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Chapter 127 The Talkative Servant
The group exchanged glances; in fact, everyone was looking at Xuan Jing.
"I...I'll donate two thousand, okay..." Xuan Jing was previously at the peak of the fourth level of Qi Refining, and after receiving some sweet rain, he advanced to the fifth level of Qi Refining. This time, he only has a little over two thousand military merit points.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Dahai immediately said, "I'll give you all my military merit points, and Wanbing Valley will reward you accordingly."
With Zhong Ming's and his own points combined, they barely managed to scrape together 10,000 points. They only had a few hundred points left as "pocket money."
Almost all of a squad's military merit points are here.
Xuan Jing silently turned around, covered his eyes with one hand, and said miserably, "Pay quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist going back on my word later."
"I will definitely pay it back."
“I’ll be your guarantor. If he doesn’t pay, I’ll give it back to you.” Zhong Ming was confident in doing so because he really did have some assets. The Heavenly Stone Mica that Master Bei gave him was extremely valuable, so valuable that he didn’t dare to take it out at all.
At the same time, he also believed in Yue Kaishan, saying that the most reliable thing in the world is a relationship of mutual benefit, and the most unreliable thing is also a relationship of mutual benefit.
He realized that the Yue family had something to offer him, because Yue Kaishan, this simple-minded fellow, "speaked frankly" and directly told him, "Before I set off, my cousin specifically told me that your skills would be highly valued by the Golden Wolf Army and the Flame Wolf Army."
Their in-laws want to win me over, so there must be some hidden interest involved.
Being a guarantor in the military is very dangerous; no one knows when the debtor will die. Of course, there are also good things; no one knows when the creditor will die.
Therefore, normal people, once they have military merit points, will frantically buy breakthrough pills, better armor, and more medical supplies...
Of course, those with even greater ambition would distribute all their military merit points to their own people.
Commonly known as raising a private army to win over people's hearts.
This is not uncommon, but rather very popular. A great general always has many loyal followers around him who can sacrifice themselves to block swords in times of emergency and lead the army in battle in conventional warfare. A personal guard of one hundred men can temporarily unite five hundred to one thousand scattered soldiers.
As for Yue Kaishan... it seems, probably, perhaps, should, approximately, possibly headed towards the direction of the three men's "personal troops".
With each stroke of the military merit points, a pang of pain shot through their hearts. The money they had risked their lives to earn had vanished like water. The instrument produced a voucher and an address, which the cultivators were left to discuss with the bigwig who manufactured the prosthetics.
These expensive artifacts are all exclusively crafted by great cultivators. Currently, the immortal master Liu, named "Yi Shou Zhenren," is out of seclusion, so you can go directly to him.
"Let's go without delay. We can deal with the other aspects of the transaction when Yue Kaishan is receiving treatment."
Zhong Ming was also eager to meet the grandmaster who made prosthetics.
He had an idea: could my "mirror polishing" process enhance the prosthesis?
Xuan Jing shook his head vigorously a few times, "I'll listen to you, Captain." He pushed Chen Dahai to walk in front.
"They even called me captain now. Is this the first time? I don't remember."
A team leader must take responsibility and be willing to act as a guarantor; Xuan Jing dared to call Zhong Ming the team leader.
The four left the private room and stood on the first floor of the Sky Stronghold's main hall, gazing up at the towering staircase. Here, the higher the status of the cultivator, the higher their residence; the prosthetic limb grandmaster must be an extremely high-ranking being, residing on the fourth floor.
The three of them glanced silently at Chen Dahai, then at the stairs.
Doesn't this place have an automatic elevator? They don't care about disabled people at all. Couldn't they have made a machine powered by spirit stones?
The two of them had become so adept at carrying Chen Dahai that it had become muscle memory.
At this moment, Zhong Ming suddenly realized that although Yue Kaishan was very depressed after losing his arm, they were so used to Chen Daoyou sitting in a wheelchair that they forgot he was also disabled. He was afraid that his quick agreement to lend us military merit points was related to our constant "carrying the sedan chair" for him.
He's also a loyal brother who isn't good with words.
Although our initial thought was something like, "If we take good care of this cultivator from Wanbing Valley, we can make him cover the expenses later..."
After repeated checks of documents and some tests they didn't even notice, the group of four finally arrived at the fourth floor.
The unadorned wooden corridor, the entire fourth floor is structured in a cross shape, with only a few rooms in each corridor, and the room they were going to was at the very end of the D-level passage.
Yue Kaishan mustered his courage and strode forward. There was a row of metal boxes hanging conspicuously on the wooden wall at the gate, with words written on each box.
"For those in the machinery manufacturing industry, press this doorbell (Welcome, only fools turn down money)... For old friends visiting, press this doorbell (Bring your own alcohol, don't steal my flamethrower fuel alcohol)... For those selling goods, press this doorbell (It'll explode, if you survive, we'll talk)..."
Each of the long row of doorbells had a thoughtful note written on it.
Yue Kaishan swallowed hard, opened the box representing mechanical manufacturing, inside was a large red button, glanced back at everyone, and pressed the button down heavily.
The door suddenly opened, and a sleazy voice immediately came from inside, "Welcome, rare guest! Please come in quickly!"
The group peered inside but saw no one, only a large pile of junk haphazardly scattered on the ground.
Of course, they only look like junk; each one would be a priceless treasure if appraised.
The voice continued, but it wasn't calling out to them anymore.
"My most honorable, outstanding, great and dearest master, your most loyal, reliable and adorable servant, Little Lionhead, reports to you that the guests who have come to purchase your great mechanical creations are waiting in the hall."
Zhong Ming then realized that the thing that had just spoken was actually a decorative item casually placed on a low cabinet. A black box with a golden square base was attached to a strange lion's head, which was several times smaller than a normal lion. Upon closer inspection, the thick lion's mane was not a natural creation, but rather formed by extremely fine metal wires intertwined together.
"Welcome, discerning guests, welcome to the world's most ingenious mechanical workshop! Here you'll find everything you could want—ship's wheels, shields, cannons, or anything else—everything you could desire. Oh, and would you like a cup of tea? I have the finest Tian Shan Snow Lotus Tea, made from the finest snow lotus from the majestic Hukosa Snow Mountain, steeped in Xuan-grade spiritual liquid for three hundred years. Its flavor is refreshing and delicate. Oh, and would you like to try the 666-year-old Xiaojie Yunzi Tea...?"
It kept talking incessantly, as if it never stopped pressing the buttons, and several people tried to speak but couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Until a withered, large hand pressed down on its head, violently twisting it 180 degrees to face a dilapidated wall.