In Qing Linyun's dormitory, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the master bedroom, his eyes slightly closed.
He has already broken through ten of the eighteen seals of the Golden Dragon King, and his power has been basically assimilated, so it will not affect his normal cultivation. Therefore, he plans to break through two more seals today.
Golden dragon power surged from his dantian, flowing through his meridians in concentric circles.
When the first seal cracked, his muscles tensed up, and a layer of pale golden patterns appeared on the surface of the panel.
The moment the second seal shattered, that bloodline power surged through his limbs and bones like a flood bursting its banks.
Qing Linyun groaned, enduring immense pain.
It really hurts.
But after the pain, the exhilarating feeling of being completely reforged is real.
He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, clenched his fist, felt the power within his body, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.
'Twelve questions.'
He counted silently in his mind.
'At this rate, his physical strength is already approaching that of Limit Douluo. If he breaks three or four more seals, without needing Battle Armor or Martial Soul, he can contend with Quasi-God based solely on his physical body.'
Qing Linyun looked down at his hands.
The golden lines on the back of his hand were slowly fading, but he could feel that the power beneath his skin had become even more solid than yesterday.
That Golden Dragon King truly lives up to its reputation for inheriting the physical strength of the Dragon God. Just relying on its bloodline to enhance its body is already this monstrous; if it were to truly unlock all eighteen seals, it would be unstoppable.
No rush.
He patted his knees and jumped off the bed.
'One must eat one bite at a time, and break one seal at a time. Only by establishing the rules for breaking seals can the Golden Dragon King Bloodline be absorbed without causing heartburn.'
He strolled leisurely into the living room, leaned back on the sofa, and his consciousness sank into the system.
He would take a look at the four items that he reorganized every morning at eight o'clock without fail.
It's just like when I was playing on Blue Planet. Ever since I started playing this game, every morning when I wake up at 8 o'clock, I unconsciously open the Variant interface to see what I've gotten that day.
The first three items I got today were practically a joke.
The first item is a cold salad of Blue Silver rabbit ears, costing 780 Federation Coin.
'Why don't you just sell a plate of Kung Pao rabbit?'
Qing Linyun's lips twitched.
The second item is a century-old bonsai of pteris vittata, priced at 26,000.
'Is this thing just for display in the living room?'
The third item is a level 6 charged Soul Tool, worth 120,000.
'You have the nerve to sell these things in the Soul Tool workshop of the Heaven-Supporting Pillar, with a whole room full of them?'
He rolled his eyes and shifted his gaze to the third item.
That was Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit.
Upon closer inspection, Qing Linyun recognized it as a ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Ice-Attribute Soul Spirit, in the form of a pure white Icefield Snow Fox, priced at thirty-eight million.
'That's a good option.'
He touched his chin.
Wasn't Wu Changkong always thinking about breaking through to the seventh ring with his Ten-Thousand-Year Ice-Attribute Soul Spirit?
I've gathered most of the materials, just need a suitable Soul Spirit. This Icefield Snow Fox has attributes that lean towards control and agility, making it a good match for Wu Changkong.
'Make a note of this, I'll buy it and send it to him later.'
Qing Linyun shifted his gaze to the fifth item.
Then he froze.
The fourth item is pictured as a gun.
The gun was silver-white with a long, narrow blade, radiating a chilling aura. The gun was engraved with dense dragon patterns, seven flowing lines of color within them, making the patterns appear alive, as if they were slowly moving within the design.
A line of small print was written below.
'Divine Artifact - Silver Dragon Spear. Price: Four Billion Federation Coin.'
Qing Linyun stared at that line of text for a full five seconds.
He thought he was seeing things.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.
Silver Dragon Spear.
A magical artifact.
Four billion.
Qing Linyun sat up straight on the sofa.
The expression on his face changed from confusion to shock, and then from shock to a kind of absurd, ghostly look.
Silver Dragon Spear.
He knows this thing too well.
The Silver Dragon King's natal weapon. Gu Yue will be using this gun from now on.
'System, you're fucking awesome!'
'You dare sell the Silver Dragon King's artifact? Where did you steal this from? You even managed to farm this thing?'
He stared intently at the fourth item, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
What level is the Silver Dragon Spear? It's a divine weapon on par with the Golden Dragon Spear, a symbol of the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena's status. In the original story, Gu Yue wielded this spear while fighting alongside Tang Wulin.
Qing Linyun truly hadn't expected that such a thing could be obtained through farming. If that meant things like the Sea God Godhood and the Asura God Godhood could also be farmed in the future?
What will we use for Gu Yue in the future?
Qing Linyun stroked his chin, a ridiculous idea popping into his head.
'She probably has one too, right?'
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
The system never plays by the rules. It can extract the Golden Dragon King Bloodline from Tang Wulin, so what if it generates an extra artifact from the Silver Dragon King?
The main reason was that he was also a bit confused about the situation between Na'er and Gu Yue, since Na'er's awakened Martial Soul was the Silver Dragon Spear.
However, this thing is indeed interesting.
In other words.
'I bought this Silver Dragon Spear. Just wait until she sees me wielding her most prized weapon, that expression will be priceless.'
He imagined Gu Yue's reaction when he saw the Silver Dragon Spear.
Her cool, aloof face instantly cracked; her Elementalist Martial Soul almost couldn't hold back, and the seven elements drifted wildly around the classroom.
'Tsk.'
Qing Linyun clicked his tongue, his smile now carrying a hint of malice.
He's not buying weapons.
He's gathering material for his future antics with Gu Yue.
'but.'
He glanced at the four billion price tag, and his smile slowly faded.
Four billion.
Last time, he spent 5 billion yuan in one go to buy the Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon Right Palm Bone, squeezing out all his cash flow.
After selling Soul Spirit to recoup his losses, and with the money in the company's accounts, he now has about a billion yuan in readily available cash.
It's still far from four billion.
'You can never have too many magical artifacts.'
Qing Linyun gritted his teeth.
He already possesses a Golden Dragon Spear, which has a built-in devouring skill. If he could also acquire the Silver Dragon Spear...
An even bolder idea popped into his head.
Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear.
The bloodline of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King.
Can these two guns combine?
In the original story, the Silver Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King were originally one, but the Dragon God split into the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King. Could the two dragon spears, one golden and one silver, also merge into one like the Silver Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King?
If they could really combine...
'What could that be? The Dragon God Spear? Although it's not in the original work, it's certainly worth a try.'
Qing Linyun's breathing became a little heavier.
He currently possesses the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul, the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, and the Golden Dragon Spear. If he were to add the Silver Dragon Spear, and then acquire a combined gold and silver Dragon God Spear...
This setup is probably even more luxurious than that old man Tang San's.
'purchase.'
'Must buy.'
But I have no money.
As the saying goes, even a hero can be brought down by a penny, Qing Linyun is now facing this predicament.
Qing Linyun leaned back on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Where does the money come from?
The little pocket money he has in his account is definitely not enough.
The company's money can't be touched carelessly. We need to support thousands of people at the top, Heaven-Supporting Pillar the Soul Spirit Production Line running, and pay the salaries of the Level 9 Mecha Manufacturer. That's liquid money; we can't afford to move it.
'Who should I ask for it?'
Ye Lingling.
Qing Linyun's eyes lit up.
Ye Lingling manages all the finances of the Heaven-Supporting Pillar, and she has the most project funds at her disposal. Moreover, this girl has always doted on him, so if he asks for money, Ye Lingling can't possibly refuse.
'It's settled then.'
He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed his coat, and headed outside.
Meanwhile, in a first-year classroom at the Eastsea Academy.
Gu Yue sat by the window, twirling a pen in her hand.
Wu Changkong was writing notes on the theory of Soul Master on the blackboard, chalk dust falling down in a flurry.
Gu Yue didn't hear a single word.
She had been feeling uneasy ever since.
That feeling was strange.
It felt like something important had been moved, or like something was approaching her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, just a strange, inexplicable unease.
She frowned and raised her hand to press her temples.
"What's wrong."