Three Kinds of Materials

But when Cao Xianming did not call him or Wang Ying over, he knew it was only a negotiating tactic, all for show.

Yang Yong did not want to bother with him either, so he quietly watched the situation unfold.

It seemed that when the two men saw Zou Wei take out the materials he had prepared to trade, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace inside Yang Yong began issuing alerts:

"Ding, artifact-refining material detected."

"Ding, artifact-refining material detected."

Almost every time Zou Wei took out a material, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace issued an alert.

Yang Yong's eyes immediately lit up as he looked at Zou Wei.

How did this guy have so many artifact-refining materials?

But then.

When he thought of how that steam train could travel underground and through mountains, he immediately understood where the materials had come from.

With a Magician's tricks, Zou Wei surely had some way of collecting materials underground or inside mountains while aboard the steam train.

Yang Yong stared at Zou Wei with shining eyes. For a moment, he even wanted to kill him and take his treasures.

Cao Xianming indeed made no moves while discussing things with Zou Wei.

In one hand, he held a small Data Model, only about the size of a die, which kept spinning in his palm, constantly analyzing whether the price was right.

"Great Magician Zou, you're asking for half my convoy's supplies in one go. That's impossible. These materials aren't much use to us even if we take them. Do you have any finished products to trade?" Cao Xianming said through gritted teeth.

"No." Zou Wei shook his head.

If he had a way to use these materials, he would have turned them into Curios to trade long ago.

Why would he still be dealing in raw materials?

"Without someone from a crafting Sequence like an artifact refiner or a mechanic, those artifact-refining materials are really just useless junk, no different from rocks. They aren't worth much."

The two continued their discussions.

Zou Wei did not get annoyed. He simply smiled as he looked at the Survival Convoy, especially its supplies.

Who knew what this fellow was thinking? When Old Cao asked for a lower price, he simply agreed.

In the end, three kinds of materials were selected:

One was Black Gold, a pitch-black stone with an unusual metallic sheen on its surface;

Another was called Space Stone, a transparent stone that seemed exceptionally tough;

The last looked like sand. Even Zou Wei did not seem to know exactly what it was, yet Cao Xianming had specifically chosen it.

When Yang Yong saw Cao Xianming occasionally glancing his way as he handled the materials, he had a bad feeling and quickly slipped away, hiding back in his farm vehicle.

But Old Cao had no intention of letting him off. He still strolled over to his vehicle and asked, "Did you sense it?"

Yang Yong looked utterly bewildered. "Sense what? What could I possibly sense?"

To his surprise, Cao Xianming said with an obnoxious grin, "Of all the materials he brought out, only these three are useful to us right now. And you're the only person in our convoy who can process them. You're telling me you didn't sense anything?"

Yang Yong was speechless. This sneaky bastard!

Still, with the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace constantly chiming away with alerts just now, Yang Yong had indeed heard plenty of them.

These materials could indeed trigger the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace.

Especially that Black Gold. For a moment, Yang Yong had even felt as though the furnace in his dantian wanted to fly over and swallow it.

Actually, Yang Yong had an idea.

If he put the Black Gold that had just appeared, the jade-like leg bone from before, and the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in Wang Ying's hands into the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace, it would surely forge an unparalleled weapon of destruction.

The thing was.

Yang Yong really was a little reluctant.

His own Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors had not even been upgraded yet, but he would be upgrading Wang Ying's equipment first instead.

Who knew when the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace would accumulate enough energy again?

He had already made up his mind.

But then...

The moment Yang Yong came out, he saw Wang Ying standing beside the off-road vehicle, looking at him eagerly.

Yang Yong instantly averted his eyes to watch the survivors unloading supplies from their vehicles. Only when he figured Wang Ying was no longer looking at him did he turn his gaze back.

Yet Wang Ying was still staring at him intently.

There's no getting out of it this time, Yang Yong thought.

It seemed Sister Ying had been wanting to upgrade that saber of hers for a long time.

Yang Yong made his decision and stopped hesitating. He said to Wang Ying,

"Sister Ying, bring me your Blood-Drinking Mad Saber, then bring over all the Black Gold the captain traded for."

"All right."

Wang Ying answered and immediately did as he asked.

Soon, she came over carrying a small bag. Inside were three pieces of Black Gold. The stones had a metallic sheen and were pitch-black all over, each bearing natural patterns.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."

The Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace kept issuing alerts.

Yang Yong pressed hard against his dantian to keep the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace from coming out. Instead, he took the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber and the Black Gold and hurried back to his farm vehicle.

Originally.

He had thought those three pieces of Black Gold would not weigh much.

But then.

Fuck!

Those three stones weighed nearly a hundred jin altogether!

A single stone, clearly only the size of a fist, actually weighed around thirty jin!

If he had not had the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors on him, Yang Yong really would not have been able to lift those three stones.

Fortunately, he managed not to embarrass himself.

After taking the materials back into the cab, Yang Yong glanced outside.

Sure enough, Wang Ying had not left. She stood guard beside the vehicle, apparently very anxious about her saber.

Yang Yong stopped hesitating and released the hand pressed against his dantian. Soon, a black hole appeared there.

The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber was sucked in first, followed by the jade-like leg bone, and then the three pieces of Black Gold.

After that, clanging sounds rang out continuously from inside Yang Yong's body.

All set.

Upgrading, forging, begin.

Now, all that remained was to wait.

The materials were a little high-grade this time. Who knew how long the clanging would last?

By the time Yang Yong came out, close to nightfall, Cao Xianming and Zou Wei had already finished trading supplies.

The convoy had traded a third of its supplies for those three kinds of artifact-refining materials.

Of course, whether Old Cao had pocketed any for himself was anyone's guess.

Once the quantities had been checked.

A whistle sounded again in the distance. The Never-Ending Steam Train had returned, clearly to pick up Zou Wei.

Looking at the supplies piled all over the ground, Cao Xianming asked Zou Wei, "Do you need help loading these onto the steam train?"

But Zou Wei shook his head. "The steam train won't stop. Even if you wanted to help, you couldn't."

Then he took out a flower.

The sight left everyone rather bewildered.

But when they remembered that his Sequence was called "Magician," it no longer seemed strange.

They were just a little puzzled. Was this fellow planning to perform a magic trick right here?

Everyone watched Zou Wei curiously.

And sure enough, he was.