Chapter 50 - 39. If it’s made of bronze, it must be of fine quality

[Mushroom hates Potato: Feng, I bet on you winning and made ten million, hehe~ I’m awesome, right~~] "..." Looking at the text from Mushroom, Xia Feng mourned for the casino’s bookie for half a second. The betting pool was small to begin with, and now thirty million had been swept away by Xia Feng, Mushroom, and Mu Qingtong; it made one wonder if the bookie had anything left to earn. "9.9 million, it’s been transferred to your account," Wei Shutong said expressionlessly. Eyeballing the endless zeros in his bank account, Xia Feng’s heart almost skipped a beat. It had to be said, this feeling of getting rich overnight was somewhat surreal. But it had indeed happened, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears. It seemed that whether it was buying summoning materials or leveling up materials, he wouldn’t need to worry about funds for a while, at least not in the near term. Xia Feng looked up at Uncle Greasehead’s unhappy expression and laughed, "What’s the matter, Old Wei, you didn’t actually bet on me to lose, did you?" Wei Shutong indicated he didn’t want to talk and took out a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses from the liquor cabinet. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Xia Feng shook his head, "I’ll pass, I don’t drink." Wei Shutong, still with a poker face, didn’t say a word but took out a cartoned soy milk from the bottom of the cabinet and elegantly poured it into the wine glass. "..." Xia Feng opened his mouth, "Ahem, there’s no need to be that fancy." Watching the creamy liquid swirl into the glass, Uncle Greasehead’s gaze was serene, "Celebrating a victory is about the ceremony, this is a necessary step." "And it’s cooler this way!" he raised his glass. No, it’s just pretentious, Xia Feng helplessly took the soy milk glass. "I have to say, I really didn’t expect you to have such an abnormal Spiritual Artifact," Wei Shutong said. Although he lost quite a bit of money, his mood wasn’t too bad. Xia Feng took a sip, smacking his lips at the flavor, hmm, the sweetness of the soy milk was just right, not bad, Comrade Xiao Wei had put thought into this~ "Oh, right." Setting down his glass, he suddenly asked, "Old Wei, do you know about Ping Shan Hospital?" "Ping Shan?" Wei Shutong paused and inquired with confusion, "There are Ping Shan Hospitals on both Beinong Avenue and Ximo Street. Why, do you have a friend in the hospital?" "Oh, that’s not it." Xia Feng coughed, "Just that I have a friend who wants to know if there have been any supernatural incidents at Ping Shan Hospital." Xia Feng had naturally searched online, and there were indeed two hospitals by the name ’Ping Shan’ in Zone 51. He had visited them over the past five days but hadn’t discovered anything unusual. "Supernatural incidents, huh..." Wei Shutong’s eyes flickered, shaking his head, "The Six-tailed Society has taken quite a few private supernatural incident cases and has even collaborated with the Holy Department, but I really haven’t heard of any supernatural incidents at Ping Shan Hospital." The so-called supernatural incidents included but were not limited to Spirit Masters committing crimes, Evil Beasts causing trouble, and Spiritual Artifacts going out of control. Xia Feng felt that his realistic dream had to be related to supernatural incidents; thus far, every scene in the dream was vivid in his mind, and he even remembered his daughter’s appearance with clarity. ["Biohazard – 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 modest dream was to marry someone beautiful and interesting... um, and definitely not some world-destroying supervillain. Therefore, this concept of an ’unborn wife’ naturally piqued his great interest. Of course, one thing he felt the need to state seriously was that he was not some super pervert. Really! He was just a bit too curious about such strange events. After chatting for a while longer, he bid farewell to Wei Shutong. In the next few days, life was sparse and ordinary, visiting Mushroom’s house to pet cats and play games, and searching for information about Ping Shan Hospital when there was time, meanwhile asking Mu Qingtong’s channels to buy some Infinite Stone so he could continue his laid-back otaku lifestyle. As for Yan Xujia, he had heard that Yan Xujia had only just awakened yesterday, and the procedure to send him to the Southern Border would not be approved until the day after tomorrow, with departure three days later. It was coming soon, and Xia Feng could wait. To go to the Southern Border, one must pass through the Eternal Flow Sea, which, like the Evil Dragon Forest, was unmanaged and an excellent place for murder and robbery! But today he received some disturbing news. [Experience Bag: Recently, all the Infinite Stones in the underground secret channels have been bought up in large quantities by a mysterious person, making them hard to come by. I can keep an eye out for you.] Someone buying up all the Infinite Stone in large quantities? Xia Feng’s brows furrowed, feeling that there was something amiss. Normal people purchase one or two grams of Infinite Stone either for experimenting or for setting up a small Array. He couldn’t think of anyone else who would buy so much besides a Cult planning something big. The matter was sudden, but luckily he still had 1g of Infinite Stone unused, so there was still plenty of time. [New progress in the experiment, Mu Qingtong decided to relax a bit, starting to research the least power-consuming Wind-controlling Spiritual Clothes, and your understanding of Spiritual Clothes has improved——] While Xia Feng was pondering, the Evil Demon Heart suddenly gave feedback again. [After thinking for two and a half seconds, your understanding of Wind-controlling Spirit Clothes has substantially improved, and you have successfully mastered Level N Spiritual Clothes "Step Heaven by Stepping on Opposite Feet".] Xia Feng: "..." You really did it again, Mu Qingtong. Although Spiritual Clothes were weird, Xia Feng was used to them by now. These past few days, Mu Qingtong had been somehow spurred on, entering a mode of diligent study. Various odd Level N Spiritual Clothes, as well as occasional notifications of mastering a Level D Spiritual Clothes, although most were auxiliary skills with little use. However, there was one Spiritual Clothes that Xia Feng quite liked – the Bronze Mask. Originally, the Bronze Mask was just a Level N Spiritual Clothes used to reduce presence, but Mu Qingtong seemed to have had a sudden inspiration one night while practicing spiritual songs, and unexpectedly raised the Bronze Mask to Level D. [Bronze Mask] [Spiritual Clothes Level: D-Level] [Description: Made by Tong, guaranteed to be of high quality!] [Effect: Wearing it can reduce presence, and withstand the prying of Peeping Spirit Devices below Level A (including but not limited to Spiritual Pressure, appearance, physique, real positioning, etc.).] [Limitation: 6-hour duration, 6-hour cooldown] You could only say that Mu Shen was not just all talk; although it was Level D, the effect could fend off Level C and Level B. Given that Level A Spiritual Artifacts were already rare and had to be Peeping Spirit Devices to see through the mask, it was effectively unseeable by anyone. Absolutely preposterous! While being astonished at Mu Shen’s greatness, Xia Feng’s gaze suddenly paused, intently staring at the search results on the webpage. The center of the computer screen. It was a patina-blurred image that looked like an old photo from twenty or thirty years ago. Xia Feng peered closely at the circular mold in the picture, according to the caption it was used for storing Infinite Stone. "What the hell?" Xia Feng exclaimed, surprised as he pulled out the Ping Mountain pocket watch, which was strikingly similar to the mold in the picture. "Was this pocket watch originally meant to store Infinite Stone?" Freshly mined Infinite Stone would generally have a two-month lifespan; if not used within those two months, it would automatically quantumize and enter the quantum domain, equivalent to vanishing into thin air. Therefore, the longer the lifespan of Infinite Stone, the more expensive it would be. To address this situation, Spirit Science researchers specifically developed special equipment for ’storing Infinite Stone to extend its lifespan.’ Since such storage equipment could not be mass-produced and the materials were difficult to obtain, they would never be sold in the market, and were extremely precious.