Chapter 51: The Temptation of Money
Bone Sword: Ultra-micro, with a 50% increase in Qi and Blood infusion consumption.
Tip 1: This is a miniature bone sword infused with a large amount of Secret Bone Powder, resulting in poor Qi Blood conduction.
Tip 2: Only those who have mastered Qi and Blood Power can use Bone Artifacts.
Small Knife tried it out, and the Bone Sword actually cracked. This Bone Sword wasn’t even as strong as the stone ones. He pondered, recalling that combat with Bone Weapons was possible because they could channel Qi and Blood?
He put away the cracked Bone Sword and waved at Xiu’Er, who was already waiting, and they walked out together.
Xiu’Er had already prepared the meat dishes, with seasonings that Small Knife had brought from reality. Even so, eating it often became a bit monotonous.
Still, they quickly filled up before starting a new session of intense practice.
Small Knife set a goal for himself: unless something major happened, daily intense training was a must.
From initially lifting stones, to later wielding a Wooden Spear, to advancing to the Thirteen Grand Protectors’ Cross Training, and now to Iron Cloth Shirt practice, he had made significant progress.
Practicing the Iron Cloth Shirt was more painful, as he switched from fists to wooden sticks, but the effect in aiding digestion of meat was better.
However, it quickly became too much for Big Soldier, who was a Level 15, panting heavily and sweating profusely.
Big Soldier was at Level 15, Xiu’Er at Level 20, and even the three chickens and eight dogs had reached the Level 10 cap.
The three chickens were just whatever, but the eight hunting dogs had gained some combat power, so Small Knife wanted to train them well.
Hunting Dog (named by Small Knife): Level 10, Life: 98%.
Skill 1: Tearing Bite, Skill: Enhanced Olfaction.
These hunting dogs didn’t need Skill Books; they could directly learn Skills, just like the three chickens.
Chicken (Male): Level 10, Life: 98%.
Skill 1: Rooster Crowing, Skill 2: Flutter.
Chicken (Female): Level 10, Life: 98%.
Skill 1: Laying Eggs, Skill 2: Flutter.
So, Small Knife didn’t even like looking at that rooster, parading around with two hens every day, and it couldn’t even lay eggs, which was annoying to watch.
At night, almost all players would log in as usual.
Little Bear Picking Mushrooms was no exception, especially recently. He resigned without hesitation, giving up his job as a security guard in reality, which earned a bit over three thousand a month, with one day off a week and twelve hours of work each day, which was utterly inhumane.
The reason he didn’t hesitate was that he had confidence, and that confidence was this magical game, Second World.
Not to mention the realism, you could make money in there.
So he confidently called himself a professional player, even though he had only been one for a few days.
In the game, he was born in Jiulong Mountain Stronghold and did not strive for martial arts training like other players or work to become a Mountain Bandit; instead, he became a proud Lumberjack.
Even without much skill, as long as he persevered, he could earn three Bone Coins a day without a problem.
Having gotten the hang of it over the last couple of days, he basically earned over three Bone Coins, confident that he would reach four or even higher in a few more days.
With each Bone Coin exchanging for a hundred Real Coins, even though Stone Axes and such consumed a lot, the income already far exceeded what he earned in reality, which was what made him most satisfied.
Little Bear Picking Mushrooms never imagined that someone like him, a regular guy, would encounter incredible fortune.
Yesterday, while laboriously chopping wood with a Stone Axe, he felt a chill overhead and brushed off some hair debris, then noticed a small hole in the tree in front of him.
How could his curiosity not be piqued?
Following the direction of the hole, he discovered six pierced trees and a pierced stone.
Finally, he arrived at the small hole.
Staring at the small hole on the ground, he was lost in thought for a few seconds, then Little Bear Picking Mushrooms excitedly started digging and eventually unearthed a sword, a palm-length metal small sword, looking like a toy, with strange patterns on it.
This made him ecstatic. Picking it up, he stabbed it into a tree, but it only penetrated less than half an inch, far from as sharp as he imagined.
Nevertheless, he brought it back to the stronghold, hoping to sell it for a high price.
Upon returning, he heard rumors of a cultivator being chased in the sky, which everyone talked about.
Seizing the opportunity, Little Bear Picking Mushrooms narrated his extraordinary encounter, drawing a large crowd.
He even showcased what he had gained from it.
Many wanted to buy it, and in the end, a wealthy buyer offered a hundred thousand Real Coins, which left him overjoyed and incredulous.
However, faced with such a rare encounter, he decided not to rush and intended to wait for a better offer.
So he bragged online, asking for a million Real Coins. Even if someone offered ten thousand, he didn’t even bother responding.
At least get the word out first; genuine offers can be negotiated.
Although there were many criticisms, he figured they were from poor folks who couldn’t afford grapes, criticizing them as sour grapes.
So that whole day, Little Bear Picking Mushrooms fantasized in reality about how much he could sell it for, feeling a little dizzy. Maybe it would be enough to build a house back home, and he treated himself by buying a roast duck.
However, the roast duck tasted off, and he even bit his tongue.
By evening, he couldn’t wait to log in.
Ping: You have a message. Would you like to check it?
Little Bear Picking Mushrooms felt a rush of warmth in his heart. Gosh, a message - that’s a luxury that costs a hundred bucks!
Indeed, a rich person was interested.
Ping: A Flying Sword, sounds interesting. Grandpa will eventually become a dashing Sword Immortal flying through the sky. Kid, money isn’t an issue. My underling will collect it at the warehouse. Don’t try to deceive me, or you’ll learn about your grandfather’s might.
The message was full of an arrogant rich tone.
Little Bear Picking Mushrooms eagerly rushed to the warehouse.
A million seemed to beckon, and although hard to believe, who knew! We ordinary folks could never understand the world of the rich.
He reached the warehouse, eagerly looking around, feeling increasingly anxious. Why hadn’t anyone come yet?
Stick was there early, watching from afar, with a complicated feeling in his heart.
A million, a million indeed.
Especially when according to the plan, he was to wait here until someone got anxious.
The waiting here was a torture, his mind entirely occupied by the million Real Coins.
No matter how he tried to shake it off, it stayed. It was in his account, and only he could withdraw it.
Slap, he gave himself a slap.
"I was almost Taishu Hao’s top guy, and I have Knife’s trust."
Especially as memories of Taishu Hao’s punishment for traitors flashed through his mind! He couldn’t help but shudder.
Then he strode forward.
"Are you Little Bear?"
"That’s me?" Little Bear Picking Mushrooms immediately shivered, hurriedly looking over.
Seeing such an excited look, Stick became even more displeased.
According to the plan devised by Mountain Grass and the others, act as a bigwig to intimidate the opponent, first give fifty thousand, and pay the other fifty thousand after it’s in hand.
But now, seeing this guy’s ordinary demeanor, Stick felt displeased.
All us regular folks, why should you make a fortune?
With a change of mind, he directly retorted disdainfully, "The boss has set his eyes on your Flying Sword and sent me to buy it. Is that true?"