The Circle of High-End Harvesters

Although indirectly guiding Devil Yan's Wild Bull Technique through Chu Feixiong only added 68 Contribution Points.

But confirming the identity of the Elite Monster, Meng Chao can often go to Devil Yan to play, believing that Contribution Points will definitely be plentiful.

Chu Feixiong and Devil Yan agreed that after the first hurdle of the college entrance exam, the "school test," they would make the Wild Bull Technique public to the whole school, and Devil Yan guaranteed that he could get a large sum of cultivation resources from the Principal.

Taking advantage of the school is much more lucrative than small-scale squabbles between classmates, and Meng Chao naturally had no objections.

By the time school was over, counting Devil Yan's comprehension and the discussions in the study group, he had accumulated 1758 Contribution Points.

He squatted in a toilet stall and performed an Elementary Healing Technique once, raising the healing progress to 71%.

He poured the remaining Contribution Points into the proficiency of the Elementary Harvesting Technique.

Although a few hundred Contribution Points were not enough to raise the Elementary Harvesting Technique from "Expert" to "Master," every increase in proficiency could stir up fragments of past life memories accumulated deep in his mind, giving him a new understanding of harvesting.

He also vaguely thought of some ways to treat Ning Shewo.

Today was the day of the materials trade fair.

After school, Meng Chao didn't attend evening self-study and went directly to Tengyun Building by bus.

He vaguely remembered that in his previous life, he had also participated in some Monster Material Trade Fairs, which sounded very impressive, but were not much different from cutting pork in a wet market, with hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys flying all over the place, and everyone competing to bid.

But when he saw the magnificent Tengyun Building, and the various luxury cars parked in front of the building, and the gorgeously dressed men and women, Meng Chao looked down at his wrinkled school uniform and felt something was wrong.

Not to mention luxury cars, Dragon City has tight space, and parking fees, fuel surcharges, and vehicle and vessel usage taxes are astronomical figures. Just putting four wheels and two sofas together, and installing a crystal engine, as long as it can legally be on the road, is a symbol of nobility.

Although I was a Harvester for more than ten years in my previous life, I was always at the bottom of the circle. The trade fairs I attended at that time were all like wet markets, but this time it's an invitation from White-Haired Ghost Hand, so the level is naturally different. This outfit is a bit out of place.

Meng Chao didn't have the habit of pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

If he had thought of this earlier, he would have changed into a cleaner set of clothes for Ning Shewo's sake.

However, now that he was here, he was too lazy to go home to change, and besides, he didn't have any good clothes at home.

He slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, cleared his throat, and Meng Chao, without changing his expression, mingled among a group of well-dressed men and women and walked into Tengyun Building.

To show their nobility, five-star hotels are equipped with elevators as standard.

Meng Chao had only ridden an elevator a few times since he was a child, and he curiously took a few more glances as he watched others operate it skillfully.

Those men and women couldn't help but snicker at his appearance.

There were also bejeweled girls who whispered in their companions' ears, discussing his incongruity.

At the entrance of the trade fair, the security guards and waiters also looked at him with half-puzzled, half-vigilant eyes, confirming again and again before reluctantly letting him in.

"Sorry, Little Friend Meng, I'll be there in ten minutes. Are you alright?" Ning Shewo called soon after.

"It's alright, I got out of school early, Ning old sir, take your time." Meng Chao didn't care.

The trade fair took the form of a buffet cocktail party.

Compared to cutting pork in a wet market, it was more like a high society gala.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, trading Monster Materials was secondary; expanding contacts, building relationships, and business negotiations were the main purposes.

Meng Chao wandered around and overheard several influential figures discussing "small deals worth hundreds of millions."

He also saw many top Harvesters, their eyes gleaming and spirit patterns appearing on their hands, clearly transcendent beings, very reservedly boasting.

The content of their conversations revolved around, "How reckless so-and-so was, smashing so-and-so Super Beast's internal organs to a pulp with one punch. Others were helpless, but only I could perfectly extract the organs, ruined like mud, without damaging their slightest value."

Or, "So-and-so powerhouse is peerless in divine skill, but only trusts me to harvest the Super Beasts he hunts. If I'm unavailable, he'd rather not even go to the Mist Zone," and the like.

In their mouths, those peerless powerhouses who shook Dragon City had become reckless children, always messing up the monsters, requiring them to clean up the mess.

Knowing it was commercial boasting, Meng Chao still felt his heart surge—Harvesters were indeed one of the top-tier golden support professions!

As for the gazes cast at him, the luxurious environment, and the abundance of food, Meng Chao didn't care.

Yes, he was just an ordinary high school student.

But he was also someone who had witnessed the apocalypse.

In the apocalypse, even the most luxurious five-star hotels would be reduced to ruins; even the most exquisite beauties would become skeletal paintings; today's supreme powerhouses, commanding the world, would be tomorrow's struggling ants; no matter what upper class, wealthy family, or peerless divine skill you possessed, or how rich you were, it would all be like a dream bubble, without any meaning.

In this kind of Dragon City, was there any place he couldn't enter with equanimity, or anyone he had to bow his head to?

Meng Chao smiled and went straight to the food station.

The "Fire Seed" was good in every way, but each time he exchanged for Contribution Points, it consumed too much energy, requiring him to frantically replenish "fuel."

Since it was a five-star hotel buffet, it would be a pity not to fill up enough "fuel" for the next week in one go.

At these high-end receptions, no one really came to eat.

Meng Chao, carrying two full plates of food by himself, attracted even more attention.

He didn't care, but thinking he should give Old Ning some face, he simply found a corner behind a large flowerpot, sat cross-legged, and began to eat heartily.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, he suddenly heard someone gossiping.

"Hey, did you guys see that high school student, like a starving ghost reincarnated?"

"In the elevator just now, he stared at the buttons for a long time. No wonder he had to squeeze in with us. If he were alone, he probably couldn't even get to the second floor, right?"

"Isn't this trade fair invitation-only? Who invited this kind of person?"

Meng Chao narrowed his eyes and looked through the gaps in the plants, discovering seven or eight gorgeously dressed youths, exuding an air of superiority and condescension.

At the center was a handsome youth with somewhat puffy eyes and a hint of evil, whom others called "Jun Shao."

However, they stopped there and changed the subject, talking about the world outside the mist.

"My teacher said that the spatial turbulence will completely subside in three to five years at the earliest, and seven to eight years at the latest. By then, Dragon City will be completely integrated into the alien world, and the Dragon City Iron Cavalry can sweep across the battlefield and suppress everything!"

"That will be our world. Everyone will make contributions and definitely create history."

"People from the 'Alien Research Institute' say that alien creatures are not just monsters. There are many strange things, even low-level humanoids, like primitive people on Earth. I wonder if they're powerful?"

"Powerful? There are indeed many natives in the alien world, but they are very afraid of monsters. They call our transmigrated coordinates 'Demon Mountain, Blood-colored Mountain Range, Monster Mountain Range, Cursed Land,' etc. In other words, monsters are the peak combat power of the alien world."

"And we Earthlings, after only a few decades of transmigrating, are beating the monsters to a pulp. Haha, when we completely eliminate the monsters and the mist dissipates, whether it's other alien creatures or 'barbarians' wielding clubs and stone axes, they'll all be like chickens and dogs, at our mercy."

"Too bad, not exciting at all, not fun."

These scions of influential families all shook their heads and sighed.

Meng Chao couldn't help but laugh.

Indeed, the alien natives around the Monster Mountain Range feared monsters like demons, but so what?

On Earth, there's the Amazon rainforest, filled with giant pythons, crocodiles, piranhas, and other ferocious beasts, revered by many local natives.

If a group of unlucky aliens were to cross over to the depths of the Amazon rainforest, spend decades painstakingly eliminating the giant pythons, crocodiles, and piranhas, even defeating the jungle natives, then what?

Then, they'd think this was the peak combat power of Earth, that conquering the Amazon meant conquering the globe. When they gleefully charged out, they'd find the armies of Earth's five major powers quietly watching them.

The image was too beautiful; Meng Chao couldn't bear to watch.

He chuckled, "Pfft."

"Who's there?"

"Who is it!"

"What's so funny?"

The scions of influential families hadn't expected someone to be hiding behind the potted plants, eavesdropping and laughing at them.

When Meng Chao emerged, carrying two large trays of food scraps, their expressions became even more peculiar.

It was probably like, they really wanted to kick him, but were afraid of dirtying their shoes.

The sinister young man named "Jun Shao" stared at him intently.

Meng Chao didn't want to start a conflict with them and cause trouble for Old Ning, so he suppressed his laughter and left in a hurry.

The scions of influential families saw that he was covered in the smell of smoked meat and his hands were greasy, and they all avoided him like the plague.

Ning Shewo finally arrived.

Along with the gorgeously dressed Ning Xueshi.

Today, the young miss Ning was wearing a wine-red, low-cut evening gown. A string of crystal-clear necklaces hung on her swan-like, slender jade neck, faintly exuding a captivating fragrance.

The mature attire, which perfectly accentuated her figure, coupled with the innate coldness between her brows, made the girl look several years older. However, the childishness inadvertently revealed made her seem like a little girl pretending to be a strong woman, attracting everyone's attention as soon as she appeared.

"That's White-Haired Ghost Hand's granddaughter?"

"A famous little beauty in the Harvester circle."

"Don't even think about it, she's very cold, she doesn't even give Jun Shao any face. Last time Jun Shao wanted to..."

Ning Shewo was also wearing a set of meticulously crafted haute couture made from many monster materials. His full head of white hair was combed meticulously, and the jade bone thumb ring on his right thumb added to his noble yet domineering aura.

Seeing this radiant grandfather and granddaughter actually walking towards that rustic high school student, everyone was stunned.

"Was this bumpkin invited by Ghost Hand Ning?"

Ning Shewo was also taken aback by Meng Chao's attire.

Through his contact with Meng Yishan, Ning Shewo knew that Meng Chao had no family background and was just an ordinary high school student.

However, the more he pondered Meng Chao's Reverse Lock Seven Solutions, the more he found it intriguing. He thought that Meng Chao must have had some fortuitous encounter, and his master must be a resounding figure in the circle. Since he had agreed to attend the banquet, his master would definitely teach him the basic etiquette.

Who knew that the geniuses of today were all so unconventional?

Ning Shewo thought for a moment, then hesitated, "Little friend Meng, are you... trying to show off?"

Meng Chao: "Huh?"

Ning Xueshi: "My grandfather means, are you deliberately dressing like this to provoke others' disdain for you, and then find an opportunity to slap them in the face, hoping to use this method to become famous in the Harvester circle?"

Meng Chao: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, why are people's thinking so strange lately!"

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