Chapter 39: Qingtong Production, Must Be Quality Goods
[Mushroom Hates Potatoes: Feng, I bet you win and made ten million, hehe~ I’m amazing~~]
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Looking at the text message from Mushroom, Xia Feng mourned for the casino dealer for half a second.
It was already a small gambling pool, and now Xia Feng, Mushroom, and Mu Qingtong had taken thirty million away. He wondered if the dealer could still make a profit.
“9.9 million, transferred to your account.” Uncle Wei said with a blank expression.
Looking at the countless zeros in his bank account, Xia Feng’s heart almost skipped a beat.
He had to admit that this feeling of sudden wealth was somewhat unreal.
But now it had truly happened, and the corners of his mouth were almost split to the back of his ears.
It seemed that he wouldn’t have to worry about funding issues when buying summoning materials or promotion materials from now on, at least not in the short term.
Xia Feng looked up at Uncle Wei’s displeased expression and smiled, “What, Old Wei, you didn’t really bet on me to lose, did you?”
Uncle Wei indicated he didn’t want to talk and took out red wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet.
Xia Feng shook his head, “I’ll pass, I don’t drink.”
Uncle Wei’s expression remained stern, and he quietly took out a carton of soy milk from the bottom shelf of the wine cabinet. He opened it and slowly poured it into the red wine glass.
“.” Xia Feng parted his lips slightly, “Cough, it’s… it’s not necessary to be so high-end.”
Watching the milky white liquid swirl into the wine glass, the man with the slicked-back hair looked calm, “To celebrate victory, the sense of ritual is very important. This is a necessary step.”
“And it’s cooler this way!” He raised his glass.
No, it’s just pretentious. Xia Feng reluctantly took the soy milk “wine” glass.
“I have to say, I really didn’t expect you to have such a perverted spirit artifact,” Uncle Wei said. Although he had lost a lot of money, he was not in a bad mood.
Xia Feng took a sip, smacked his lips, and tasted it. The sweetness of the soy milk was just right. Not bad, Comrade Wei had put in some thought.
“Right,” he said, putting down the glass. He suddenly asked, “Old Wei, do you know Pingshan Hospital?”
“Pingshan?” Uncle Wei was stunned and asked, “There seems to be a Pingshan Hospital on Beihong Avenue and another on Ximo Street. What’s wrong? Is a friend of yours hospitalized?”
“Oh, it’s not that,” Xia Feng coughed. “It’s just that a friend of mine wants to know if there are any supernatural events related to Pingshan Hospital.”
Xia Feng had also searched online, and there were indeed two hospitals named ‘Pingshan’ in District 51. He had visited them over the past five days but found nothing unusual.
“Supernatural events…”
Uncle Wei’s eyes flickered, and he shook his head. “The Six-Tails Sect has handled many private commissions for supernatural events and cooperated with the Holy Department, but I haven’t heard of any supernatural events at Pingshan Hospital.”
Supernatural events include, but are not limited to, Spirit Master crimes, Nightmare Beast rampages, and Spirit Artifact malfunctions.
Xia Feng felt that his lucid dream must be related to supernatural events. The scenes in the dream were still clearly imprinted in his mind, and he even remembered his daughter’s appearance vividly.
[“Biohazard, don’t ask questions. I am your daughter. Save your wife with me!”
“This is a hospital, is my wife a doctor?”
“Your wife is about to be born.”]
Xia Feng’s lazy dream was to marry a beautiful and interesting wife… um, who wasn’t a world-destroying supervillain.
Therefore, such an “unborn wife” naturally piqued his great interest.
Of course, he wanted to make a serious statement: he was not some kind of super pervert.
Really!
He was just intensely curious about this strange event.
After chatting for a while longer, he bid farewell to Uncle Wei. The next few days were uneventful. He went to Mushroom’s house to pet cats and play games. When he had time, he searched for information about Pingshan Hospital and asked Mu Qingtong’s channels to buy some Boundless Stone. He could also continue his life as a laid-back otaku.
As for Yan Xujia, he heard that Yan Xujia had just woken up yesterday, and the procedures for his transfer to the Southern Border would be approved the day after tomorrow. He would depart in three days. It was close, and Xia Feng could wait. The journey to the Southern Border required passing through the Eternal Flow Sea, which, like the Evil Dragon Forest, was lawless and a perfect place for robbery and murder!
However, today he received some bad news.
[Experience Pack: Boundless Stone in several underground secret channels have been massively acquired by a mysterious person, making it difficult to purchase. I can keep an eye out for you.]
Massively acquiring Boundless Stone? Xia Feng frowned, sensing that this matter was not simple. People normally buying one or two grams of Boundless Stone would be for experiments or setting up small formations.
For such large-scale purchases, besides cults causing trouble, Xia Feng couldn’t think of anyone else who would spend so much.
The incident was sudden, but luckily he still had 1g of Boundless Stone that he hadn’t used, so he still had some time.
[The experiment has made new progress. Mu Qingtong has decided to relax and start researching the Wind Riding Spirit Robe with minimal energy consumption. Your understanding of Spirit Robes has improved…]
Just as Xia Feng was contemplating, the Calamity Demon Heart suddenly provided feedback again.
[After contemplating for two and a half seconds, your understanding of the Wind Riding Spirit Robe has greatly improved, successfully mastering the N-level Spirit Robe ‘Left-Right Foot Step Heaven Ascension’.]
Xia Feng: “.”
!
As expected of you, Mu Qingtong.
Although the Spirit Robe was strange, Xia Feng had become accustomed to it. In the past few days, Mu Qingtong seemed to have been stimulated by something and had entered a mode of diligent study.
Various strange N-level Spirit Robes, and occasional notifications about learning a D-class Spirit Robe, although most were auxiliary skills that were not very useful.
However, there was one Spirit Robe that Xia Feng quite liked, and that was the Bronze Mask.
Originally, the Bronze Mask was just an N-level Spirit Robe used to reduce presence. But Mu Qingtong seemed to have a sudden inspiration, and one night while practicing Spirit Songs, she suddenly upgraded the Bronze Mask to D-class.
[Bronze Mask]
[Spirit Robe Level: D-class]
[Introduction: Qingtong Production, Must Be Quality Goods!]
[Effect: When worn, it can reduce presence and resist the scrutiny and investigation of A-class or below probing Spirit Artifacts (including but not limited to Spirit Pressure, appearance, silhouette, real location, etc.).]
[Restriction: Time limit of 6 hours, cooldown of 6 hours.]
It could only be said that Mu Shen was indeed worthy of her reputation. Although this item was D-class, its effect could block probes from C-class and B-class. Moreover, A-class Spirit Artifacts were rare in the first place, and it had to be a probing Spirit Artifact to see through this mask. It was practically equivalent to being invisible.
It was outrageous!
Just as he was marveling at Mu Shen’s greatness, Xia Feng’s gaze suddenly stopped, staring intently at the search results on the webpage.
In the center of the computer screen.
It was a very old, blurred photo, like one from twenty to thirty years ago.
Xia Feng carefully examined the circular mold in the picture. The caption said that the mold was used to store Boundless Stone.
“What the hell?” Xia Feng, full of surprise, took out the Pingshan Pocket Watch and found it had about 80% similarity to the mold in the picture.
“So this pocket watch was used to store Boundless Stone?”
Boundless Stone, fresh from the mine, generally had a shelf life of two months. If not used within two months, it would automatically quantumize and enter the Quantum Domain, effectively disappearing.
Therefore, Boundless Stone with a longer shelf life would be more expensive.
To deal with this situation, Spirit Scientists had specifically researched special equipment to “store Boundless Stone and extend its shelf life.”
Since this storage equipment could not be mass-produced and the materials were difficult to obtain, it was not sold on the market and was extremely rare.
