Chapter 39: Qingtong Products Must Be Top-Notch
[Mushroom hates potato: Feng, I bet on you to win and made 10 million, hehe~ I'm awesome~~]
"..."
Looking at the text message from Mushroom, Xia Feng mourned for the casino dealer for half a second.
Originally, it was just a small gambling pool, but 30 million had been taken away by Xia Feng, Mushroom, and Mu Qingtong. He wondered if the dealer even had enough money left to keep operating.
"9.9 million, it's in your account," Wei Shutong said with a blank expression.
Seeing the string of zeros in his bank account, Xia Feng's heart almost skipped a beat. The feeling of becoming rich overnight was surreal, but it had truly happened. The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears as he grinned.
It seemed that, for the time being, he wouldn't have to worry too much about funds for summoning materials or promotion materials. At least not in the short term.
Xia Feng looked up at the greasy uncle's unpleasant expression and smiled. "What's wrong, Old Wei? Did you really bet on me to lose?"
Wei Shutong didn't respond. Instead, he took out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the cabinet.
Xia Feng shook his head. "I don't need that. I don't drink."
Wei Shutong, still expressionless, pulled out a can of boxed soy milk from the bottom of the wine cabinet. He opened it and poured the soy milk slowly into one of the wine glasses.
"..." Xia Feng was speechless. "Well, you didn't have to make it so fancy."
As the milky liquid swirled in the glass, the slick-haired uncle remained calm. "Celebrating victory requires a sense of ceremony. It's an essential step."
"And it looks cool this way!" He raised his glass.
No, it just looks pretentious, Xia Feng thought, but he had no choice but to take the soy milk-filled wine glass.
"I have to say, I really didn't expect you to have such a powerful spiritual weapon," Wei Shutong admitted. Despite losing a lot of money, he didn't seem too upset.
Xia Feng took a sip. The soy milk was just the right level of sweetness. Not bad. Comrade Wei was quite thoughtful.
"By the way," Xia Feng set down the glass and asked, "Old Wei, do you know anything about Pingshan Hospital?"
"Pingshan?" Wei Shutong paused, looking puzzled. "There are Pingshan hospitals on Beinong Avenue and Seymour Street. Why? Is your friend hospitalized?"
"Oh, no," Xia Feng coughed. "It's just that a friend of mine wants to know if there have been any extraordinary events related to Pingshan Hospital."
Xia Feng had already checked online. There were indeed two hospitals named "Pingshan" in District 51. He had even visited both in the past five days but found nothing unusual.
"Extraordinary events?"
Wei Shutong's eyes flickered, but he shook his head. "The Six-Tailed Society has handled many private commissions involving extraordinary events and has even cooperated with the Holy Department. But I've never heard of anything unusual happening at Pingshan Hospital."
Extraordinary events typically included crimes committed by spiritualists, chaos caused by evil beasts, or spiritual weapons going out of control.
Xia Feng felt that his dream must be connected to an extraordinary event. Every scene from the dream was vividly etched in his mind, including the appearance of his "daughter."
["Resident Evil, don't ask questions. I am your daughter. Follow me to save your wife!"
"This is a hospital. Is my wife a doctor?"
"Your wife is about to be born."]
Xia Feng's dream was to marry a beautiful and interesting wife, preferably not a world-destroying villain. Naturally, this "unborn wife" piqued his curiosity.
Of course, it must be clarified that he wasn't a super pervert. Really! He was just a little curious about this strange event.
After chatting for a while, Xia Feng bid farewell to Wei Shutong.
The next few days were uneventful. He visited Mushroom's house to play with cats and games, searched for information about Pingshan Hospital, and used Mu Qingtong's connections to buy someInfinite Stone. He continued his laid-back, geeky lifestyle.
As for Yan Xujia, he heard that Yan had just woken up yesterday. The procedures for his exile to Southern Xinjiang wouldn't be approved until the day after tomorrow. Qichen would arrive three days later. Xia Feng could wait. The journey to Southern Xinjiang required passing through Yongliuhai, a lawless area like the Evil Dragon Forest—a perfect place for killing and robbing!
But today, he received some troubling news.
[Experience Package: Recently, Infinite Stone in several underground channels has been purchased in large quantities by a mysterious individual. It's difficult to acquire now. I'll keep an eye out for you.]
Large-scale purchases of Infinite Stone? Xia Feng frowned. This didn't seem like a simple matter. Normally, people bought one or two grams for experiments or small formations. Such a massive purchase suggested something more sinister—perhaps a cult causing trouble.
The situation was sudden, but fortunately, Xia Feng still had 1 gram of Infinite Stone. He had time to figure things out.
[The experiment has made new progress. Mu Qingtong decided to relax and began researching the wind-controlling spiritual clothes with the lowest energy consumption. Your understanding of spiritual clothes has improved——]
Just as Xia Feng was pondering, the evil demon heart responded again.
[After thinking for two and a half seconds, your understanding of the wind-controlling spiritual clothes has greatly improved. You have successfully mastered the N-level spiritual clothes "Stepping on Each Other's Feet to Ascend to Heaven."]
Xia Feng: "..."
It's you again, Mu Qingtong.
Although the spiritual clothes were strange, Xia Feng was getting used to it. Over the past few days, Mu Qingtong seemed to have been inspired by something and entered a hardcore learning mode. She produced all sorts of bizarre N-level spiritual clothes, occasionally throwing in a D-level one, though most were useless auxiliary skills.
However, there was one spiritual clothes Xia Feng particularly liked: the Qingtong mask.
Originally, the Qingtong mask was just an N-level spiritual clothes used to reduce one's presence. But one night, while practicing spiritual songs, Mu Qingtong suddenly upgraded it to D-level.
[Qingtong Mask]
[Spiritual Clothing Level: D-level]
[Introduction: Produced by Qingtong, it must be a top-quality product!]
[Function: Wearing it reduces your presence and resists peeping and probing from spiritual tools below A-level (including but not limited to spiritual pressure, appearance, body shape, real location, etc.).]
[Limitation: Time limit of 6 hours, cooldown of 6 hours.]
It had to be said, Goddess Mu wasn't exaggerating. Although this was a D-level item, it could block C-level and B-level tools. Given that A-level spiritual tools were rare, this mask was virtually impenetrable. It was outrageous!
As Xia Feng marveled at Mu Qingtong's genius, his eyes suddenly paused on a search result on his computer screen.
In the center of the screen was a blurry photo, looking like it was taken 20 or 30 years ago.
Xia Feng zoomed in on the round mold in the picture. The accompanying text stated that this mold was used to store Infinite Stone.
"What the hell?" Xia Feng exclaimed, pulling out the Pingshan pocket watch. It was 80% similar to the mold in the picture.
"Is this pocket watch used to store Infinite Stone?"
Infinite Stone, once mined, typically had a lifespan of two months. If not used within that time, it would automatically quantize and disappear into the quantum field.
Therefore, the longer the lifespan of the Infinite Stone, the more expensive it will be.
To address this, spiritual scientists developed a special device to store Infinite Stone and extend its lifespan. However, these devices couldn't be mass-produced, and the materials were hard to come by. As a result, they weren't sold on the market and were extremely precious.
(End of this chapter)