System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 646 - 302: Revealing the Heavenly Secret, Taking Action to Eliminate. (Requesting Monthly Votes)_4
"What do you think of this market price?"
"The market... let’s not talk about it for now, but the battlefield definitely won’t smile."
A hint of a bittersweet expression flashed in the middle-aged man’s eyes as he said, "I didn’t expect that the senior really intended to gift me an opportunity, but this opportunity is something my ’Venomous Snake Sect’ truly can’t digest. We’ve smashed so many alchemists’ rice bowls, and with so many interests at stake, many sects and families will besiege the ’Venomous Snake Sect’."
"The extinction of the sect is just around the corner."
"I will provide you protection."
"What kind of protection?"
"What’s the cultivation level of the strongest in your cultivation world?"
"Officially, it’s Nascent Soul stage level 9. A Divinity Transformation ancestor hasn’t appeared for a long time, nor has anyone broken through for ages."
"Nascent Soul level 9, that is... level 39."
"Do you have puppets in your cultivation world?"
"Yes, our ’Venomous Snake Sect’ mainly practices puppet manipulation."
"Venomous Snake Sect and puppets, these two words don’t seem to have any connection."
"Originally, we were demon cultivators. A few sect masters ago, it was decided that demon cultivation was not a viable long-term path, so we switched to cultivating puppets, though the sect’s name wasn’t changed."
"Alright, I will give you a batch of puppets at the Nascent Soul stage level 9 to help you guard the formation."
"One might not be enough, those sects... wait, a batch?"
"Yes, a batch."
Chen Mang laughed and patted the shoulder of the middle-aged man, "How about it, excited? From today, your sect will be the strongest force in the entire cultivation world, unstoppable."
"And you shall be my exclusive supplier."
"As the third elder, I don’t feel secure; you need to be the sect master of the Venomous Snake Sect."
"Senior, I have no intention of rebelling, the current sect master treats me well."
"But I only recognize you; only you can be the sect master."
"If..."
The middle-aged man murmured with a dazed expression, "If there are many such quality ’Bone Marrow Cleansing Pills’, and with a large number of puppets at Nascent Soul stage level 9 to assist, then... a lot of spirit stones can be earned."
"But..."
He expressed his confusion, "Why is such a good thing priced so low? Even pricing it at 10,000 spirit stones, people would definitely buy it."
"In the entire ’Kasha Civilization Federation’, the spirit stone reserves of the cultivation civilization are not considered few."
"After all—"
"The cultivation civilization’s consumption of spirit stones isn’t as extravagant as your mechanical trains, it’s consumed gradually. Many sects and families have accumulated a lot of spirit stones, and these sects and families often have heritage going back thousands of years, with deep foundations."
"Because I want to earn everyone’s spirit stones, if the price is too high, many people won’t afford it. There’s no need to worry about the wealthy ones; I have other products to harvest them, oh no, sell to them."
Chen Mang said with a smile, suddenly curious about how the cultivation world would turn out after being flooded by him.
Everyone’s potential greatly increased.
Everyone like dragons.
In a way, he was essentially greatly enhancing the foundation and potential of a civilization, which could lead to sanctification.
"Since you and I hit it off so well and our communication is smooth."
"Please stay on my train for a few days; I still have a matter to handle these days. Once that matter is settled, I’ll personally lead a puppet army to escort you back to the sect and help you ascend to the sect master’s position."
"By the way, I forgot to ask you, what brings you to the Peace-Seeking Civilization?"
"Memory deletion."
"What memory deletion?"
"It’s already deleted... naturally forgotten."
"Your cultivation civilization also has a ’Memory Bank’, why not delete it there?"
"Also forgotten..."
"Alright then."
Chen Mang looked towards Zhang Yi and Zhang Er standing at the alley entrance and waved them over. Shortly, Zhang Yi came in carrying a refrigerator with large strides.
"Please come in."
...
"A fertile land indeed."
Inside the Constant Star Train.
Chen Mang sat on a chair, looking at the information Ai had organized from Zhang Qiudao through inquiries, muttering dazedly.
The iron ore reserves of this cultivation civilization are not among the top in the entire ’Kasha Civilization Federation’, nor are they very forward-rank, as it’s a habitable planet and shouldn’t have too many advanced iron deposits.
But it prevails in having existed long enough.
A large amount of iron ore has been stored up.
This is the biggest weakness of the ’Cultivation Civilization’: no matter how many spirit stones, they can’t instantly convert into combat power. The more accumulated, the more attractive they become.
He needs to prepare in advance.
Not only for the siege of strong cultivators but also the covetous eyes from other civilizations.
It’s an extremely profitable business.
Likely to attract envy.
He needs to solve these petty beings under the radar of advanced civilizations and test the ’Cultivation Civilization’ to see how much this deal could earn.
First, sleep.
Tomorrow, after waking up, he needs to first retrieve that batch of high-precision instruments transported by the ’Jiang Family’ merchants.
Suddenly realized he had a really busy day.
Feeling somewhat fatigued, Chen Mang undressed, washed, and then lay down on the bed, gradually drifting into slumber.
That night.
Chen Mang slept well.
But—
Some people tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
For instance... Zhou Shen.
...
In the suburban manor of Sanshui City.
Night had fallen, the celebration banquet had ended, and the originally noisy and lively sounds gradually faded away.
After seeing off the last guest, Zhou Shen drunkenly walked into his bedroom. At the moment of pushing the door, his once cloudy eyes suddenly became clear.
Sitting on a chair, looking at the treetop swaying with the wind in the yard outside the window.
Then looking down at his watch.
With a face changing between gloomy and uncertain, after a long silence, he took off his watch and placed it aside, choosing to remain silent and not tell others about Master Mang’s existence.
