Return from the second dimension

The base camp of the building city's monks looked like everything was going on as usual, with no hint of a storm on the horizon.

These peak gods were so experienced that they might have guessed that the tribal dignitaries would not be willing and would be secretly working out schemes and tricks.

But the fact that the generals ignored it was proof that they were confident enough to deal with all sorts of surprises.

The building city monks, who came from afar, were distributed in the surrounding mines and kept digging and mining, trying to obtain the remains of ancient creatures.

After this period of contact and exploration, the Lou City monks have gained a better understanding of the Chaos Ancient Land.

It turned out that the ways to excavate the crystal ore were far more complicated than they had imagined, and there were also quite a few rules that existed.

Some of them were inherited from ancient times, and some of them were formulated by today's monks, just to protect their own interests.

When monks take risks, they naturally need to be rewarded accordingly, otherwise they will become alienated over time.

Anyone would be extremely unhappy to risk their lives and not be rewarded accordingly.

Therefore, mining monks all work more and get more, and the more they dig, the more rewarding they will be.

Regardless of which monastic organization they belong to, the monks all have a certain amount of power to decide what to do with their mining harvest.

Whether it was handing them in for battle credits or trading them with their companions, it was all permissible behavior.

Of course, this kind of trading of goods was limited to the internal organization of the monks, and was never allowed to be easily exported.

Even if it is used for cultivation, it will never be restricted, provided, of course, that one is prepared for the possibility of losing one's life.

But no sane monk would risk his life, and if a monk were to insist on doing so, dissuasion would not be of much help.

When such a thing happens, it's better to let it die, so as to avoid some hidden danger.

After making gains, the monks would try to improve their own strength to prevent themselves from being killed when they encountered the remnant monsters.

There is a special group of monks who collect special remains, refine them, and then trade them.

There is also a group of loose cultivators from the Chaos Ancient Land who will take their harvest from the wilderness to major monastic organizations to trade.

The remains of ancient creatures are sealed in a crystal mine, and on the surface there is an unsearchable crystalline shell that must be crushed to determine what is inside.

Sometimes it is skin and fur scales, sometimes it is flesh and blood, and sometimes it is internal organs and essence.

Naturally, the price of the different items is completely different.

If they are unlucky, they may also knock out a remnant monster, and then the monk will be swallowed by the monster.

There are a lot of loose monks who dig up pieces of remains and do not choose to open them, but sell them directly.

The selling price is based on the external appearance, as well as the size of the piece, and the monks gamble on their luck.

In a transaction of this type, both the buyer and seller would certainly not lose much, but the buyer would probably get rich.

No matter which market it is in, similar transactions are very popular, making it the most attractive business above the market.

If the monks had time, they would try their luck.

At this moment, Fatty and Tang Zhen were also in the market, selling the harvest from mining.

The remains of ancient creatures in their hands had been broken into their shells, and experienced monks could determine their value at a glance.

The value is not too high or too low, but getting them in a short period of time, the harvest is considered good.

Above the market there were official buyers, as well as building city monks waiting to trade, and the number of auxiliary monks was even greater.

The stalls had all sorts of items for sale and exchange, a scene as lively as that of a mundane market.

Pills, armor, weapons, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items.

These traded goods were all refined from the remains of ancient creatures that had fallen tens of millions of years ago and had provided countless cultivators with resources for their cultivation.

The danger-ridden Chaos Ancient Land attracted countless cultivators for this very reason.

Competition and fighting never stopped.

Officials are naturally the first choice for trading, not only for fair pricing, but also for selling high-grade items.

The prerequisite, of course, was that you had to have enough Battle Merit Points.

Without battle credits, no matter what your status is, you can't buy a single item sold in Lou Cheng.

It was precisely because of this restriction that the vast majority of Lou Cheng's cultivators chose to trade their harvest to the authorities.

Tang Zhen and his team sold the pieces of the harvested remains and then purchased some materials to be used to refine the mining tools.

Because of Fatty's natural supernatural ability, he had a suppressive effect on residual mind creatures, so he saved a lot of investment in weapons and equipment.

When they encountered something that Fatty couldn't solve, Tang Zhen would take action and easily kill the remnant monsters.

The amount of wreckage they sold far exceeded that of other monks, and attracted the attention of many monks.

The other monks from Lou Cheng who came with them were also envious of them.

They knew Tang Zhen and Fatty from their previous work together and their travels, and knew that these two were not simple characters.

They knew that these two were not simple people. It seemed only natural that they had gained much more than everyone else.

The fat man looked around curiously, and when he saw the foreign monks selling the unhulled remains, he rushed over.

He had always been interested in this kind of thing, and now he wouldn't miss it for sure.

Tang Zhen followed behind, watching the scene in the market and silently gathering useful information.

Although Tang Zhen had gotten focused attention, Tang Zhen and Fatty still did not have access to the core area at the moment.

At this time, Tang Zhen must keep a low profile, if you ask too much information about the Shen Yun divine General, you will easily expose your identity.

If something happened to the Powerful Spirit General, Tang Zhen, who had been asking around for information, would immediately become the target of suspicion.

The special envoy in charge of the investigation would also link the series of events together, and based on more and more clues, the suspect would be identified as Tang Zhen.

Being in the camp of the monks of Lou Cheng, one must be as cautious as walking on thin ice in conducting business, and one must not be negligent in the slightest.

While Tang Zhen was pondering, the fat man had already rushed to the front of the stalls and randomly chose a piece of the wreckage floating in the air.

Since it was wrapped in the shell, there was no way to see clearly what it looked like inside, but the price of the stall owner was not low.

If it was just the most ordinary scrap of fur, and you bought it at this price, you would have to pay until you vomited blood after opening the shell.

This is because there is no way for such things to aid in cultivation, nor can they be used in alchemy.

Most monks would use it to make soil for rare and valuable special plants.

The fat man would not agree to the price offered by the stall owner, so he started to bargain again.

There were monks watching the scene, and they were happy to see such a scene.

The price was quickly agreed upon, and the fat man bought the selected pieces of wreckage, then rushed to knock them open in public.

There were strong people here, so even if they knocked out the remnants of the monster, they did not need to worry about getting hurt.

If there were monsters, the guarding monks would not have done it for nothing, and Lou Cheng would have recovered the pieces of wreckage at a reasonable price.

As the outer shell shattered, the items inside were revealed, but there was no debris monster.

It was an ordinary piece of debris, and the price was not too high, so it could only be said that it was a no-lose no-gain situation.

The fat man didn't care, he just liked to participate in this kind of game, it was better to make money, and he wouldn't be angry if he couldn't. "Your Excellency, do you want to make a profit as well?

"Your Excellency, would you like to choose one as well?"

The fat man looked at Tang Zhen, wanting to take him along with him, and thought that Tang Zhen's luck must be far greater than his own.

Since the fat man asked, Tang Zhen wouldn't refuse, sweeping his gaze over the pieces of wreckage floating in the air like walls.

"Just that one."

Fang Hao pointed at a piece of wreckage fragment, and although he couldn't see through it, he had a vague feeling.

This piece of wreckage fragment was afraid that there was something hidden inside, which was why it gave Tang Zhen a very special feeling.