Chapter 191: Jing Luo

Next, Chen Shicheng again explained the usage conditions of Yinxiang Incense, and stressed that danger awaits in the netherworld, urging them to determine the teleportation point as quickly as possible and get out.

We can't not explain!

Yinxiang Incense's protective flame power can effortlessly annihilate fierce netherworld ghosts.

Chen Shicheng was indeed worried that these people, in pursuit of cost‑effectiveness, would spawn a wave of monsters in the netherworld, and if they misjudge the situation, the flame power could be exhausted and they would be killed by the fierce ghosts, which would be quite embarrassing.

After all, once Yinxiang Incense is sold it is non‑returnable; if something goes wrong, how could it be sold again later?

After sternly warning them, he lit the Yinxiang Incense and headed to the next location, while the other players in the Ten‑Thousand‑Mountain region were left to the official organization for delivery.

With the initial experience, the remaining few trades went smoothly, though they delayed a bit; it wasn't until after nine o'clock that all the Yinxiang Incense was finally distributed.

Only the official players at the first location were orderly; the items traded by solo players and other faction players at the remaining locations were somewhat chaotic.

Until, in a City God Temple outside a town in Jiangnan, after handing over the Yinxiang Incense to the person in charge of a southern city, Chen Shicheng's hands already held dozens of skill jade slips, several hundred bottles of healing and Qi‑replenishing elixirs, and some assorted equipment.

He also earned a good amount of the game's hard currency, gold, allowing him to directly achieve the "Ten‑Thousand‑Gold Belt" and "Ride a Crane to Yangzhou" achievements.

After this round, Chen Shicheng's assets might still lag behind some factions, but for an individual he is now dripping with wealth.

Of course, besides these gains, he also received hundreds of slips of paper, all filled with phone numbers, from people who wanted to contact him in real life.

Chen Shicheng didn't keep any; he casually tossed them into the netherworld. While the slips can be discarded, the people who greet you face‑to‑face cannot be ignored.

Seeing the smiling player before him, Chen Shicheng could only pause his plan to rush to the capital, staying for a half‑hearted exchange.

Jing Luo!

During this nationwide delivery run, the only Iron Blood Great Wall big‑wig he met was also a player ranked among the world's elite, level 25, truly part of the first tier of players.

When someone like that initiates conversation, it can't be brushed off.

"Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Jing Luo of Iron Blood Great Wall," the other said, extending a hand and formally introducing himself.

"I've heard of you, I've heard of you; I'm a solo player, Zi Shu," Chen Shicheng said, shaking the other's hand.

"May I confirm whether you're the expert who helped rescue dozens of comrades on the Icefield and also destroyed the shrine?"

"Yes."

"Then may I be so bold to ask again: what's the production output of your Yinxiang Incense, what materials do you use, and if large quantities of materials are supplied, could you mass‑produce it and lower the price a bit? If premium materials are available, could the teleportation range be extended?" Jing Luo hesitated briefly before continuing.

When Chen Shicheng heard the bold follow‑up question, his first thought was that if it's bold, don't ask.

But the other was a big‑wig of Iron Blood Great Wall; from the organization's name he knew their usual duty was protecting the populace, rivaling the most beloved people, so the question was likely not personal but for the nation, and he suppressed his thought. "I can't give a precise number for output; I can only say it's a lot. As for large‑scale material supply, I'm sorry, my individual strength is limited, I may not be able to devote all my time to this, and the production process takes time, so I can only provide intermittently."

Chen Shicheng obviously knew what Jing Luo meant, but how could he turn himself into a Yinxiang Incense manufacturer, that would just make him a screw‑turning workhorse!

So he immediately shut the other down: "As for the premium materials you mentioned, though that sounds a bit boastful, I don't think you have anything higher‑grade than what I already have."

Chen Shicheng's refusal didn't surprise Jing Luo, and he felt no disappointment; after all, the question was just a directive from above, and he was merely completing a task.

But when he heard Chen Shicheng say one person can't produce that much, his eyes lit up: "Then do you sell your Yinxiang Incense skill?"

Once a skill reaches a certain level, it can be recorded into a jade slip by special means; the skill jade slips circulating on the market are basically obtained this way, so Jing Luo's question was reasonable.

However, who would ever sell such a signature ability? "Not for sale."

Jing Luo gave a wry smile, unsurprised; he was merely testing. This skill is essentially a livelihood cornerstone, and others have the materials and means to craft it—like a money‑tree skill—so a person of normal intelligence wouldn't choose to sell it.

He shook his head, said nothing more, and turned to distribute Yinxiang Incense to others.

After ending the conversation, Chen Shicheng was about to leave when he noticed a player quietly approaching.

"Big‑wig, do you still have any Yinxiang Incense?" Before Chen Shicheng could answer, the player hurriedly added, "I mean, besides this quality, is there any with a slightly shorter teleport range? I don't usually want to use this one."

Chen Shicheng glanced at the player, recalling the Yinxiang Incense he made during his first practice: "Indeed there are lower‑quality ones, with a teleport range of about one hundred kilometers, but the protective flame power is much weaker and could be risky in the netherworld."

"Really!" the player's face lit up, then he realized his words were off and quickly added, "I'm not questioning you, I'm just a bit excited."

After speaking, he glanced at Jing Luo, who was still handing out Yinxiang Incense, and whispered, "If you can provide this high‑quality Yinxiang Incense to players nationwide, the low‑quality stock must be plentiful too; could you spare some for me?"

"Hmm."

Looking at the player before him, who belonged to the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department yet wore a merchant's grin, Chen Shicheng's expression turned odd.

Throughout the teleportation journey, those with connections and those probing his real identity all eyed the Yinxiang Incense in his hands, but only this one spoke up directly.

Not to mention, the request came after Jing Luo's; what's the difference from snatching food from a tiger's mouth? Yet Chen Shicheng thought less than a second and immediately nodded, agreeing to the player's request.

If it were a new version of Yinxiang Incense he might refuse, but the practice pieces gathering dust in his storage were fine to give away.

Back then, in a burst of excitement, he crafted over a thousand basic versions, and clearing some stock now is also beneficial to him.

(End of Chapter)