noffsinger Chapter 2 starts with secondhand dealers.
Chapter 2 starts with secondhand dealers.
"Little brother, are you getting addicted to hugging me? Aren't you going to put me down?"
While Zhu Que was puzzled, the woman he was holding smiled slightly and said in a charming hum.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Zhu Que quickly put her down.
"Tsk tsk, what a handsome face! Do you have a girlfriend? Want to go out with me?"
The woman reached out and pinched his cheek, smiling as she spoke.
"Well……"
Zhu was momentarily at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond.
Just then, at the garbage dumping gate above, a young man shouted at the woman:
"Why didn't you die from this, you filthy bitch!"
"You son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you today!"
The woman was instantly enraged and stormed out through the iron gate.
As Zhu Que watched her departing figure, he was shocked to discover that although she was clearly a human, she had a fox tail trailing behind her.
"What is that??"
Zhu Que was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized—
So this "exquisite fox tail" is actually a erotic artifact!
Because when he hugged the woman, his right hand touched the magical artifact, so it was automatically analyzed.
No wonder it can increase pleasure and satisfaction!
"Regardless of what kind of magical artifact it is, let's first see how it was imitated!"
Zhu Que rummaged through the garbage heap and quickly found the two damaged items he needed to replicate.
[Fragment of the Xuan Yu Enlightenment Token: Tier 1, Jade]
[The Remnant of the Ink Fox Cloud Tail: Tier 1, Fur Weapon]
Zhu Que's thoughts stirred slightly.
Nine empty spaces arranged in a 3x3 grid immediately appeared in front of him.
Of these, seven spaces are grayed out, indicating that they are not yet unlocked, and only two spaces can be used to put items.
He placed the two broken pieces into the first two empty spaces.
Start copying!
"Buzz—"
The next moment, the two spaces trembled slightly, as if drawn by an invisible force, slowly twisting and merging.
A wisp of black mist spilled from the edge of the empty space, accompanied by a low hum, like some kind of machine in operation.
About half a minute later.
The black mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a large empty space.
A black fox tail sat quietly inside, its shape and color seemingly identical to the tail the woman was wearing.
[Successfully replicated!]
[Linglong Fox Tail: Tier 1, Jade. Wearing it increases pleasure and mental satisfaction.]
[Side effect: Continued use will lead to dependence on this artifact.]
The imitation was successful!
Zhu Que felt a surge of overwhelming joy.
With this ability to imitate, he could be considered to have a foothold in this rigidly hierarchical modern world of cultivation.
but.
He looked at the description of the magical artifact and quickly realized something was wrong—
How can a counterfeit magical artifact have side effects?
and……
This "bell-shaped fox tail" doesn't seem quite right either.
If he remembered correctly, wasn't that magical artifact called "Exquisite Fox Tail"? Why is this called "Bell-shaped Fox Tail"?
"玲" and "铃" look very similar, but their radicals are completely different.
"It's like... the difference between 'Sprite' and 'Lei Bi', or 'Master Kong' and 'Kang Shuai Fu'."
"It has side effects, and the name is wrong too."
"Could it be... that all the counterfeit magical artifacts are pirated?"
Zhu Que's heart sank, and he immediately took out the "Linglong Fox Tail".
The moment he touched it, a warm sensation flowed from the jade at the top into his palm.
"It works!"
Zhu Que was secretly delighted: "Even though it might be a counterfeit, it still has practical effects!"
Then.
He looked at the mountains of discarded and broken items.
Since damaged artifacts can be used to imitate magical artifacts, these damaged artifacts are not just "trash" to him.
Instead, they are mountains of gold and silver and cultivation resources!
Just then—
"New here?"
A question suddenly came from not far away, startling him. He instinctively covered up the "Linglong Fox Tail".
Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a emaciated young man urinating against the wall not far away.
"Yes, I'm new here. What's your name, brother?" Zhu Que nodded slightly.
"Sun Zheng".
"My name is Zhu Que. How many people are there in our junkyard area?"
"There were supposed to be three, but one died during the day, so it's just the two of us left."
Sun Zheng shook himself twice and said casually.
"At first I didn't see anyone, so I thought I was all alone."
Zhu Que was puzzled. He clearly hadn't seen anyone just now. From which corner did this person suddenly appear?
Sun Zheng yawned and casually pointed to a corner not far away.
"There's a place to rest. We have a daily quota of ten tons of garbage. Once we finish that, we can get a good night's sleep."
In the dim light, Zhu Que saw a door in the corner covered by a curtain, and he was immediately stunned.
"Are we sleeping here tonight too?"
"Otherwise what? You expect the farm manager to provide you with a dormitory room?"
Sun Zheng rolled his eyes.
Zhu Que felt a chill run down his spine.
We work here, and we sleep here.
Spending a day in this corrosive and polluted place would cause any living person to suffer physical deformities.
"Get familiar with it as soon as possible. The farm manager doesn't care if you're a skilled worker or not. If you don't meet your quota, you'll be starving."
Sun Zheng walked towards the corner.
Looking at Sun Zheng's limping figure, Zhu Que realized that the man's physical deformity was also extremely severe.
His left leg was unusually thick, and he dragged a bald, thin tail. His neck was covered with fish-scale patterns.
"Although these remnants can be used to create magical artifacts, we still can't stay in this place that's riddled with corrosion and contamination for long..."
Zhu Que secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.
He glanced at the pirated magical artifact "Linglong Fox Tail" in his hand.
This kind of erotic device was basically useless, and he wouldn't use it himself, so he casually threw it into the incinerator.
"If you want to leave the junkyard, transcend social classes, and make a living, you can't just rely on imitating these little things."
"I must formally embark on the path of cultivation!"
With this in mind, Zhu Que's gaze gradually hardened, and he silently set his next goal—
To create a replica of a magical artifact that can help him embark on the path of cultivation!
Then.
Zhu Que also slipped into the small room in the corner.
The light was dim, and he could barely make out the layout of the room.
Four dilapidated double beds, a rusty iron table, and the room was cluttered with miscellaneous items.
Sun Zheng lay on the bed, already snoring loudly.
Zhu Que chose the bed in the corner, not caring whether it was clean or not, and slept there for one night.
The next morning.
Zhu Que was woken up by hunger.
Just as I was about to wake Sun Zheng and ask if he had breakfast, I saw him wake up looking utterly dejected.
Sun Zheng staggered out of the room like a zombie, muttering:
"Going to have breakfast..."
"Okay!"
Zhu Que's eyes lit up immediately, and he followed him to the canteen at the garbage dump.
It's called a canteen, but it's really just a simple food stall. There's no chef, and the food is all delivered from outside.
Breakfast was also very simple.
A large flatbread, a small bag of pickled vegetables, and a box of water.
Zhu Que devoured the food as soon as he got it.
The biscuits were so hard they were choking, the pickled vegetables were so salty they made my tongue numb, and the water had a strong rusty taste.
But he hadn't had a proper meal in days, and for him, this was the ultimate taste of life.
While munching on a flatbread, he discreetly observed his surroundings, trying to find a magical artifact he could imitate.
Besides him and Sun Zheng, the canteen only had nine other employees from the other garbage area, and a few broken benches.
There was no sign of the magical artifact at all.
Zhu Que looked at Sun Zheng beside him and asked, "Brother Sun, do you know anything about cultivating immortality?"
"I know a little bit." Sun Zheng glanced at him. "You want to cultivate immortality?"
"Yes."
"Hehe, I advise you not to get your hopes up."
Why?
"Because poor people who try to cultivate immortality will only end up dead, so give up on that idea as soon as possible."
"Does having a magical artifact mean you can't cultivate immortality?"
"Having a magical artifact is certainly an option, but the problem is—where would you get one?"
Sun Zheng snorted, "Let's not even talk about how you, a fifth-class person, are not qualified to buy most spiritual artifacts."
"Even if you could buy one, do you know how much a cultivation-type spiritual artifact costs? With the meager wages at the junkyard, you couldn't afford it even if you sold your blood or kidneys."
"So, it's time to face reality. We fifth-class lowly people are lucky if we can survive for thirty or forty years."
"All right……"
Zhu nodded slightly, but his heart remained unmoved.
He didn't care how much a magical artifact cost.
Because he can analyze and replicate magical artifacts as soon as he comes into contact with them, he doesn't need to spend money to buy them.
He simply lacks a way to access spiritual artifacts.
In fact, he had already thought of several ways to contact them, such as secondhand dealers, grocery markets, and the black market.
"Let's start with secondhand dealers first."
Zhu Que secretly made up his mind.
Just then, a tall, slender figure drifted past him, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance.
"What floated by?"
Zhu Que looked up.
She was a tall girl with pigtails, wearing a pure white dress, and her skin was so white it seemed to glow.
She wasn't wearing shoes or socks; she was barefoot, stepping on a pair of floating pedals.
The pedal, gleaming with a soft white light, hovered a dozen centimeters above the ground, carrying her lightly forward and leaving two faint streaks of light in its wake.
Zhu Que's eyes lit up slightly.
A magical artifact!
That pedal is absolutely a magical tool!