Golden Bell Talisman!

The stalls in the Market had dedicated Wooden Tokens with prices written on them. The Golden Bell Talisman, an elementary mid-grade Spirit Talisman, was worth eight Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Chen Wang had once seen someone use a Golden Bell Talisman. A thin layer of golden light protected the body, faintly taking the shape of a golden bell. Blades and spears could not pierce it, and spells could hardly harm it. Its defensive power was extraordinarily strong.

What Chen Wang drew was the Wind Riding Talisman, an auxiliary talisman that could increase speed.

The Golden Bell Talisman, meanwhile, was an offensive and defensive talisman, and cost more.

The elementary low-grade Spirit Talismans he made could sell for one or two Low-Grade Spirit Stones depending on the type of spell. The Wind Riding Talisman could only sell for one, since it was neither a primary offensive nor defensive talisman. Chen Wang only knew how to draw two kinds of talismans: the Wind Riding Talisman and the Mind Calming Talisman. The Mind Calming Talisman was used by cultivators to strengthen their focus, cast aside outside distractions, and cultivate. It was even more difficult to draw than the Wind Riding Talisman.

Therefore, Chen Wang had never tried drawing one.

A stack of Talisman Paper alone was worth one Spirit Stone, and the failure rate for drawing Mind Calming Talismans was high. He simply could not afford to burn money like that.

As Chen Wang walked along, he suddenly noticed three or four people gathered around a stall, haggling.

Someone was selling an elementary high-grade Spirit Talisman, a Fire Dragon Talisman, worth fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

This was the only stall in the Market selling high-grade Spirit Talismans.

Chen Wang stood there for a moment and found that the spiritual energy fluctuations of this high-grade Spirit Talisman far surpassed those of his Wind Riding Talisman. The richness of its spiritual energy was simply beyond comparison.

"This is good stuff."

Chen Wang thought.

At that moment, a young cultivator was bargaining with the stall owner.

He wanted to buy it for forty-eight Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

The stall owner was a bald old man with a wine gourd hanging from his waist and straw sandals on his feet. His expression was indifferent, and he had no interest in entertaining the young cultivator at all. "One price: fifty Spirit Stones. Buy it or leave."

After that, no matter how the young cultivator haggled, the bald old man ignored him.

This is a Talisman Master capable of drawing elementary high-grade talismans.

Chen Wang thought.

After wandering around the Market for half the day, Chen Wang left contentedly.

He still tightly clutched that one Low-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand. His figure receding into the wind looked somewhat bleak. For a bottom-tier cultivator who had only just built up some savings, it did not matter how long he strolled through the Market stalls. In any case, his assets would not shrink.

Wasteland World.

Qiongqi Mining.

On the third floor of a steel building, the walls were covered in red and green painted patterns: women with exaggerated proportions, giving the place a chaotic, frenzied feeling.

Ore that glowed red was embedded in the walls, while men and women everywhere drank and clinked glasses.

Chen Wang held a yellow wineglass and leisurely sipped whiskey. He wore a Camouflage Uniform, his features sharply sculpted, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with an exceptionally handsome appearance.

This was not a bar thick with the scent of hormones.

Nor had Chen Wang come here to indulge the desires in his body.

He had come to trade weapons.

After the Great Winter, the world's economic system had suffered an immense shock. Currency had become extremely valuable, all kinds of supplies were scarce, and many people lived at the bottom, in conditions even more miserable than the lowest cultivators in the cultivation world.

"Pretty Boy, let big sister have a good look at you."

A tall woman walked over. She was young and beautiful, with long wavy hair, a voluptuous figure, and a black bodycon skirt that traced her alluring curves.

Chen Wang had just finished a cigarette and calmly crushed it out in the ashtray. The woman breathed fragrance as she leaned close and whispered, "Can I buy you a drink?"

Taking the opportunity, she placed a hand on Chen Wang's chest and began to feel him up.

Chen Wang was now a Tier 2 Soldier. Though he looked tall and lean in clothes, the muscles beneath were exceptionally firm. His six-pack abs were like cast steel, sharply defined.

The seemingly drunk, seductive woman's eyes lit up slightly.

Chen Wang raised a brow and smiled. "Sure."

The seductive woman leaned against Chen Wang. Her body was soft, and she carried a faint scent of perfume. "Moli, he can't keep you company today."

A cold voice rang out.

The speaker was a tall young woman with a high ponytail and a heroic air between her brows.

Slap! She smacked a Browning Pistol onto the table and wedged herself between the two of them. The languid, alluring mature woman's expression instantly turned ugly.

She seemed somewhat wary of the young woman who had slammed the gun down, her expression shifting uncertainly.

Chen Wang took a drag from the cigarette between his lips, walked over to the plump, seductive woman, and said softly, "I'll find you later."

The mature woman with the full chest and pert hips looked somewhat less displeased, then clicked away in her high heels.

The young woman with the high ponytail was called Gao Yanan.

She was a Tier 2 special soldier, an Earth Mutant, capable of controlling a certain amount of Earth Element and altering terrain.

Gene Serum modifications came in all shapes and forms. A direction like hers was even somewhat similar to a mage's, though it likewise greatly improved physical fitness.

Chen Wang watched the mature woman called Moli sway away with her slender waist, sighed inwardly, then turned around with a sigh. "Gao Yanan, you were being a little too aggressive."

Gao Yanan crossed her arms and sneered. "What, weren't you only here to buy guns from me? Were you planning to have a quick fuck with that woman first?"

Chen Wang sighed softly.

Gao Yanan snorted. "That woman is cheap. Fifty a night."

Now that the Great Winter had passed, currency had become immensely valuable. A beautiful woman like that indeed only cost thirty or fifty for a night.

Chen Wang shook his head without committing himself. "Shall we look at the guns first?"

Gao Yanan said flatly, "One thousand."

Chen Wang laughed. "We're so familiar with each other. You're charging me just to look at the guns?"

Gao Yanan lifted her chin. "You have money to play with women, but no money to look at guns. If you don't have the money, forget it."

Tsundere, cold, unruly—these traits were all displayed by this young woman, Gao Yanan.

Chen Wang took a drag from his cigarette, stared at her with a smile, and said nothing.

He took out one thousand from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Gao Yanan glanced at the money. Rather than improving, her expression turned even colder as she said stiffly,

"Let's go. My people have been waiting upstairs for a long time."

She put away the money, then took the lead, striding upstairs on her two long Long Legs.

The third floor was for trading and entertainment. The Fourth Floor was where the real arms trading took place.

A burly buzz-cut man pushed over a pitch-black iron rack. His gaze was sharp, his muscles knotted, and his body was covered in all kinds of tattoos. A huge tiger head covered his chest, vivid as if alive.

"What kind are you buying?"

Gao Yanan asked in a hard voice.

After becoming a Tier 2 Gene Warrior, Chen Wang's demand for firearms had increased. Ordinary guns were no longer powerful enough for him.

"Powerful and easy to carry."

Chen Wang said in a low voice.