Chapter 129

It was somewhat unexpected that, less than an hour later, the phone sounded two notification tones in a row.

Chen Shicheng quickly opened it to see two points‑credit notifications; aside from the carrion worm's scalp, the other two items had all been sold, directly crediting 2577 points.

Adding the over nine hundred points he had left before, his balance had reached 3522 points.

Chen Shicheng decisively returned to the exchange interface and immediately snapped up the item "Myriad Transformations".

After confirming that the relic's back showed it was awaiting delivery, Chen Shicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief; now he only needed to wait for doorstep delivery.

The Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department's delivery was as swift as ever; only twenty minutes passed before the doorbell rang, and the person standing at the door was still the one who had delivered the Bigu Pill last time.

After handing over all the materials in his storage slot to him, Chen Shicheng received the mask that now belonged to him.

The mask had nothing remarkable about it; aside from a few holes where the eyes, nose, and mouth were, it was just an ordinary white board.

But appearance doesn't matter; as long as the function is powerful! Chen Shicheng hastily recalled Hui Siye, who was off frolicking somewhere unknown, and then immediately logged into the game.

After playing with two handfuls of coquettish La Tiao, Chen Shicheng crawled out of the earth hole, found a slightly higher spot, and looked toward the direction of East Zhou Port.

Although the night had grown deep, this harbor city that relied on the sea and faced the river remained brightly lit; torches and lanterns illuminated the city, making it seem like a seaside sleepless metropolis.

However, visible to the naked eye were some fully armed soldiers patrolling around, constantly screening strangers; even the workers moving cargo on the wharf were not overlooked, presumably due to Chen Shicheng's influence.

Of course, this time he came wearing the mask, so he could simply walk through the city gate with no need to worry.

Chen Shicheng put on the mask, casually altered his appearance, activated the ID‑change ability, randomly picked a name, and then strode confidently toward the city gate.

Along the way, he also saw some sneaky players; evidently the righteous faction's hunt had put great pressure on players, forcing them to go online only at night and to loiter only around the city outskirts, with none daring to approach the gate.

Chen Shicheng also tried not using the Eye of Bai Ze for appraisal, relying solely on visual observation of these players, and found that players and natives were extremely easy to tell apart.

Superficially there seemed to be no difference in appearance, yet the differences in behavior and temperament were glaringly obvious.

Those wearing cloth robes, walking with heads held high and chests out, occasionally tapping a few times in mid‑air, were unquestionably players.

Upon reaching the city gate, indeed there were not a few cultivators mixed among the soldiers, their gazes torch‑like as they observed the passers‑by coming and going.

This torch‑like gaze was not merely a metaphor; their eyes really emitted light, as if they were employing some special spell.

Although Chen Shicheng trusted the relic's ability more, he still nervously prepared himself as he approached the gate, keeping the Golden Light Curse and the Immortal‑Slaying Grand Formation ready at all times, so he could act instantly if anything seemed amiss.

As a result, he passed all inspections smoothly and was easily admitted into East Zhou Port.

Having entered the city, Chen Shicheng had no mind to admire the night scenery; he passed through several of the most prosperous commercial streets and hurried toward the seaside wharf.

But just as he stepped out of a narrow lane, he heard a familiar voice calling him.

"Oh, look, I've discovered something—a brand‑new face! May I ask if you've just arrived in beautiful East Zhou Port? Would you like to take a look at my goods? Absolutely worth the price!" Chen Shicheng turned his head and instantly laughed; it wasn't the Hebrew merchant Simon who had tried to swindle him that morning, was it?

He hadn't even gone looking for him, yet here he came delivering himself to the door! Chen Shicheng decisively walked over and asked, "What are you selling anyway?"

While asking, he also sized up the items on Simon's cart: on a yellowed rag lay some black bread, unidentified fruits, multicolored crystals, and assorted antiques and metal ornaments covered in rust.

However, these things needed no appraisal with the Eye of Bai Ze; at a glance they were just a pile of scrap copper and iron, utterly worthless.

"Come take a look at this!"

Simon enthusiastically picked up a piece of black bread and kept promoting it: "This is fresh‑out‑of‑the‑oven black bread; eat a piece and you can go three days without eating, with the same effect as your Bigu Pill, yet it costs only one‑fifth as much—just two taels of silver. How about it?"

Hearing this, Chen Shicheng's face showed no expression, but inside he couldn't stop sneering; he had already casually used the Eye of Bai Ze to appraise the bread's attribute.

【Spoiled Black Bread: Eating it keeps one from feeling hungry for three days, but causes constipation for three days.】

No wonder he's a Hebrew—whether in reality or in the game he's just as black‑hearted; if one actually ate this bread, death would be impossible, but the misery of three days would be unavoidable.

However, Chen Holy didn't immediately turn hostile; instead he glanced at the other items on the burlap, his expression slightly disdainful, and then suddenly said, "Do you sell information here?"

"Information?"

Simon was obviously taken aback, clearly not expecting this person to ask so bluntly; information isn't something normally traded in private meetings or under the table, is it?

But since there's money to be made, he wouldn't mind; after a moment's hesitation he nodded and said, "Sure, we have all kinds of information here, only the value of this information isn't something ordinary people can accept."

"Do you look like someone short on money?"

Chen Shicheng produced a gold ingot from his storage slot, tossed it up and down, watched Simon's gaze follow its motion, and said displeasedly.

"Not at all—you clearly are a graceful noble; please ask away!" Simon instantly changed his attitude, rubbing his hands together with a fawning smile.

"Do you know where, in the nearby sea, there are powerful turtle‑type demons, the higher the realm the better?"

"High‑cultivation turtles!"

Simon heard this, blinked in surprise, then happily slapped his chest and said confidently, "Your luck is excellent; if you asked others, they'd likely just tell you any turtle demon to fool you, but I'm different—I really have encountered a turtle demon with cultivation that reaches the heavens."

"Cultivation that reaches the heavens?" Chen Shicheng said dubiously, "Really? If you'd actually met a demon with heavenly cultivation, could you still be alive hawking goods here?"

"That belongs to the information content; I'll only tell you the exact location after you pay." Simon gazed greedily at the gold in Chen Shicheng's hand and said, "It's not expensive—just one tael of gold."

"Indeed not expensive."

Chen Shicheng hesitated not at all, and directly threw the gold in his hand over.

(End of chapter)