to land on it. Then, he gently took the letter from the messenger pigeon's leg and opened it. 
[Three Lonely Wolves said you agreed to join Beautiful Robes Faction.]
The person who wrote the letter was Phoenix Dances in Beautiful Robes. 
She was asking Happy why he did not immediately accept her request to join Beautiful Robes Faction. 
Happy took out his pen and paper without hesitation and answered. [I have something to handle today and am a little busy. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.]
Once his messenger pigeon flew out, it quickly returned. 
[Alright! Also, do you have any extra high-tier martial art manuals? If you do, perform a trade with our internal members. We'll do the trade according to market price.] Phoenix Dances' words were simple and straightforward. 
And from what she wrote in the later half of her letter, Happy could tell that she had already come to understand that the true strength of a sect came from having many sect members who had mastered high-tier martial arts!
If she could say this, then it showed that she already had the awareness of being a faction master. She had chosen to accept that responsibility. 
'As expected of Phoenix Dances with Beautiful Robes.' Happy smiled and began to ponder over the matter. 
Speaking of high-tier martial arts, he did have a few manuals at hand. Aside from Demon Subduing Staff, Seven Stars Sword, and Swimming Dragon, he had also recently received Golden Bell Cocoon from Master Xuan Kong, which was the upgraded version of Iron Shirt. It was another body fortification technique. 
However, the requirements to practice Seven Stars Sword were rather high, and it was a technique that included a qi cultivation technique and a sword technique. The two complemented each other, so he wanted to keep it to practice it himself. 
Swimming Dragon was considered a high-tier lightness skill, and he was required to be in Mystical Realm to learn it. Golden Bell Cocoon would always be an expensive item, even in the later stages of the game, and even when people offered to a high price, there would be no stock. As of then, there might not be a lot of people who could learn the technique, and Happy himself intended to practice it. 
As he thought about it, he realized that he only had Demon Subduing Staff that was suited to be sold. 
And… Happy cast a glance at his Universe Bag, pondered for a while, then sent out another message. [I have one high-tier martial art manual, Demon Subduing Staff. Help me make some connections. As for the price… set it at ten thousand taels of silver crumbs. Also, I can give them a Silver-spiked Staff. It's a low-grade masterpiece that is worth twenty thousand taels of silver crumbs."
In truth, Happy remembered that Phoenix Dances would soon fall in love with using longspears, eyebrow-height staff, and other heavy weapons, up to the point she was nearly obsessed with them. 
She might be able to digest Demon Subduing Staff. 
Just as he expected, Phoenix Dances used a total of four minutes to reply to him this time. 
[Silver-spiked staff? Do you have its stats description and its picture?]
Happy was stunned for a moment before a bark of laughter escaped his lips. 
Later on, Silver-spiked Staff would become a very famous weapon that would be seen everywhere. Its stats and information would also be known to everyone. However, in his current life, the Silver-spiked Staff had yet to appear. The two he had snatched from the monks who had broken their Buddhist vows should be the first and the second that were seen by the players. 
It was no wonder then that Phoenix Dances would ask him that question!
Based on her tone though, she seemed somewhat interested in it. 
Happy immediately brought out a Silver-spiked Staff, shot a picture of it, attached it to his letter, and sent it to her via messenger pigeon. 
[Silver-spiked Staff: Level 8 Masterpiece (low grade). The weapon is magnificent and domineering! Attack increases by 180 points. Weapon defense increases by 240 points. Blocking rate increases by 60%. Requires AST: 48 and BMM: 40. Durability: 1,000 points!] 
Once Phoenix Dances received the picture and the stats for Silver-spiked Staff, she quickly replied that she would buy it and requested for a trade using RMB. Based on the latest conversion rate, that would mean that she would spend around 12,000 RMB. She explained that she had just reached Blessed Realm, and as of then , she still had not received a single high-tier martial art manual. 
As a faction master, it was hardly acceptable if she did not have a high-tier martial art.
Once Happy agreed to it, he sank into thought again. 
He suddenly remembered that as of then, high-tier martial art manuals were still very rare. 
He also seemed to remember that saber and sword techniques were the most popular in the early stages of the game. Even when the price was jacked up to two hundred taels of silver, there would be no stock on the market. Even though ultimate techniques were kept a secret by various large organizations and he could learn none of them, he still knew the origins of various high-tier martial arts. 
Why should he then not use the advantage of his return to the past to earn a profit through selling high-tier martial arts before his enemy appeared? He could also use that chance to increase the overall strength of Beautiful Robes Faction!


When he returned to the World of Martial Arts, the game was filled with blood and battles! Chen Kaixin had chased after the footsteps of the one emperor, two empresses, three princes, seven dukes, and thirteen aces for three years, but during the eve of the Sword Among Us tournament in Mount Hua, he was ambushed by evil bastards, and was killed so much that his level dropped to that of a newbie. He completely lost the chance to join the ranks of the powerful players in the game! In great disappointment, Kaixin quit the game and got drunk so that he could forget his sadness, but during that stormy night, Chen Kaixin found that he had actually dreamed for a total of three years, because when he woke up again, he woke up to three years ago, when he was still a student. 

In a luxurious room, a day after the world was enveloped in blinding light, about a dozen men in military uniforms were holding a meeting.

"Captain Stone, read the report of your men for us to hear" ordered a strong-looking man in his fifties.

One of the men stood up in attention while holding a folder in his hands. He opened the folder and read the words written on the report.

"We spotted dead humans rise up and they then started attacking us, so we didn't have a choice. Since our guns were not working anymore, we used our knives to kill them. And we also discovered that the undead's weak point was their heads. They won't die even if you slash their bodies several times, but a stab straight to the brain was enough kill them" he then looked at the strong looking man after reading the report, who motioned for him to sit down.

The other officers looked grave after hearing the report. 

"If only we had our weapons, these undeads would be of no threat at all!" said a middle aged man with two stars on his shoulder in anger. The others nodded in agreement.

"Continue leveling up our men! We need to be stronger if we want this country not to fall! Provide more defensive measures to where the senator is staying, he is the highest ranking official that was able to survive." ordered the strong looking man.

"Yes sir!"

Inside a cave, three men were eating while talking with each other.

"This Giant Boar sure tastes good" said Terrius while taking a big bite out of his boar meat. Karl nodded in acknowledgement and Roan just smiled in response.

"So after that blinding light, our world became like gaming world. We can level up by killing monsters and we can also get coins and sometimes items from them" said Karl as he search through necessary items in the Store.

[Weapons]

He clicked the weapons category and saw all sorts of cold weapons, and after searching through it, he did not find any weapons that involved the use of gunpowder or other futuristic weapons.

"After searching through the Store, I did not see anything related to technology. But there are food similar to ours that are sold in here"

[Hawaiian Pizza]
Price: 20 coins

[French Fries Classic]
Price: 3 coins

[Regular Size Cheese Burger]
Price: 5 coins

The other two searched for items in the Store as well. Roan searched for a new sword since his Steel Sword melted from his Fire Manipulation.

[Protector's Blade] (Silver)
ATK: +15
Price: 260 coins

[Shadow Warblade] (Gold)
ATK: +78
Price: 1480 coins

[Forsaken Steel Claymore] (Platinum)
ATK: +348
Price: 18 500 coins

[Sword of Lamentation] (Diamond)
ATK: 730
Price: 84 000 coins

Roan's eyes were shining after seeing many kinds of sword in the Store. He purchased the Shadow Warblade and also bought a good bow for Karl.

[Warpwood Longbow] (Gold)
ATK: 70
Price: 1360 coins

"Here, take this" Roan handed the bow to Karl, who accepted the bow with a huge smile on his face.

"Haha, thanks Roan. I know you will not forget me" he said cheekily.

"Tomorrow, we will kill more beasts to boost our levels and also to gather more coins. We must be well equipped and stronger in this kind of world since the Ubec of the past is no more" Roan said. His friends nodded gravely.

The next morning, they boosted their levels by killing dozens of beasts and stopped when it was already late in the afternoon.

"Let's head back to the cave for now" said Roan while sheathing his Shadow Warblade. His friends kept their weapons and followed after him.


[Roan] (Human)(Locked)
Level 14
EXP: 3685/5000
Balance: 8692 coins

VIT: 60
END: 54
STR: 69
INT: 51
STA: 67
SPD: 87

Free stat points: 0

He still added all ten of his free points on his speed.

He studied his friends' stats and smiled lightly at their progress.

[Terrius] (Human)
Level 10

VIT: 76
END: 76
STR: 65
INT: 15
STA: 19
SPD: 15
(Includes the stat provided by Warden's Guardian)

[Karl] (Human)
Level 8

VIT: 28
END: 27
STR: 34
INT: 48
STA: 48
SPD: 44

Skills:

[Eagle Eyes] (Diamond)
[Godly Accuracy] (Diamond)
[Wind Manipulation] (Diamond)

Skill descriptions:

[Eagle Eyes] (Diamond)
-ability to see things clearly within 500 meter radius

[Godly Accuracy] (Diamond)
+ 70% accuracy

[Wind Manipulation] (Diamond)
-ability to manipulate wind

"Karl, you didn't tell me you can control wind" said Roan in mocked anger.

"Well, I learned it just today after battling those beasts" he replied shyly.

Terrius just laughed and continued walking ahead of them while carrying the items that were dropped by the beasts they killed.

Inside the cave, 4 items were neatly placed on the ground.

[Fruit of Vitality] (Consumable)
-consume to recover lost vitality
-can only recover a maximum of 30 vitality in 1 hour

[Mystery Box] (???)
-open to receive a surprise

[Amethyst] (Jewel)
-can be sold to Shop for 10000 coins

[Iron Sword] (Bronze)
ATK: 5

"Let's sell the Iron Sword ans Amethyst on the shop first. As for the Fruit of Vitality, let's keep it for now" said Roan as he sold the two items on the shop. He then grabbed the mystery box and studied it for a few moments before opening it.

*Ding!
*Opening [Mystery Box]
*Received [Leomord's Earrings] (Diamond) !

[Leomord's Earrings] (Diamond)
+ 150 all stats

They were all shocked at item's stats.

"Take it Roan" Terrius and Karl both said at the same time. Their faces were full of seriousness and sincerity.

Roan smiled and wore the earrings. He then looked at his stats in excitement.


[Roan] (Human)(Locked)
Level 14
EXP: 3685/5000
Balance: 13712 coins

VIT: 210
END: 204
STR: 219
INT: 201
STA: 217
SPD: 237

Free stat points: 0

Roan looked even more devilishly handsome after wearing the earrings. Its black color and  cross shape made him look like a demon prince. One look from him could captivate women's hearts. Even the coldest of women will fall for him after taking a short glance of his handsome face.

Warning! Author here, this book has been dropped as I am focusing on my other book "The Black Market".

***

A blinding light enveloped the whole world causing disruptive effects on humanities' technological apparatus. The world was engulfed in darkness, and only the moon's light remained. Everything related to technology stopped working, making the humans panic and afraid. Unbeknownst to them, monsters also evolved to a terrifying degree and plants grew to become man-eaters at a very fast rate of time. In a single night, humanity has fallen and became the bottom of the food chain. 

Roan, a young man in his teens, who only makes a living by scavenging and selling metal scraps was about to change the world.

Read as how someone at the lowest rung of the society slowly became known as one of the strongest leader in an Apocalyptic world.

Just like that one afternoon, slowly walking through the streets, when he ran the car again, when he was walking again. Kiet he again returned to the small neighbor of a life full of thorns and turbulent past life, rapid changes, which no one could think of ten years later. 

But now looking back to see how dear the scenery is, the small house is located next to the grocery store, the iron door is made of iron grilles B40, and also carries a few corrugated iron sheets, painted in the color of the water. oxide primer. The house knows how many ups and downs of the rain and sunshine of Thieu Kiet's life, the paint has gone through many years of discoloration. The door lock chain was made from a second motorbike slug that was connected by an iron lock. On both sides of the door are two cement pillars, scanned with white lime made by uneven meshes. So the bottom of the lock had a blank space, where many times Lack Kiet came out to hide and hide from her mother when she was young. 

These images suddenly rushed back in the moment. Defeated against the bike, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a key to open the homemade chain with the other slug. Putting the car into the house, he took the water from the faucet right in the yard, the parking yard is also the place for two Lus with chinaware, not knowing when. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall of the house was almost 6 pm. 



Looking at the desk I have a small piece of paper, watching the words on the lacking of Kiet paper, my mother is like that, going to work at all times leaving a message like this. Temperament hasn't changed, no matter how big he is. Going back to work when I didn't see my mother, there was a note on the table that recorded the message for him. Reading what was on the paper, Kiet smiled. "Mother

cooked rice and then, still in the pot on the stove food. Mother working the night shift today, tomorrow mom, children at home studying, I remember locking the door off the lights before going to bed! 

" On the inscription on a piece of paper, in the heart of a Missing Masterpiece still raised that embitter. Looking around my home just like yesterday, those years, staying in the mind of Kiet, cannot fade away. Every happening is going to make people unable to imagine. 

Instead of hurrying the shirt to the desk, take out a notebook that has not used any pages. Kiet started writing, in previous lives stories like no, all births are on websites like truyencv.com. Although Thieu Kiet has read it a few times, he also once wished to be born to be born sometime. But not thinking about it is in a situation like this. Knowledge is there, knowing in advance what happens also, but how to do it. In the absence of the most important thing, it is "Money". In the previous life, he always had a sentence with his mother, his house often did not lack anything, only missing every money. 

Searching back in memory, things can make money, to change the future, make Kiet sit down in front of the desk. The white book is in front of you, the pen rotates around in your hand. Sighing hard, there was no thing, could make money quickly in this time period. Annoying annoying, it's current feelings of Missing 

Masterpieces. Toss on the desk pen, Major Jay left his desk, went out for a walk, for the mind relax. In order to think of certain facts, he missed. Walked

out of the house, Mrs. Nhung neighbor is also the grocery store next door, see Missing Masterpieces call. -

boy! After school, after school, I can't see anything. -

What does not she? Miss Kiet answered Mrs. Nhung. 

Often, Thieu Kiet often asked Mrs. Nhung to buy, buy household goods for sale, because often her son went out, rarely helped her. So Ms. Nhung often called him to buy help, each time like that for Thieu Kiet with little money. Although not much, but Miss Kiet is enough to spend a day. -

Ah! I wanted to ask my child to buy some goods for her, and the house ran out of stock without anyone. I'll go buy it for you according to this list! Said

Major Jay then put into the hands of a sheet of paper, write on it the list of the missing goods, and a roll of money is tied up. Taking the bike out and going to buy things according to Ba Nhung's list, Thieu Kiet is no stranger to wholesale price stores, according to the way people say it as a first-class agent, the shippers, or small and retail sellers. 

Most people in these shops, were familiar with Miss Kiet. He's waiting for the goods, from the staff here. Mr. Kiet, he did not pay much attention, the people around him. Suddenly the conversation of the two people next to them, fascinated Thieu Kiet. -

Really! So I let my son get married a little late! Just last July, the price of gold increased, so it cost me money to buy gold wedding. -

She is doing so well where to get! Marry whoever is a little girl! I also don't know when it will always turn up. Missing

Masterpieces this time, new smiling, having fun with her two grandmothers. -

She fell much gold today? I watch to save money to buy with! Not until tomorrow will you die when you get married again! 

Knowing that he was kidding, because several times he saw this kid go to buy goods to sell like himself, they also thought that the Thieu Kiet house was well-off. -

The devil! Lo school! What my wife and I don't know, it's time for you to marry! I don't know when. Said,

two people laughed, smiled Missing Masterpieces follow. Take the shopping bag from the staff hand to me, then climb on the bicycle to go back. On the
way, he also looked at some jewelry stores, gold prices see table to the front. 

Through the conversation of two people, Thieu Kiet knows that the price of gold will increase, not only increase, but it will also create a fever next year. If you want to speculate on gold, then the problem is "Money". Lacking Kiệt is also frustrated, just seeing the road before his eyes, it is closed by a large door. Sighing

first task this time is to make money, but with him now is what are the immediate difficulties, just with money, he can do many things, to develop later. About
putting shopping bags for Mrs. Nhung, he felt annoyed very uncomfortable, but he can not tell anyone, in self-talk. 

"There is little to know in the future, when there is no money in the bag, want to change as well." 

Then hear the voice in the ear. -

Jay, Jay! Do you have anything? 

Seeing Mrs. Nhung look at her, he also knew that he was dismayed for a moment. -

Hey residual bit loose, the bird that user. 

Nhung said, Suddenly remembering something, then screaming like catching something important, making Nhung startled. -

Box of Secrets! -

He Devils la something? Missing

Masterpieces ran away, leaving her sitting there looking after themselves Nhung said. -

What this guy, what are we today? Runs

into the house, Missing Masterpieces right to the closet, pulled hard up, as if to disassemble the drawer. He remembers in his previous life, the time to go shopping like this, for Mrs. Nhung. He was all sneaking, put in a wooden box, in the closet. 

Because once, there was something, my mother worried that he gave it to my mother, and didn't care how much money there was. However, he knew, there was not much money in that wooden box. Because after giving the box to his mother, the whole month after that, he can do it every day, his mother makes the dishes he likes. Actually,

since his middle primary school, has put money in the box, the time like on a lot more, the other party wardrobe, he was no longer to map often face, but only Keep old ones rarely used. Oh well, the wooden box looks like that. But taking up more than half of the cupboard, above just to get some clothes. Not to mention, when he was in middle school, every afternoon he ran to sell paper, lottery results also brought money to go there. 

Looking at all the items removed, the wooden box was also pulled out of the drawer. Although it is simple, it is not locked. But look at it now, like a promising future, changing a life. Just like that, Kiet took all his calm and took the box to bed. Sat

open wooden box, look like simple, but very important moment. Kiet is worried, is the money in it, enough for him to change the future. The sentence seemed to be playing around in his head. Whether

this time was, faced with something that could change the destiny of a human being, from the penultimate layer of society, progress to new heights. It was like a Pandora box, of a Greek myth. 

Slowly open the box, the thing that Miss Kiet did not expect, the change of 5 thousand, 10 thousand, 20 thousand billboards poured out. It was repressed, so it came out of the box, fell on the mattress bed, a very big corner, but also Kiet did not expect it. In his previous life completely, without knowing it, I saved such a large amount of money. When he gave his mother the box. He only said that he was, I have saved some money. In the cupboard there is a wooden household, I need it to take it, then ride it out. But now, looking at a pile of money, lots of denominations on the bed, he himself found something wrong. 

He began to reorganize the notes one by one, in denominations. So time passed, it was more than two hours. Sitting and counting each sheet of money, low denomination and then high, all the money, also made Kiet startled. Nearly 15 million dong, exactly 14,892,000 (write it for the actual number: D). 

Breathing sighed, though the number was not large, it was not more than a month's salary in the previous life, but he went to work but now. This amount is not small either. Missing

Masterpieces exclamation, say out loud. 

-Right! Old grandparents had verses and great achievements. Unexpectedly, every day a little, but it amounted to such amount. 

Just like that, Miss Kiet struggled to bring money and put it into his bag every day. He lay down on the bed, thinking about the upcoming solutions. to change the future, with the money he has.

Hoang Thieu Kiet at the age of 16, he left the school chair due to the scuffle with his classmates. At the age of 18, the family faced the risk of his mother leaving together where he grew up for 18 years. Since then he has done everything, workers and accessories, serving every job he has one step ahead of him but fatefully teased him not to be like him. The workers are jealous of the harms by the supervisors. For the time being, one time the construction contractor escaped to bring along all the employees' wages, and as a restaurant attendant he also stepped up to the management level and was fired by the restaurant owner because he hit a who has the power to bully an intern. Not surrendering to his fate back to the job he was best at by learning the source code, repairing the computer for everything as well, he had trouble with a hard drive brought to recovery. When recovering the hard drive he knows the amount of hard drive get digital currency is the astronomical figure he was pursued by the true owner of the other hard drive. Before he died, he did not commit his heart, an ancient resentment of air pouring through the rain, a resentment of the sky and he took his last breath. because resentment is too heavy

In addition to the auction full of special items Jin Lingxin also said that Zhang Yi who had sold several special pills in an auction several years ago would be back in this auction, this time Jin Lingxin said exactly what would be auctioned and what the possible effects of the pill.
Everyone was excited to see that it was a unique and perfect-grade pill, as to whether the effects were really so amazing or not everyone knew how alchemy worked and that these things could never be measured exactly, at least they believed it was far superior to those pills available on the current market.
This time no one could complain to the Golden River company if they didn't bring enough spiritual stones to buy these pills or the special items that were on auction, just as Jin Lingxin said everyone was worried about the continent's future and wouldn't save resources to get stronger.
The Rose sect also learned about this and the sect master naturally knew that this pill should be the special item that Zhang Yi told her to be auctioned off, the sect master was more surprised that Zhang Yi was the alchemist master mysterious that was sought after all many years ago.
She couldn't understand how someone so amazing wasn't helping the Iron sect get much stronger over the past several years, of course, she wouldn't meddle on that because she knew Zhang Yi had already helped the Iron sect more than anyone else another elder in history just in recent months.
Jia Wuying naturally trusted that Zhang Yi was not lying to her and so she prepared as many spiritual stones as she could remove from the sect for this auction, even though the price was several times higher she could buy.
She understood that Zhang Yi just didn't sell directly to her sect because she didn't want the Rose sect to get that strong, after all even if the two sects had to look the same in the future the Iron sect was now much weaker and needed an advantage like this pill.
But some pills like this could help a Rose sect genius get a lot stronger in a year of cultivation, some geniuses with sufficient resources would be much stronger than other normal disciples with the same resources.
If Jia Wuying knew that the Iron sect had tens of thousands of this pill she would be much more than surprised, when the Iron sect elders heard which auctioned sect pill they already knew that the mysterious master was Zhang Yi and would soon understand how many spiritual stones High-ranking Zhang Yi simply gave to the sect for free.
The elders were also sorry that Zhang Yi had not been in the sect for all these years refining some pills, because if he did so the sect would be much stronger and could even resist the attack of the three great sects.
After a month of preparation, the auction day had finally arrived and some Golden River messengers came to Zhang Yi's hotel to warn him about the auction, Zhang Yi left his mental energy world because this time he would participate in the auction.
All hotels in various cities near the auction site were crowded with auction guests until representatives of the Ice sect appeared for this auction, only members of the Iron sect did not appear because they already had this pill.
Everyone thought that the Iron sect had not appeared because it was hiding to recover from the attack of several major sects, of course, the other sects and organizations respected the Iron sect for surviving the attack of three sects.
At the auction site was filled with the most influential people on the continent, each major group could take a maximum of 10 people into the building where the auction was located, in addition to the important groups only people above the realm of the spiritual sea could enter.
Even with all the restrictions the 10,000 auction seats were occupied and many were left out, in the VIP group-prepared seats Zhang Yi was sitting alone in one of the staterooms and the other staterooms near him were occupied by people from the Golden River company, Ice sect, and Rose sect.
Zhang Yi greeted the Rose cult master, but he refused to stay in the same cabin as the Rose cult, after all, he didn't want to talk about selling more pills to the Rose cult, Jia Wuying was smart and naturally realized that.
No one complained about Zhang Yi being in the box alone, because everyone was smart and knew he had a reason for it, and really had, after all, Zhang Yi could be representing the Iron sect who always had a reserved box and as the alchemist master who was the center of attention.
Everyone was very anxious about this auction and only a few who had already prepared enough spiritual stones were calmer, the company master and Jin Lingxin were sitting in the cabin of the Golden River company allowed the auction to begin.
"Welcome to everyone who came to this last-minute special auction, everyone should be excited and looking forward to all the items the company has set aside for today's auction and especially for today's special pills."
"I hope you all brought enough spiritual stones to today's auction because it will definitely be worth whatever you spend."
The auction started with some less valuable items that were all first-rate treasures anyway, some that knew they wouldn't have enough for the treasures later and the pills fought for these initial auction items.
This surprised even the company's master and Jin Lingxin, they didn't expect even the worst items to be sold at such a high price, they all came to know who would buy the pills and wanted to buy something for the trip they made.
"Finally we come to the item everyone was expecting, it's the perfect grade refined core reinforcement pill, it's a 10-pill lot and we may have more of those lots in this auction, but watch out and don't let it buy later because you might end up without any pills."
"This batch of 10 perfect-grade core reinforcement pills that is unique on this continent will start with a value of 2,000 high-end spiritual stones, they can start offering."
Everyone was very eager to buy this lot of pills, some wanted to give up on the next lots of pills, but with the auctioneer's warning, they understood that they could actually end up not buying any pills.
In a short time, the price went up and soon it reached 15,000 high-end spiritual stones which were more than the maximum value Zhang Yi could get in the past auction.


Follow the story of how Zhang Yi who was forced to leave his family and go to a war that only awaited his death, but his destiny changed and his masters appeared to give him a second chance that he had a divine body, divine talent for mental energy, divine talent for body refinement, follow in the footsteps of the man who went from a carp to a dragon and will dominate the world.

Wen Zilong was hiding in the box, secretly thinking about how to escape.

But now all four claws are tied with thin iron wire, and both wings have been broken off.

It seems that the only trick is to pretend to be dead.

So, Wen Zilong lay flat in the box, motionless.

Within a moment, the grunt rang.

This sleep went to midnight.

When he woke up, Wen Zilong was also speechless to himself.

If you pretend to be dead, why pretend to be sleeping?

It seems that he is still not professional enough.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be dead.

It takes patience to pretend to be dead.

Patience is the most important thing for a lazy man like Wen Zilong.

I waited until the next morning, two poles came, opened another blood bag, and poured all the blood into the bowl.

Although Wen Zilong smelled the tempting blood, he was motionless.

Two poles stood beside him, and looked at Wen Zilong motionlessly.

In this way, one person and one bat, for more than ten minutes, none of them moved.

Wen Zilong began to scold his mother: Mom, Laozi is an actor, are you also an actor?

In this case, the enemy will not move, I will not move.

If the enemy moves, he loses.

Under such an idea, Wen Zilong never moved half a point.

Time passed by minute and second.

After another half an hour, Zhao Si came to the box and looked at the vampire bat motionless.

"Why? Dead?"

Two poles shook his head: "Although it didn't move, the chest slightly fluctuated every thirty or more seconds, indicating that it was breathing."

Zhao Si glanced with interest and said:

"Pretend to die?"

"Ok."

Two poles nodded.

"Sure enough, this bat is intellectual. Such a bat must be worth a lot of money."

Zhao Sidao.

The second pole nodded again, not speaking.

Wenzi suddenly deflated.

Mom, it turns out that this guy has been motionless for so long, even counting himself to breathe.

Your acting skills are still not enough.

Now that it has been seen, install a woolen yarn.

Wen Zilong simply turned his head and sipped his blood in the bowl.

Zhao Si ordered a cigar and was even more surprised: "Not only has intelligence, but also understands the human language."

Wen Zilong didn't pay any attention to it. After drinking a bowl whispering, he tapped the edge of the bowl with his head and shouted, "Small pole, give me a refill."

Zhao Si saw that the bat would knock on the edge of the bowl after drinking, and squeaked to make Tian Man.

He couldn't help laughing.

Because of too much laughter, a cigarette smoked into the trachea and suddenly coughed violently.

Erji patted his back.

Zhao Sidao: "Very good, photograph all the performance of this little thing. When the customer comes, we should talk to him about the price."

Two shots nodded, then picked up the phone next to it and took a picture.

Wen Zilong thought about it secretly.

Since it is impossible to pretend to die, it can only be ruthless.

Time lapse.

According to what was said on the phone, the foreigner was coming soon.

If it was taken away by him, then he would be a chicken or a chest, it would be really hard to say.

In this case, it can only be ruthless.

In order to shoot Wen Zilong's every move, Erzi kept the box uncovered.

Wen Zilong also constantly made various actions to let him shoot.

When Zhao Si saw these pictures taken by the two poles, he was so happy that he nodded his head and kept nodding: "With these pictures, you can definitely sell a big price."

Dingdong——

The sound of the doorbell rang.

Zhao Si brushed a smile across his mouth and said, "The customer is here."

Erji nodded and immediately left the living room and walked to the door.

A joy in Wen Zilong's heart: now!

His back legs pulled hard.

Hiss--

Click--

With two soft sounds, his two hind legs were torn off one after another.

"I'm careless--"

The pain in his heart-breaking lungs caused him to sweat cold and stare at Venus.

With his character, he had this pain and it was impossible to go on.

But this is the moment of life and death. If you don't fight, you will lose your life.

"Man ... should be cruel to yourself ..."

With a word in his heart, he gritted his teeth and pressed hard again.

Click-click-

His two front paws were also torn off by him.

"I'm careless--"

Tears came out of his pain.

The broken limb was reborn, and this broken limb really hurts his mother.

Wen Zilong estimates that women may have this kind of pain when they have children.

At this time, the door has been opened.

The voice of a child who was afraid of being beaten by his parents came: "Mr. Zhao, why keep him in a cage?"

Zhao Si smiled and replied: "Mr. Pete, aren't we afraid that the vampire bat has run away?"

Wen Zilong heard this and knew that he could never be delayed again.

He looked down at his wings.

Although the two front paws have been torn off by themselves, the tip is broken.

The wings are not affected much.

In addition, in order to let himself **** blood, the two rods had already let go of the wire on his mouth.

At this time, you can completely flap your wings and leave.

But will you leave easily?

If a person like Lao Tzu must pay attention to the intestines, will he leave easily?

At this time, the living room door had been closed and the foreigner had come in.

Wen Zilong stretched his head from the side of the box.

I saw it was a foreigner with a big beard, and he was very tall. As for his appearance, Wen Zilong was too lazy to observe it anyway.

The foreigner approached the living room and asked, "Where is the plum bottle? And the vampire bat."

Zhao Si laughed and said, "Mei Ping is already ready, right here."

He pointed to a wooden box beside the sofa.

Then, he pointed to the box where Wen Zilong was located: "Vampire bat ..."

After only speaking these four words, the voice came to an abrupt halt.

Because he saw that the vampire bat that had been tied to the bottom of the box was lying on the edge of the box.

An ugly **** red head was exposed.

A pair of blood-red eyes stared at him fiercely.

Seeing this scene, the foreigner knew that something was bad, and quickly turned and ran towards the door. One hand pressed the door handle.

Seeing this scene with the second pole, his face also changed.

He hurried to get the iron plate on the side shoe cabinet-it was with this iron plate yesterday that he shot the vampire bat.

Wen Zilong sneered in his heart: still want to slap Lao Tzu? Think too much.

Then the wings vibrated violently, and the vocal cords in the throat vibrated as if they had been single for decades.

A mouth, a shock wave visible in the throat spread out.

"Kneeling down and singing chickens for Lao Tzu you are too beautiful--"

Under the ultrasonic attack, Zhao Si, the foreigner, and the second pole all felt dizzy, nausea and vomiting, and their limbs were weak.

Wen Zilong regenerates a small mosquito, but has a dragon dream.

By swallowing other creatures, they continue to evolve and gain the ability of these creatures.

Gecko genes can be extracted to regenerate limbs; Viper genes can be extracted to obtain venom capability; bat genes can be extracted to obtain ultrasonic attack; dinosaur egg genes can be obtained to obtain the power of Tyrannosaurus rex; dragon genes can be extracted to grow into a master-level dragon.

The whole world will be dominated by me!

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In a flash, Pippen jumped up from the ground.
It was like power within burst out of his body, and his whole frame had extended a few sizes. Some of his joints were ruptured from the brutal action in that instant, but his speed was incredibly fast.
As if a huge iron ball brushed past his body and flew away, Ye Qingxuan's eyes saw a flash, then everything turned pitch black.
Dazed, he felt himself knocked into the wall.
In the moonlight, Pippen leaped into the air, held on tight to the black box, then turned and threw it into the darkness.
Soon after, the furious wolf pack jumped up from the ground and tore him into pieces. With numerous bone fragments, chunks of flesh and blood flying around, the black box flipped and stumbled, and finally stopped at someone's feet at the end of the street.
A large silver wolf followed very closely, like a shadow of the box. The guy looked at the silver wolf's grim face and smiled. He bent over, and pressed down on the black box.
Crash!
In a blink of an eye, the black box set off a deafening sound.
With a violent sound, an invisible power like a hammer crushed the wolf's head into the green stones of the ground. Blood flew onto the box like mercury, and whitened a corner of the stone.
The black box started to slowly crack until it completely turned into powder. The exquisite clarinet fell into the hands of the man, no longer trembling after the burst as if it had finally been returned to where it belonged.
"What a pity, Wolf Flute." The guy took off his hat, and revealed his white pupils. "A nice trap, but it did not work on me, and killed an innocent man in the process. Are you regretting it now?"
He seemed very old, his face wrinkled, nothing like the thirty-something-year-old man Wolf Flute had described. But those white eyes moved with a coldness, more chilly than the wolf pack. If beasts gave a man fear, then this ruthlessness and cruelty could freeze a man's soul.
"Sorry, no." With the wolves growling and circling around came the voice of Wolf Flute, "He already died when you controlled him with the 'worm'."
From Pippen's broken skull, a leech-like black organism crawled out from his ear. It had originally lived as a parasite in Pippen's brain. It crawled out and swam quickly through the pool of blood, leaving a trail of blood behind it. It came to the feet of the Rain Artist, and finally wrapped around his wrist, hardening into a strange bracelet.
The Rain Artist looked down gently, admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist. He sighed softly, "You see, I paid a great price for this reward. It had helped me through many difficult times, including this one."
As he was talking, he looked around at the scenery with a surprised and admiring expression on his face. "It is hard to imagine. I have chased you a long way here, and 'it' is hidden in this ridiculously small town."
"I won't let you have it," a dark voice spoke as if from all directions.
"I dare not carry with me something as terrible as this. My order was only to destroy it." The Rain Artist suddenly laughed. "Similarly, I can..." he paused, the clarinet in his hand suddenly rising up with a chilling bang, "...destroy you!"
The explosion sounded like a dying whistle. When the whistling spread, numerous boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze suddenly started dancing furiously, the sound of the wave became blurry. A huge amount of aether awoke from the whistling sound. It came together from all directions, swallowing every drop of the vapor.
The air suddenly became extremely dry. Every breath came with a burning sensation. Then a pale fog spread from beneath the Rain Artist into the air like a suffocating mist.
The fog immersed the entire street, everything was blurry.
Then, water drops appeared from out of thin air, colliding like a rainstorm in the fog, as fast as arrows. Along their way they took away any warmth in the air, leaving behind a layer of frost.
Suddenly, where the fog had enveloped, heavy rain began to pour.
Silver wolves roared into the mist, but they had lost his trail and could no longer find the man.
Musicians of the School of Modifications were best at manipulating the nature of objects, swaying storms and frost, making flames and iron walls. Among all musicians, they were the best suited for the battlefield because of their great destructive power!
With the clarinet singing, he quickly finishing playing a measure, summoning a suffocating fog storm heavy enough to freeze any ordinary man.
"Huh, went back to hide in his shell," Wolf Flute spat. His pupils turned vertical like an animal, staring at the fog and the rain.
...Krommer Variation Opus 74, also known as "Demon of Rain".
But this was not the most dangerous, not even close.
So he needed to be very alert.
-
In the fog, the clarinet suddenly sounded.
The sound, like countless people sobbing in the rain, spread quickly. It was like iron bees beating their wings, like ghosts calling out, wandering in the fog.
Inside the fog, a sudden harsh whistle came through the endless tornado, effortlessly punching a big hole in the silver wolf's neck.
The silver wolf's head was broken, hanging on its neck. It rolled on the ground in the rain, but then it was completely cut by something behind it.
Eventually, that silver wolf dissipated leaving small, deep holes in the ground.
In those holes, there were many long and thin iron pieces.
These iron pieces embedded into the earth, still with burning lights. But once out of the fog, the heat disappeared, as if the fog took it away, back to where it came from.
This was one of the reasons why the Demon of Rain was known as the music of massacre. Through many different combinations of notes, it could produce Exploding Iron, which contained a force of destruction so powerful, that it was nearly undefeatable.
The fog was alive. It was a living thing. It constantly absorbed light and heat from its surroundings, which was why the temperature had become so cold. Then the fog would explode as a "medium" along with the Iron.
No matter how heavy the armor, or how sturdy the walls, the impact of the fog could not be stopped.
If someone was hit, they would probably be ripped in half. With only a loud noise, the upper half of the body would have to say goodbye to the lower half. Or perhaps the whole body would become mincemeat.
This was the most dangerous aspect of the Rain Artist because killing was his talent.
The music continued, and the rain became denser. Shards of very thin iron shot in all directions. The iron easily cut through the wolves' necks and the claws, killing them instantly.
But with Wolf Flute's even more depressing notes, more wolves had appeared from all over the earth.
It seemed like it would never end. The summoning from Wolf Flute continued to bring more wolves from the void--almost a whole pack of wolves had shown up.
Those wolves, almost as tall as humans, were no ordinary creatures. They were born from the aether, with no weakness, no blood, no fatigue, and with no fear.
With the flute Nai playing, they expanded again, showing a strange ice blue. The bodies became mistier as if they would melt into the fog.
"Do not hide, Mr. Wolf Flute!" in the rain fog the Rain Artist suddenly growled. With a flashing light, the wall was split, the stones collapsed, dirt flew everywhere. In the dust, the shadow of Wolf Flute was finally revealed.
A piece of the iron cut through the wall and barely missed his throat, leaving him with a striking bloodstain.
"Wheelchair?" The Rain Artist took a big step forward. "When did this happen?"
Iron whistled past. Like a strong crossbow with bursting arrows, the iron converged into a tornado and charged ahead.
Wolf Flute's body suddenly tilted. The two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground. It made a full circle then backed away. The iron rain went right past him and left a honeycomb-like hole on the wall, causing the shingles from the structure to fly away.
"Wow, you don't say," Wolf Flute cocked his eyebrow and patted the armrest of the wheelchair. "This thing is easy to use, and it is good for my laziness. It's super convenient! I'm falling in love with it."
"Keep your playful words and go to hell with them." The Rain Artist lifted his withered face, in his dark eyes, his white pupils started to shrink. "No more nonsense!"
He lifted his clarinet to his lips, playing a sharp tune. The white fog suddenly trembled, boiling over, and the color turned scarlet, like blood.
Blood red?!
"Breath of Boiling Blood?" Wolf Flute opened his mouth like an animal and ground his teeth, "Music that requires blood as sacrifice really fits the style of your evil cult."
A sharp and mournful performance suddenly turned to a higher pitch, with red fog swirling, countless rain drops colliding, and the sound of friction like a roar of thunder. With this thunder, suddenly there were six burning flashes.
It was a very thin and sharp iron piece. They had the speed of arrows in the rain, swung with a trill, like an evil spirit screaming.
This was the Exploding Iron that should have only been single shots. Mixed in with the rain, they could launch as one with a shape of a fan, and no one would be able to escape it in this narrow space.
But now there were six of them! Even Wolf Flute, who had seemed nonchalant, felt pins and needles in his scalp. The Breath of Boiling Blood, this evil technique, sometimes did make one… f*cking jealous!
How come there were no such techniques for the musicians of religious disciples? Even if they were not allowed to use other people's blood, they could at least use their own!
Wolf's eyes were envious.
Six shots each time. The Rain Artist must have paid a hefty price for this. Unfortunately, whether he was insane, or was just trying to show a great respect for his enemy by displaying such elaborate combat, it would be extremely tough to fight back.
After all, when he was sneak-attacked from over one hundred feet away, Wolf Flute had been heavily wounded by only one piece of the iron!
And now, he was in a wheelchair with nowhere to escape. The humming in the air had given him chills. That was the sound of the hot iron ready to explode.
Under such pressure, he started playing his flute, his scalp still numb.
In an instant, the sound of the flute was crushed by the sharp noise of the wind and the sand blowing. Iron pieces flew out from the rain and the fog. The red hot iron was suddenly released, and the terror of the kinetic energy and heat destroyed their body in a moment. It had turned to iron sand--more dangerous than ever.
The iron sand burned through the fog, firing forward, and pulling the bloody fog along with it.
After what seemed like only a few seconds, hundreds of hot spikes flew out of the bloody fog into the slate and the walls, instantly turning them into pieces.
The remaining heat was spreading, setting off a pale water vapor.
In the water vapor, you could hear the scream of the silver wolves.
"I really am a genius! Hahahaha!!"
With six silver wolves pulling the wheelchair with all their strength, it broke out of the fog like a sleigh on the snow.
Wolf Flute, with blood covering half of his body, cackled. He sat firmly in the wheelchair that was about to completely break down. No one ever thought this psycho would be able to turn his wheelchair into a sleigh at the very last minute, allowing him to escape from the six fan-shaped iron fires.
In the speedy wheelchair, Wolf Flute sighed. He removed a pendant-shaped bottle hung around his neck. He removed the cork with his fingers and swallowed the whole bottle of liquid.
As soon as the ice blue liquid went inside him, he trembled. His skin turned pale. Blue and purple blood vessels expanded under his skin, intertwined with each other.
The blood was pulsing with a rhythm. As if it were a beast was digesting the blood then releasing the burning flame. Wolf Flute's eyed flashed vaguely for a moment--there seemed to be electricity firing through his eyes, too bright to look straight into.
"Damn, this was a huge loss," Wolf Flute whispered. He took a deep breath as husky as the sound of the iron piece and started playing the flute.
This time, there was a kind of power in the music, like an illusion entering reality, eroding through this fake world. It was an extremely cold night but now, it felt maddeningly hot.
Wind from the desert fell from the sky, destroying the cold rain.
The humidity and poison in the air had been swept away by the wind. The sound of the flute spread like a sandstorm, giving the illusion of being under the burning sunlight.
The sound of the stone's friction overpowered the cry from the 'Demon of Rain.'
A huge alpha wolf suddenly appeared beneath the moonlight. It was blurrier than his followers, but was also more strongly built. Like a reflection in water, it would soon disappear.
It really disappeared.
The Rain Artist paled and quickly retreated, but the alpha appeared again, right behind him.
The Rain Artist's body trembled slightly. He looked down and saw a huge gap on his waist. It was a wound made by the alpha in what seemed like an instant.
Under the moonlight, the alpha spat out the blood and organs and slowly looked back at him. Its translucent body seemed misty in the fog.
"The Underworld messenger?" the Rain Artist murmured dazedly, the mournful scream cutting off.
The alpha returned and disappeared. When he re-appeared, its claws held a new piece of flesh and half a rib. It looked down arrogantly as if looking at its prey. The Rain Artist was defenseless!
With the next reemergence of the alpha wolf, the flesh tore again.
The Rain Artist grasped his exposed organs and knelt on the ground.
The war was over now.


Music and aether, an omnipresent element, is the source of all power. Musicians used music scores and alchemy to control the aether and defeated the natural catastrophe Leviathan, saving the world. But more catastrophes are awakening…
However, Ye Qingxuan has a different reason to become a musician—he just wants to find his father and know why his family was exiled.

"Oh? So you are an expert in botany! Pardon my disrespectfulness!"
Old Qian look surprised and waved his hands. "Since both of us are professionals in botany, I will not be explaining further. We only sell two types of spiritual plants. One is the Vermillion Jade Rice and the other is the Emerald Grass. Which type do you want? How about the Vermillion Jade Rice? However, you cannot buy that in bulk as the stock is limited…."
In fact, the majority would choose the Vermillion Jade Rice when they came here to purchase the spiritual plants.
After all, even if the rice stalk was not fully grown, it could still be eaten directly to boost one's elemental energy.
Such trickery when doing business was how the Four Seas Court earn money.
However, Fang Yuan wasn't interested in the Vermillion Jade Rice as he had sufficient supply of it back at his place.
"What effect does the Emerald Grass have?"
He immediately asked.
"Hmm? You don't want the Vermillion Jade Rice?"
Old Qian was surprised and answered, "Both the Emerald Grass and the Vermillion Jade Rice are spiritual plants of the lowest grade. However, many herbivorous spiritual beasts enjoy eating these plants and would, in turn, improve the quality of the soil…"
In fact, many who came here to purchase often traded for the Vermillion Jade Rice in large scales. In fact, Old Qian would be able to earn quite an amount, even though the customers already knew the source of the products.
"Then I shall have some of the Emerald Grass!"
Even though he wasn't totally satisfied, Fang Yuan was not prepared to give up on the Emerald Grass.
He began to imagine the Flower Fox Ferret eating the Emerald Grass in his mind and started to laugh at himself.
"What? You want the Emerald Grass and not the spiritual rice?"
Qian Fusheng was surprised but did not reveal it. "Every Emerald Grass seed is worth 1 gold tael. If you want 50 seeds at one go, there will be a discount!"
"This price…."
Fang Yuan was overwhelmed by the price and for once, he felt like a poor man.
'The prices of the spiritual plants are controlled by the rich. I am not rich and the price is definitely too overwhelming for me….'
He sighed while footing the bill. 'Even though the Emerald Grass and the Vermillion Jade Rice are considered the lowest grade among other spiritual things, the purchase would still attract a lot of attention. Maybe I should be more discreet next time…."
Because of this, he refused to bring any spiritual things to trade with.
A few dozen gold taels were unable to create a deep impression on the prosperous Four Seas Courts. But what if it was 1000 or 10,000 gold taels?
There was no absolute fairness in this world. There were only prices which you can or cannot afford!
"Great, please keep the seeds of the Emerald Grass well!"
After the payment, Qian Fusheng quickly brought out a Red Sandalwood wooden box. The handicraft of the wooden box was delicate and there was a fragrance coming out from it, clearly showing that it was specially made.
"The seeds of the Emerald Grass do not go well with metals. Please remember not to bring the seeds close to any kind of metallic objects…."
Qian Fusheng reminded Fang Yuan and opened the wooden box. The box contained the green seeds of the Emerald Grass, which had a jade green colour.
"Very well!"
Fang Yuan kept the box safely. Before he left, he enquired, "Is there any other spiritual land in the whole of Qinghe County? I'm personally interested in the places where these spiritual things are grown. Maybe you would know where I can find them?"
"This…."
Qian Fusheng's face changed and immediately shook his head. "Spiritual land is naturally created and it depends on one's luck to find it. I do not know the mystery behind of the origin of the spiritual lands!"
"I see!"
Fang Yuan exited the building. "I shall take my leave!"
After seeing him leave, Qian Fusheng paced a few steps and felt uneasy. "Little San!"
"Yes, shopkeeper!"
Inside the room, a painted wall automatically moved back and revealed a pathway. A person then came out from it.
"Report this to the Sect!"
Qian Fusheng sighed.
"It was just a small purchase of the spiritual grass. Why is there a need to report?"
Little San was a little surprised by Qian Fusheng's order.
"Buying a few seeds of the Emerald Grass was nothing. However, that customer even asked about the whereabouts of spiritual lands, making him suspicious. Send a person now to follow him!"
"Shopkeeper, you are indeed vigilant!"
At that moment, another person came out from the secret pathway. He was dressed in green and was a lean young master. He wore a Feline Eye Emerald on his head and his skin was glowing.
He waved a foldable fan around. "It is so boring in the Sect as there is nothing big happening there. It is still more interesting outside. Even a small purchase like this could be so interesting."
"You are here, Master Qing!"
Qian Fusheng and Little San bowed and were humbled to see him.
"I will personally follow this guy. You both should continue whatever you are doing!"
Master Qing looked in the direction Fang Yuan went and gave a mischievous look.
"Yes, Master!"
Qian Fusheng and Little San looked at each other, both looking helpless.
....
"Hmm?"
After exiting the Four Seas Court, Fang Yuan went past a few shops and frowned.
The combination of his two techniques in martial arts allowed his inner power to be very powerful for a [Martial Artist (5th Gate)]. Additionally, he had a higher than average magical energy and therefore he could sense someone stalking him.
"Someone is following me? Could it be that the person wants to pick up a fight just over a few seeds of the Emerald Grass? Impossible!"
He realised his guess was wrong and found out the reason why. "Looks like it was a taboo for me to find out the whereabouts of the spiritual land….. After all, only the Spirit Returning Sect has control over the only spiritual land in Qinghe County….."
Even though his plan was well thought-out, Fang Yuan had lived in the mountains for so long and was therefore careless in handling the situation.
"How can the Four Seas Court afford to send a [Martial Artist (4th or 5th Gate)] just to stalk me?"
Such a skilled martial artist was not the common type, which surprised Fang Yuan.
At that moment, he swiftly turned into a small alley and disappeared.
"Hmm?"
Not long after, Master Qing also reached the alley. "Did he realise that I was stalking him?"
Master Qing was not afraid and decided to go after Fang Yuan instead of retreating.
The alley was short and led to a dead end.
"Thief, watch my claw!"
"Whiz!"
His clothing was torn into pieces.
Fang Yuan was ready to attack anyone who had ill intentions against him.
"Haha….. What an idiot! Who would reveal their position when ambushing?"
Master Qing laughed and folded his fan. Without looking back, he struck his foot backwards. "Flying Swallow Piercing Strike!"
The normal fan was comparable to a sharp sword when in Master Qing's hands. The fan pierced towards the black shadow and rustled through the air.
"Chi!"
The fan easily struck into the black shadow, but it was at this moment where Master Qing felt something was wrong.
"Oh no!"
He subconsciously retreated and defended himself with his fan.
The first wrong step snowballed into subsequent errors.
Missing his first move caused him to be at a disadvantage!
"Chi!"
Suddenly, the opponent's intense Eagle Claw appeared right in front of him.
"Good!"
Master Qing was excited as he witnessed this Eagle Claw Technique. He retreated a few steps and distanced himself away from Fang Yuan. "Great Eagle Claw Technique! Compared to Yu Qiuleng's, yours is only slightly inferior. Who is your master?"
With such skilful martial arts, he must have been taught by someone well-known.
"You have only attained 4th Grade of Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique? Looks like your skills are still shallow. I am a 5th Gate Martial Artist!
Master Qing proudly announced his skill.
"What an idiot!"
Fang Yuan looked into his eyes and felt sorry for him.
Such a person who would reveal his own cultivation level to his enemy was either extremely confident or a fool.
Unfortunately for Master Qing, he belonged to the latter!
"It would be slightly difficult to defeat a [Martial Artist (5th Gate)] executing the Black Sand Palm, but that is just a mere obstacle to me!"
Fang Yuan looked at the proficiency points of his Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique and exclaimed. Executing the Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique, his hands started striking out into space like a pair of claws.
"Hold on a second!"
Master Qing was anxiously trying to understand the situation. "This must be a misunderstanding!"
He only wanted to stalk and spy on Fang Yuan, so how did it become a fight to the death for both of them?
Also, he did not expect the person in front of him to be so hard to get along and violent.
'Luckily for me…..my inner power is far greater than his. He is using too much of his inner power to attack and will not last long. Once he has exhausted his strength, I will be able to…..'
Master Qing thought for a moment and was overwhelmed by Fang Yuan's quick and incessant claws, which suddenly increased by folds!
"[Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique (Grade 5)]! How is that even possible?"
When martial artists fight, a slight difference between the skills of the two would have a great impact on the outcome. How would it be possible for one to strengthen his power out of a sudden?
Master Qing was shocked and the Eagle Claw Iron Skin Technique broke through his defences. His body flew up high into the air and knocked onto a wall.
"You….."
His became pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. "You can't kill me…."
"Why?"
Fang Yuan went forward and hit away his crown, which revealed a long hair. "Just because you are a…..woman?"
"You found out?"
Master Qing screamed and her voice became crisp and high-pitched.
"Only the blind will not be able to see through such lousy make-up!"
Fang Yuan was speechless. "Who are you? Why are you stalking me? How are you related to the Four Seas Court?"
"Humph!"
He did not know why she could remain silent and unafraid after her real identity had been discovered.
"Oh?"
Fang Yuan popped his knuckles and snickered. "Lady, you better answer me now or else….don't think that I won't dare to hit a lady!"
She became afraid and started tearing after hearing Fang Yuan's threat.


This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

"Mother, I will take a look and then return." Qiao Mu joyously rushed past Wei Ziqin. 
Wei Ziqin turned around, a smile on her face. How long has it been since she saw her daughter this happy? Only now did she resemble an energetic child. 
As soon as Qiao Mu bounded out of her home, she saw 10-20 carriages stopped outside and a lot of workers unloading boxes one by one from the carriage, temporarily piling them up next to the entrance. 
One of the youths in tight-fitting black clothes received Qiao Mu and respectfully bowed. "Little Lord, should we move all the boxes in?" 
"Yes. Move it to beside the woodshed." Qiao Mu glanced at the youth and waved her hand. 
The villagers were attracted by the large commotion at Qiao Mu's home, and they were circled around the carriages, admiring the snugly shut boxes. 
"Qiaoqiao, did you spend all the gold from the Heavenly Dao Sect after buying this much?" Their neighbor, a middle-aged woman, looked at the items in front of Qiao Mu's home with curiosity on her face. Moving this many boxes in, wouldn't it fill that tiny amount of space in the courtyard to the brim? 
Qiao Mu nodded and pulled Qiao Hu outside to help to direct the boxes' transportation. As for her, she followed the youth in black through her home's door and had them move all of the boxes to the space next to the woodshed.
The number of boxes somewhat exceeded Qiao Mu's estimation, so she blinked, looking toward the youth in black with confusion in her eyes.
"There are 3000 iron arrows in here, each of them is forged from fine-quality iron. There are 30 boxes and each box contains 100 arrows." The youth in black opened one of the boxes next to Qiao Mu and showed her the sparkling jet-black iron arrows in the box. 
Then, he took a small silver box plated with gold and handed it to Qiao Mu. "Little Lord, store this safely. There are 10 crow-gold arrows in here. After you claim an arrow with a drop of blood, you can summon it back every time after you shoot it. This item is hard to come by, so you must safe-keep it well." 
Qiao Mu's eyes twinkled as she looked at the youth. "What?" The 900 taels of gold that she gave were not enough to buy a fraction of a crow-gold arrow, let alone one whole arrow.
Regardless of how ignorant and inexperienced she was, she would have still heard of crow gold. This was a superior-grade material that was specifically used for forging mystic weapons and was very spiritual. An entire magnetite mine mountain might not produce even one tiny nugget of crow gold.
This was a material that had a price but no supply. Yet, that rich crown prince could produce 10 crow-gold arrows in a whoosh! Why did she feel like she had cozied up to someone powerful?
The youth in black smiled. "Little Lord, don't worry, these don't cost any money."
Qiao Mu pettishly rolled her eyes, inwardly stating, "If you dare to ask for money, I will immediately kick you into the distance!"
The youth in black suddenly felt like his comprehension skills were very fine-tuned. He could actually glean a trace of viciousness from the little girl's eyes. Heh. He hastily closed the box and carried another box to hand to Miss Qiao Mu. "This is a crow repeating crossbow, it is a level 12 mystic weapon forged from crow gold. His Highness said that like the ferule he gifted to Little Lord, he had suppressed its level to around level three, so Little Lord can use it immediately." 
Qiao Mu turned over the 30 normal repeating crossbows and put it away safely with the crow repeating crossbow. Then, she turned around to look at the boxes of clothes being carried inside. 
According to what they agreed upon, a certain crown prince had helped her purchase 20 years worth of clothing.
Qiao Mu rubbed her nose. Cough, cough. Twenty years seemed to be a bit of a stretch. She really did have the intention of making things difficult for him back then. 


A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. 
In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince!
“Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.”
“Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!”
A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!”
“Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again!
The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” 
A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.”
“Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!”
“Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving!
Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!


The first he needed was to fix up the stability of the horse carriage. Abel added 4 groups of bulky springs between the wheels and the body of the carriage as shock absorbers.
Abel was sure that the quality of these springs would be unmatchable. This was not only because Abel remembers how to make the spiral springs from his past incarnation, but it was also due to his incomparable strength.
When it came to making these springs, one needed to through the spring iron into the furnace. Then slowly strike it until it became a thick stick of iron. Afterward, one needed to wrap the stick of iron around an iron rod. Since Abel did not have the equipment for this, that's where his enormous strength could shine. Although these spring irons were not as strong as the 100 skills irons, it was still impossible for a normal human to bend. If Abel's body did not develop in such a rapid pace in these past few days, there's no way he could do this.
There were 4 springs in a group. Every group was secured by a sheet of metal at the bottom of the carriage between the wheels. It took Abel a large amount of time and effort to secure this total of 16 springs.
The shock absorbers had been completed. Then, it was the most crucial step. Before this, Abel had already forged 20 thick rectangle sheets of 100 skills iron.
Only Abel would have used 100 skills iron to form an ordinary sheet. Normally, these type of iron was only used in the weapons of the highest value, such as a big sword. In fact, they were treated as treasures by all blacksmiths.
Abel drew out a rough area on the sheet and proceeded to throw it in the furnace. after it was burning red, he took it out with a tong. Then he put a hole for the gem on the sheet with a hammer drill.
After Abel drilled a hole in all 20 of the sheets, he threw them all into the water for cooling. After he whipped them dry, it was rune drawing time.
He had prepared to draw some ice magic runes, which he was way too familiar with. However, this time he would be using the intermediate ice magic rune ink he had combined. The rune path created by these intermediate rune ink was often very fragile, so it was better to still be very careful.
On top of that, Abel would be using this on his own carriage, so safety was definitely a priority. However, these rune inks were combined anyway, so it didn't actually cost that much.
Since Abel's power of the will had increased, drawing runes were like a walk in the park. He had drawn 5 runes in a roll until he felt his power of the will depleting. He rested for 30 minutes before drawing another 5 runes. Just like that, 10 ice magic runes were complete.
Abel then took out the intermediate fire magic rune ink and turned the other 10 iron sheets into fire magic iron sheets.
In the hole of each of the sheets, Abel separately placed 10 blue gems and 10 red gems. All of these gems were combined by Abel, so the cost was low as well.
Afterward, Abel used some normal iron to forged 2 large boxes. He then puts some small holes on it with a hammer drill and placed each of them on each side of the carriage.
Then, Abel secured some fan arms on to each of the holes inside the cupboard. There were conveyor belts connecting the fan arm to the wheels, allowing it to spin.
That's where the 20 sheets of iron could show it's power. He secured the 10 ice magic iron sheets on each of the 10 fan arms on one of the large boxes. Outside the cupboard, Abel added a handle. There were 10 different modes to the handle. If one pulled on the handle on the lowest mode, it would only ignite to 1 ice magic iron sheet, thus only unleashing a small amount of ice magic power. As the gears went higher, the more magic sheet it would ignite, thus the ice magic power would increase as well.
When the carriage was moving, the conveyor belt would spin these sheets inside the large box according to the motion of the wheels. When the ice magic power was ignited, cool air would blow out from those small holes of the box.
This was a special ice magic air conditioner designed by Abel. It used the same technology as those ice magic big sword of his. Since a big sword normally would be sold for 20 thousand gold coins in an auction. If each sheet of iron worth the same amount of a big sword, this air conditioner could worth more than 200 thousand gold coins.
Of course, if you want to calculate the price of this thing, who could forget about the intermediate rune ink. Since the material for these ink was extremely rare, they were almost priceless. Therefore it was very hard to calculate the actual price.
With the same method, Abel installed the 10 fire magic sheets into the other large box, thus creating a fire magic heater. 
This entire air conditioning system could cost well over 400 thousand gold coins. Abel wondered if he should mass-produce it. A mere air conditioning system like this could pay for the training fees for his entire life.
Normally when a horse carriage was made, the gap between the wheels and the body of the carriage was only filled with some lubricants. This method seemed very outdated to Abel. Since he had now installed the springs on to each of the wheels, they could continue moving despite the bumpy roads. It would also go faster since it required much less effort for the bull or horse to pull.
Abel also did some upgrades to the wheels of the carriage. He wrapped layers of orc skin on each of its rims, the outermost layer was equipped with the highest quality orc skin. These orc skins were found in the secret collection of the Knight of Marshall. Due to their small surface area, they could not be turned in to armors. Therefore they were just gathering dust in the storage, only until now, Abel had taken it out to use it as tires for the carriage.
Just like that, the super luxurious horse carriage has completed its upgrade. Abel called in some carpenter from the castle. He told them to secure the 2 large boxes of the air conditioner with wood and turn it into 2 tables. Now, both the front and back of the carriage was equipped with 2 sofas, 2 tables on each side, and under which was an air conditioning system.
Abel had sacrificed 3 days of effort to make this horse carriage, or bull carriage since it would be pulled by inferno bulls. He was sure that the Lord of Marshall would be very satisfied to receive this as a birthday gift.
Abel then took out the 2 different rune signs he got from the wargon. Although he had never seen these runes before, according to the Knight of Saroya, who was the leader of the knight brigade that battled the orcs, a wargon had also taken out a sign like this when it was being attacked, it hugely reduced the impact of the 33 knight's combined combat qi strike.
As far as Abel could remember, there weren't many runes in Diablo 2 that could reduce impact. If Abel's train of thoughts was correct, these 2 rune signs could very well be the "12#SOL Thor" runes.
12 # SOL thor:
+9 the lowest impact
Offset physical impact 7
Abel didn't know what "offset physical impact 7" meant in reality. However, he was reminded of the wound that was on a White cloud. Although it was long, it wasn't too deep, Abel speculated the rune sign must have drastically reduced the power of the 33 knight's combined combat qi. Therefore, "offset physical impact 7" should be around the force of around 30 official knights.
Although Abel was unsure how much power a commander would have, this rune should be more than capable of defending against an elite, or below knight.
Abel had an idea, he should make a shield out of this rune. Since it was still too challenging for him to make great defending weapons such as the "Ancient vow" with rune language. These single rune weapons should be doable.
Although Abel was not used to making shields, he didn't think it would be a problem because of his incredible strength and his increasing power of the will.
Abel decided to make a knight's shield, also known as the kite shield. These shields were flat on the top and sharp at the bottom. They were very commonly used by knights. Its surface was often color painted with the knight's family's coat of arms. It was practical and functional.
Abel picked out the best iron from the iron ore. He decided to start from scratch, it was the first time he would make a rough iron model since his strength has developed drastically.
This time, he struck the iron with a 100-pound hammer, he couldn't help it. The 30-pound hammer he used before felt like a toothpick in his hand. Although this 100-pound hammer still felt a bit light, it was already the heaviest one he could find.
He started from 1 skill and forged it into 80 skills with almost no effort at all. He realized he didn't even need to utilize his power of the will to do this, he could just use his brutal force. As he kept striking the iron with this nonsensical method, soon it had turned in to 100 skills. By this point, he was no longer satisfied with a 100 skills model of iron. If he had used his power of the will on top of this, who knows how many more skills could he forge?


I was reincarnated into another world, and I brought the Horadric Cube from Diablo II with me. 
Being a knight is cool and all, but being a wizard is pretty neat as well.
So, which one will it be?
  

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