Ding—
After returning home, Xu Xi put away his umbrella.
A crisp notification sound rang in his ears.
It wasn’t from the simulator but from his phone.
[Your debit card account 9527 has received a deposit of 300,000.00 Huaxia currency today. Available balance: 323,333.00 Huaxia currency.]
“That fast?”
He took out his phone to check.
Xu Xi raised an eyebrow, surprised at the speed of the United Bureau.
But upon further thought, 300,000 Huaxia currency was nothing compared to a Golden Core Cultivator. It made sense that the Supernatural United Bureau would prioritize this.
Xu Xi didn’t dwell too much on the money.
After changing into clean clothes,
he lay back on the sofa, opened the Supernatural Home app on his phone, and after multiple verifications, entered the trading network exclusive to supernatural beings.
Talismans, combat techniques, martial arts, ghost cultivation secrets, the Great Harmony Technique.
Meteorite bows, alchemy furnaces, Gatling guns enchanted with holy light, armor-piercing rounds strengthened with heavenly thunder.
The options were endless.
Overwhelmingly abundant.
As an official trading network established by Huaxia, the variety of goods on Supernatural Home far exceeded Xu Xi’s expectations. He hadn’t expected the higher-ups to even produce enchanted firearms.
“This must be what they call keeping up with the times.”
After this brief reflection,
Xu Xi began searching for the items he wanted.
For a cultivator, the most important things were cultivation techniques and spells, but Xu Xi lacked neither.
Having experienced a life of cultivation, his mind was filled with secret techniques from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“Supernatural Home has a recycling function. Depending on the rarity of the item, it offers varying amounts of points. Maybe I can sell the Heavenly Sword Sect’s techniques at some point.”
“That way, I’ll have enough points to purchase other items and the information I need.”
Xu Xi pondered.
His fingers swiped across the phone screen.
He focused on filtering the four arts of cultivation: alchemy, artifact crafting, formation, and talismans.
Pills could assist in cultivation, artifacts could enhance a cultivator’s offensive and defensive capabilities, formations were versatile, and talismans were quick and efficient.
As a former master of the four arts,
Xu Xi naturally wanted to make the most of this talent.
He couldn’t let it go to waste.
So, Xu Xi planned to purchase materials from Supernatural Home and refine a complete system of alchemy, artifacts, formations, and talismans, integrating cultivation, protection, and offense.
As for why he didn’t buy finished products, the answer was simple: they were expensive.
On Supernatural Home, the price difference between finished products and raw materials was often several times, and the desired finished products might not even be available.
“Five years is just too short.”
“In such a short time, the Supernatural United Bureau probably doesn’t have many formal alchemists, artifact smiths, formation masters, or talisman makers.”
Xu Xi quickly figured out the reason for this awkward situation.
“Once I refine the items I need,”
“if I have enough time,”
“I can buy materials, craft finished products, and sell them on Supernatural Home. That way, I’ll have a stable source of points.”
Xu Xi muttered to himself, his eyes quickly scanning the phone screen as he added the desired materials to his cart.
Fox eyes, dragon bones, thunder essence gold.
Buy.
Buy them all!
He only stopped when he ran out of points.
“A thousand points are just too little. It’s not enough for what I need,” Xu Xi said regretfully, looking at the other items on Supernatural Home.
Apart from cultivation-related treasures, there were many other supernatural products.
Xu Xi really wanted to buy a few to study.
But with limited resources, he had to prioritize the materials he needed for alchemy, artifacts, formations, and talismans.
“I’ll stop here for now. There’s still plenty of time. No rush.”
Closing the Supernatural Home page,
Xu Xi closed his eyes to meditate.
Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this month, Xu Xi gradually adapted to his new life with restored legs. Most of the time, he stayed at home to cultivate, occasionally going out for a walk.
As the materials for alchemy, artifacts, formations, and talismans arrived,
Xu Xi crafted a complete set of spirit gathering formations and a large number of Yellow Dragon Pills to boost his cultivation speed.
Additionally, using his innate ability, Wood Regeneration, he cultivated a 500-point Dragon Vine.
He refined the vine into a sword,
forging the Forest Sword Peak’s signature treasure: the Withered Vine Sword.
Finally, Xu Xi drew numerous talismans. Although they weren’t as powerful as his direct attacks, it was always better to be prepared. He didn’t want to waste his talent.
Joining the Supernatural United Bureau didn’t make Xu Xi busier.
During this month,
he only took action twice.
The first time was to kill a suddenly appearing mutated raptor, which seemed to come from a fantasy world. Its wings blotted out the sky, casting a shadow over half the city.
Xu Xi wielded the Withered Vine Sword, slashing out a green sword beam from a distance.
The raptor was split in two.
Afterward, apart from the raptor’s flesh and materials, he received a reward from the United Bureau: one million Huaxia currency and five hundred points.
The second time was in the middle of the month when a massive ghost parade appeared.
The parade was grand, with countless ghosts, overwhelming the United Bureau’s supernatural agents. But they were all obliterated by Xu Xi’s sword beams.
His wood-attributed mana, brimming with vitality, was highly effective against such ghosts.
The reward this time was one and a half million Huaxia currency and nine hundred points.
After these two battles,
Xu Xi couldn’t help but sigh that money was indeed just a number. He no longer cared about it.
For the vast Yanshan City, there were more than two supernatural disasters in a month. However, some disasters were low-threat and handled by other supernatural agents.
As Director Zhang Yaoguo put it,
“Good steel should be used on the blade.”
As one of the few Golden Core combatants in the Yanshan United Bureau, Xu Xi’s role was to conserve his energy and handle truly high-threat anomalies.
Ordinary supernatural disasters could be left to weaker agents to handle, giving them a chance to hone their skills.
Xu Xi agreed with this arrangement.
The current pace was just right, neither interfering with his cultivation nor his ability to earn points from missions.
“But you can never have too many points.”
“I’ve recently spotted a few good items, and my points are running low. Since I can’t earn more by taking missions, I’ll have to rely on the four arts of cultivation.”
“Among alchemy, artifact crafting, formations, and talismans, alchemy has the widest applicability.”
“Not only can cultivators use pills, but other supernatural beings can as well, especially those from fantasy and martial arts backgrounds, who have a huge demand for pills.”
“I can start by refining pills to earn my first bucket of points, then keep rolling the snowball.”
At home,
Xu Xi browsed the product pages on Supernatural Home.
Just as he was about to purchase a batch of spiritual materials for alchemy, he suddenly received an urgent message from Zhang Yaoguo.
[Emergency, come quickly!]
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