Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors

Without that iron plate, the shared bicycle was nothing but an utterly unremarkable piece of scrap metal.

Even with the iron plate's enhancement, Yang Yong still couldn't catch up with the bus.

Seeing that it was hopeless, Yang Yong chased it for a stretch before spotting a battered van parked by the roadside. He stopped, then hurried over to inspect it.

"What's that idiot trying to do? Does he think that wreck can still run?"

"What a pipe dream. If it could run, someone would've driven it away ages ago. Why would it have been abandoned halfway?"

The survivors' mocking voices came from behind him, their tones dripping with scorn.

Apparently, in their eyes, if they couldn't do something, no one else could either.

Yang Yong couldn't be bothered with them.

Over the past three months, he had already tested the iron plate. Besides using it on himself to enhance his physical attributes, he could also apply it to any vehicle as a power source.

As long as the vehicle's wheels were intact, it could run normally.

Of course, the iron plate's energy didn't come from nowhere. It needed charging, and the method was simple: leave it beneath the Red Moon to absorb its energy.

Last night, he had left the shared bicycle beneath the Red Moon to charge, giving someone the chance to steal it.

He opened the door and carefully checked the van's condition, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

"Good."

All four wheels of the van were undamaged, fully meeting the conditions for enhancement.

As for why it had been abandoned here, Yang Yong couldn't care less.

"Come out, iron plate."

He gave a low shout. A faint light flashed in his palm, and the ink-black iron plate flew out of his body.

The iron plate was shaped like a token, its surface covered in densely packed, strange patterns that gave off an obscure sheen in the sunlight.

Yang Yong brought the iron plate close to the van. With a whoosh, it turned into a streak of light and merged straight into the bodywork.

Immediately afterward, silver lines appeared across the van's surface, flickering and flowing like the channels within a human body. Three breaths later, the lines slowly faded away without a trace.

Yang Yong sat in the driver's seat. The instant he gripped the steering wheel, a sense of control as natural as moving his own limbs arose within him.

It worked!

Delighted, he stepped on the accelerator, and the van actually began moving smoothly.

Haha, I knew it would work!

Yang Yong laughed excitedly and drove the van steadily along behind the convoy ahead.

Just then, a soft, sweet voice suddenly came from outside the window.

"Hey, handsome, you've got spare seats. Could you give me a ride?"

Yang Yong looked toward the voice and saw a young woman standing by the roadside, gazing at him eagerly.

She wore a yoga outfit that showed off her curves, with plenty of fullness in all the right places.

She seemed quite confident in her looks and was watching Yang Yong expectantly.

But...

Yang Yong drove straight off in the van without so much as a glance at her.

The woman hadn't heard the sound of an engine starting, and a wheel nearly ran over her foot. Furious, she immediately cursed, "Bastard!"

She spat viciously as she watched the van recede.

Inside the van, Yang Yong tested its speed. Its maximum was only around fifty kilometers an hour. It seemed the iron plate needed another upgrade to be adequate.

He turned his thoughts to the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace again, wondering how much longer it would take before he could use it once more.

Just then.

[Ding, Weird Artifact Material detected. Absorb?]

Huh?

Yang Yong froze.

A Weird Artifact?

Where?

Before getting in, he had clearly searched the van from top to bottom without finding anything unusual.

With no time to think it through, he silently said, Absorb.

The next second, a streak of light shot out from beneath the front passenger seat and plunged straight into his body.

Was that... a pair of scissors?

In that fleeting glimpse, Yang Yong saw an extremely ordinary pair of scissors, no different from the ones sold for two yuan at roadside convenience stores. He really couldn't see anything special about them.

After entering his body, the scissors headed straight for the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace and were instantly swallowed by it.

Immediately afterward, a continuous clanging of hammering and refining came from within the furnace.

The sound continued throughout the journey, only finally stopping when the convoy reached its next rest stop.

With a thought from Yang Yong, a streak of light flew out of his body and landed securely in his palm.

In his hand was a small pair of scissors. The blades were unremarkable, but two lifelike flood dragons adorned the handles. They actually bore some resemblance to the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors he had seen in films and television shows.

The instant the scissors reached his hand, a flood of information poured into his mind.

[Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, Curio, No. 8991. Can manifest twin flood dragons to shear enemies apart. Note: incomparably sharp!]

Holy shit! It's actually a Curio!

Yang Yong suddenly understood. For the past three months, he hadn't figured out how to use the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace at all.

By the look of things, as long as he collected enough weird-object materials, the furnace could theoretically forge him a complete set of equipment.

He immediately became full of anticipation for the next supply search.

Unfortunately, this time the convoy had only scheduled a rest and didn't allow anyone to go out searching.

"We're resting here until noon tomorrow!" The Convoy Assistant's voice rang through the camp.

Once the order was given, those with tents began setting up camp.

Yang Yong, however, strode furiously toward the bus.

It was time to settle some scores!

"What's he going to do?"

Everyone on the bus turned to look. Many who knew what had happened assumed he had come to make trouble for that old woman and immediately held their breath as they watched.

The passengers on the bus, however, all wore defiant expressions.

This migrating convoy had a strict hierarchy:

Sequence Transcendents ranked first, convoy management personnel second, and bus passengers third. Last came the unaffiliated people following the convoy in their own vehicles or on bicycles.

Whenever a conflict arose between bus passengers and the unaffiliated travelers, the former always banded together against outsiders.

As long as things didn't go too far, the Sequence Transcendents generally wouldn't intervene.

Seeing Yang Yong approach, the bus door opened with a clang. Several burly men rushed down and blocked the doorway, glaring at him with fierce expressions.

"Got a good show to watch?"

Captain Old Cao came out of his tent at the sound and murmured to himself as he looked at Yang Yong's back.

Not far away, the other two Sequence Transcendents reacted differently.

Wang Ying sat on the hood of the off-road vehicle, leisurely wiping her blade without even raising her eyelids.

Big Lunk Zheng Xiaofeng, on the other hand, perked up and watched with interest, wanting to see how Yang Yong would respond.

Facing the burly men blocking his way, Yang Yong kept walking and went straight up to them.

Seeing that their fierce looks hadn't frightened him, the men immediately bellowed, "What do you want?"

"To collect a debt!" Yang Yong said succinctly.

"Nobody here owes you anything!"

The man in the lead seemed to know something about what had happened, but his words lacked conviction.

Yang Yong ignored his argument entirely. His gaze blazed as he demanded coldly, "Who stole my bicycle last night? Step forward yourself!"