Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 7, First Strike: "Unexpected Fortune"

Zhu Que went to the self-study center.

However, instead of going to the self-training center from yesterday, he planned to conduct a small experiment—

He wanted to see if all self-training centers were made of those large spiritual artifacts.

He entered the second self-help training center and, under the pretext of "looking for someone," entered the beginner training room area.

He stood in the corridor, palms flat on the ground, testing for dozens of meters, but no analysis prompt appeared.

Zhu Que was somewhat puzzled: "Aren't all self-cultivation centers made of large-scale spiritual artifacts?"

He then went to the third self-study center, but after trying it, there was still no progress in the analysis.

Jinfeng Town is a large town with a large population, and there are at least dozens of self-cultivation centers, but he tried more than a dozen of them and none of them showed any progress in analysis.

"So, only the self-training center from yesterday was constructed from large-scale spiritual artifacts?"

Zhu Que was somewhat confused, and a guess immediately came to mind—

Perhaps the large spiritual artifact he detected wasn't the "self-cultivation center" itself, but rather...

Anything else!

Then.

Zhu Que returned to the self-cultivation center that was originally called "Hope".

He rented a beginner's training room for an hour, pushed open the door, placed his palms on the ground, and an analysis prompt immediately appeared.

Zhu Que was even more puzzled.

"What kind of magical artifact is this?"

Despite his doubts, he did not delve deeper into the matter.

After all, with his current level of cultivation, he simply couldn't analyze a large-scale spiritual artifact of this caliber.

For him, the most important thing right now is to start cultivating as soon as possible and improve his own situation.

His physical deformities were already very severe.

If he continues to be exposed to corrosive pollution and the situation worsens, he will eventually die a tragic death like that "pregnant" man.

Zhu Que calmed himself down, took off his shoes, rolled up his trousers, put on the Spirit Gathering Cloth, and sat cross-legged.

Then, while analyzing the unknown spiritual artifact, he used the "Cloud Breath Breathing Technique" to breathe in spiritual energy.

The second breathing exercise was still very slow.

It took him more than ten minutes to finally guide a wisp of spiritual energy into his dantian.

Then came the more difficult part—

Manipulate spiritual energy to circulate within the eight extraordinary meridians.

Zhu Que had virtually no knowledge of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, so during its circulation, the wisp of spiritual energy would sometimes deviate from its intended path and sometimes become stuck.

Stumbling and faltering, failing dozens of times in a row, it finally managed to complete one cycle.

"call--"

Zhu Que exhaled a breath of stale air, drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

The instant his spiritual energy returned to his dantian, he felt it with absolute clarity—

It felt as if a warm power was spreading through my body, and every part of my body was strengthened by the subtle tempering.

However, running it for just one week consumed a lot of his energy, and he was as tired as when he dealt with garbage during the day.

Looking at the time again, more than half an hour had already passed.

"Although it's slow, at least we're on the right track."

Although Zhu Que sounded tired, he felt incredibly at ease.

He forced himself to get up, washed his face in the bathroom, and drank some tap water to ease his fatigue.

Afterwards, he returned to the cultivation room, sat cross-legged, and continued to breathe in spiritual energy.

soon.

An hour has passed.

Zhu Que managed to circulate his spiritual energy for another half cycle.

"Beep beep beep—"

"Your rental period has expired and the spiritual energy supply has been shut off. If you wish to continue using the service, please renew your subscription at the front desk."

Zhu Que opened his eyes, got up, left the cultivation room, and dragged his tired body out of the self-cultivation center.

"This won't do. Only cultivating for one hour a day is far too slow and won't lead to any effective improvement."

"Ideally, I could earn enough spirit coins to cover an overnight stay in the training room every day..."

Zhu Que pondered silently.

Afterwards, he took the little money he had left and ate a hearty meal at a roadside stall to replenish his energy, leaving only change for a public phone call.

Back at the landfill, he almost fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

The next day, after another day of work, Zhu Que called Xiao Cai again.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Cai from Guigui Secondhand Recycling."

"I am the one who sold you the Spirit Gathering Silk yesterday."

"Oh, it's you again."

Xiao Cai asked with a hint of teasing, "What magical artifact did your boss's daughter lose this time?"

"To tell you the truth, those magical artifacts..."

Zhu Que spoke in a tone as if he wanted to be honest with Xiao Cai.

Instead of telling the truth, he had prepared a set of lies—

He claimed to work in a factory producing counterfeit magical artifacts, most of which were defective products that he had secretly taken from the factory.

If Xiao Cai doesn't mind, he can sell her more magical artifacts.

however.

Xiao Cai, however, was very cautious and interrupted him directly:

"Hey! Don't tell me any of that. I don't want to know anything. I'm only responsible for recycling second-hand magical artifacts."

"...I still have some Spirit Gathering Silk." Zhu Que said after a half-second of silence.

"How much is 'some'?"

Ten.

"Brand new?"

"Yes, but they all have flaws."

"No problem, let's meet at the usual place."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Que returned to the junkyard, skillfully used the damaged artifact to create ten spirit-gathering cloths, and carried them out in his pocket.

The Spirit Gathering Cloth is thin and soft, palm-sized, and very convenient to hide and carry. The key is that it is also 30 Spirit Coins more expensive than the Cloud Stepping Board.

After a while.

Zhu Que met Xiao Cai at their usual spot.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow. The two exchanged a glance, and a tacit understanding was immediately formed.

Zhu Que offered no explanation, and Xiao Cai didn't inquire about their origins; they simply traded the magical artifacts without asking where they came from.

"Beep! Beep! Beep—"

Xiao Cai took the ten Spirit Gathering Silks from his hands, examined them one by one, and found that they were all indeed flawed.

"These magical artifacts are all brand new, so how come they all have flaws?"

"I can't produce one without flaws either," Zhu Que said cryptically.

"oh oh."

Xiao Cai immediately understood, but she didn't want to know too much and didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she said, "Let's keep yesterday's price, 180 each."

"I'll sell you ten at once, and I'll add 20 to each one."

Zhu Que bargained with her.

If it's just one or two magical artifacts, then it's fine not to haggle.

However, if you want to sell ten at once and continue to sell to her in the future, you must agree on a price.

Xiao Cai looked troubled: "It's not that I don't want to give you more money, it's just that the quantity you're offering... is really a bit small."

"Small quantities are fine, the main thing is consistency. I can sell you ten Spirit Gathering Silks every day," Zhu Que said.

"every day?"

"Yes, they're all made of this kind of spirit-gathering silk."

"Let me think..."

Xiao Cai thought for a few seconds, then nodded decisively: "Okay! Let's make it 200 spirit coins each!"

These Spirit Gathering Silks are exquisitely crafted and brand new, but their flaws detract from their value.

If she collects ten per day, it can significantly increase her monthly income.

The deal was finalized.

Xiao Cai put away the ten Spirit Gathering Cloths and promptly paid Zhu Que 2000 Spirit Coins.

The two said goodbye.

Xiao Cai returned to the driver's seat, started the car, and muttered to herself:

"The craftsmanship of these counterfeit spirit artifacts is getting more and more outrageous. This Spirit Gathering Silk is almost identical to the genuine article, except for that minor flaw..."

the other side.

Zhu Que felt a slight warmth in his heart as he held 2000 spirit coins in his pocket.

2000 spirit coins isn't a lot, but the main thing is that it provides a source of income.

Earning a stable 2000 spirit coins every day was practically a windfall for someone like him, a "fifth-class commoner".

It should be noted that even a fourth-class person's monthly salary is only around seven thousand spirit coins.

Afterwards, he bought some water and braised meat at the supermarket and then went to the Hope Self-Help Training Center.

The night was deep, and it was eight o'clock in the evening.

Zhu Que spent 960 spirit coins to rent a beginner's training room from 8 pm to 6 am the next day.

"Let my path of cultivation begin!"

Zhu Que's eyes were bright, filled with an undisguised excitement.