bestfiction Chapter 129 seems to contain a conspiracy.
Chapter 129 seems to contain a conspiracy.
A prosthesis made of materials at the Foundation Establishment stage level?
Master Yi stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "Remember to always keep a high-grade spirit stone on hand and place it on the upper arm of the prosthetic limb. It can activate a unique defensive array, which is about the size of five people and can withstand at most three breaths. This is the only extra array. If you have any other ideas in the future, you can come to me to replace the parts. Alright, if you don't have any new orders, please leave."
"Thank you for bestowing the title of True Person." Yue Kaishan originally wanted to kowtow to the ground, but when he remembered the 10,000 military merit points, he felt a pang of heartache. In the end, he performed a military salute, bid farewell, and left.
Master Yi gave the little lion's head a punch, and the guy started babbling again.
"Oh, my supreme mechanic, my great healer who saves the world, my creator of limbs..."
This time, the old man didn't beat it hard again. Instead, he gently stroked its head and said tenderly, "Son, just hang in there a little longer. I'll be able to get the mechanical spleen out soon, and then you'll be able to travel the world again."
The old man then changed the subject, "No, I need to ask those guys in the military for more research funding. Let me think of a pretext to get some more money..."
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The group went down to the fourth floor. The four of them together only had a few hundred military merit points, which could only buy some necessary pills and consumables. They also bought some materials for Xuan Jing to draw talismans, and their money was almost gone.
"I'm going to draw some talismans, I'm heading back now." Xuan Jing waved and pushed Chen Dahai, who hadn't bought anything, back with him.
"Then I'll go back too, and try out this new arm." Yue Kaishan was the most excited; he couldn't wait to start practicing the Kaishan Fist again. "Brother Cuihong, aren't you coming back together?"
"No, now that I think about it, the fellow Daoist who recognized the Demon-Slaying Ship was right to scold us."
"What? You mean that guy? He's just a bookworm who likes to show off after reading a few books. It's nothing special. Everyone has their strengths. He just happened to find his strength. He got lucky."
"No, no, no, I've decided to take a closer look. The catalog in the treasure vault is the best guidebook for the treasures; I might as well read it."
Seeing that Zhong Ming still seemed reluctant to leave, Yue Kaishan waved goodbye.
Seeing Brother Yue leave, Zhong Ming immediately went into the normal treasure vault catalog.
What exactly were Boss Yao's goods? They were just smugglers, ordinary martial artists. The crew members were only capable of fighting cultivators at the second or third level of Qi Refining, or bullying those who couldn't fly. They couldn't possibly be transporting anything high-level.
After a lot of searching, I finally found its introduction in some obscure corner.
It's not that it's rare, but rather that it's so common that few people would bother to get their hands on it. It's such a convenient and easy-to-grow plant that the Chen family dynasty cultivated on a large scale.
It's called the "satisfying herb," and it's an important raw material for making fasting pills.
The official purchase price is almost non-existent because there is no shortage at all. Only when sudden disasters or other unforeseen events cause damage to medicinal fields and drastically reduce yields will they resort to collecting from the public.
Zhong Ming scratched his head. Why would they smuggle this stuff over here? Who smuggles from one production area to another?
Great genius.
Do you think you have too much money?
Zhong Ming thought, even if he wasn't very bright, what about the smugglers who made money? That couldn't be right.
Surely it's not like some audacious person is planning to bomb the medicinal herb fields, drive up prices, and then sell them, right? With the Chen dynasty's army, they're probably looking to destroy you but don't have a suitable reason. Do you dare to provoke them?
Zhong Ming checked again. The Dynasty's acquisition list didn't include Feast Grass. It had been more than half a month since the smuggling, so it definitely wasn't intended for the government.
and many more!
Zhong Ming began reading another important rule: how to apply for Bigu Pills from the army.
After reviewing the complicated procedures, Zhong Ming realized one thing: it would be very difficult for someone who uses unprofessional channels to obtain the Bigu Pill without leaving a trace.
Alchemists can easily "earn extra money," and in fact, the military doesn't prohibit it. However, the way to obtain raw materials is... to secretly plant and collect some in the wilderness outside the medicinal fields, which is of course not as much as smuggling.
So the question is, why is there a need for so many unrecorded fasting pills?
Zhong Ming's lack of basic knowledge about the cultivation world couldn't give him the answer; he could only speculate based on the experiences of mortals.
His conclusion was:
If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.
Bigu pills are the sustenance for cultivators.
Some cultivators are planning a rebellion!
Thinking about it this way, something felt off. He himself had never taken the Bigu Pill. Who would eat this with a proper meal? At the previous Jishui Mountain celebration banquet, everyone, regardless of their cultivation level, ate happily.
Bigu pills are not for people who are in seclusion for long periods and should not move around. They are for food that needs to be stored when traveling for long periods or staying in places where there is no food. They are small in size and effective, and they are particularly cost-effective when stored in a storage stone.
Zhong Ming felt like he had grasped something, but he couldn't quite figure it out.
Whatever, if I can't figure it out, I'll stop thinking about it. It's not like I'm the only one who got these "stolen goods." The authorities also seized a batch. The captain's son was caught by soldiers when he tried to run away with his able-bodied crew, and all the cargo was confiscated. This kind of thing is not my business.
Zhong Ming put his hands behind his head, whistled, and left the hall. It was a rare time to rest, after all, and he needed to cultivate.
As a reward for a large-scale operation, even new recruits were given a significant amount of time to accumulate merit points and consolidate their cultivation level, a period tentatively set at half a month.
For the past two weeks, Zhong Ming has spent most of his time practicing the Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique and the Flowing Cloud Body Technique. He doesn't need to deliberately cultivate the Sword Drawing Technique and the Qi Cultivation Technique; he can just practice them gradually and accumulate them over time.
My marksmanship is slowly improving. As the old saying goes: "A year with a knife, a month with a staff, a lifetime with a spear; ten years with a sword and you'll see the finest detail." The spear is something that's easy to pick up but extremely difficult to master.
The Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique consists of thirty-one ordinary combat skills, which rely purely on physical proficiency and have no other requirements. However, as one's spiritual power increases, more powerful spear techniques that require spiritual power are gradually unlocked.
Whenever Zhong Ming recalls the jade slip he read when he obtained the Hook and Sickle Spear Technique, the later techniques become increasingly difficult to remember. It seems that only when one's spiritual power reaches a certain level, or one's realm is elevated to a certain height, can one see them more clearly.
At this point, this was the only way he could comfort himself.
Expensive reason.