Chapter 566: Nighttime Strong Martial Trade

The trading atmosphere was very enthusiastic, and Zhou You took this opportunity to exchange Seal Script for 2 Low-grade Pockets.

It was just for show, a case of the left hand passing to the right.

He observed his surroundings and discovered that many people were well-prepared, seemingly with the motive of hoarding pockets.

"Very normal. Once a Storage Pocket is born, it is inevitable that the market environment will involve hoarding for speculation and cashing out at high prices."

Understood; these people were preparing to act as scalpers, speculating on his Hunger Pouch.

Although Liu Jinguo had been prepared, the announcement of Mid-grade and High-grade pockets this time still caught her off guard.

Gritting her teeth, she set aside most of her supplies to exchange for one Mid-grade Pocket, causing her number of Low-grade Pockets to shrink severely.

Her eyes were full of regret, "What a pity. If I had Liu Tianxian's status, what would it matter if I traded my family heirloom for a High-grade Pocket?"

"Hmm, how so?"

Liu Jinguo analyzed, "Storage Pockets could originally only be used once; the limitation was too great."

"Even so, the transport revolution it brought has already affected all of Beixuan Zhou. Many city gates and checkpoints have already begun adding procedures; upon seeing someone passing through with a suspected Storage Pocket, they must inspect it to prevent the smuggling of contraband."

"When nobles meet in private, they are not allowed to carry any pouches or cloth bags inside the secret chambers."

Zhou You scratched the back of his head. Was this the butterfly effect he had brought about?

"Supplies entering and exiting is equivalent to moving them from one place to another out of thin air; even a weak woman or child can operate it."

"Now that there are Mid-grade Pockets, breaking the limit to allow 3 uses, what does this mean?"

"What?"

"You can treat this pocket as a door, connected in both directions; the ends of the earth can be brought into both sides."

Zhou You felt a jolt in his brain. How had he not thought of that?

It was truly a genius idea; Liu Jinguo's words had reminded him.

10 stabs, 3 uses, and 1 use—these are not just differences in quantity, but a gap in quality brought about by their functions.

No wonder Liu Tianxian was willing to use a family heirloom to exchange for a High-grade Pocket; he had also seen the clues.

Mediocre minds treat the Storage Pocket as a vessel; genius minds treat the Storage Pocket as an 'Anywhere Door'—for dropping, transferring, swapping, and so on...

There really are many smart people in the world!

As the inventor, Zhou You hadn't even realized that the Hunger Pouch possessed such huge potential.

He began to take Liu Tianxian seriously; the potential of the High-grade Storage Pocket still relied on him to continue developing it!

The Great Crane was by the river, cracking snails like sunflower seeds, when it suddenly gave a start and turned its head to look at Liu Tianxian.

Liu Tianxian gave a start as the Great Crane lunged toward him, spitting out a slip of paper that landed in his hand.

The Great Crane gave him a wink: remember to burn it after reading!

The people around looked over in unison. Liu Tianxian lightly brushed his fingertips over the surface of the paper, the content instantly appearing in his mind, his expression showing shock and wild joy.

The next moment, flames flared up, burning the paper to ashes.

Liu Jinguo also noticed this detail, "It must be a private letter from Moyunzi. Could it be that the High-grade Storage Pocket has some other mystery?"

Because Liu Tianxian was the only one who bought a High-grade Storage Pocket, only he knew this secret. Others tried to fish for information, but Liu Tianxian's lips were sealed tight.

Zhou You smiled; he naturally knew the content of the note, as he had written it, after all.

"After a High-grade Storage Pocket is used 5 times, a crack appears with each subsequent use. Handing it to Moyunzi for repair can extend its lifespan by 1 use."

"Repair it 5 times, and you extend the number of uses by 5."

"The cost for each repair is based on 1 Low-grade Pocket."

That's right, this was the feature of Hunger Pouch 3.0: it could be repaired. Perhaps because the high-level martial artist's strength was both firm and supple, the quality of the human skin was better; it wouldn't immediately shatter into fragments upon reaching its limit, but rather cracks would appear one by one, making it possible to sew them up in advance.

To Zhou You, this move got rid of the 'one-off' business model. After all, every merchant knows that the profit from maintenance fees is higher!

Liu Tianxian was simply ecstatic; this was a secret only he knew. This transaction was worth it.

The true limit of the High-grade Storage Pocket was not 10 uses, but 15. Although each repair required the cost of a Low-grade Pocket, compared to the price of a High-grade Pocket, it was very cheap, okay! This interlude left the people around itching with impatience.

But they were reluctant to take out real gold, silver, or Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure to exchange for it, so they had to give up.

Transaction after transaction proceeded, and large batches of supplies were handed over and transported to the manor's warehouse.

Everyone knew full well that Moyunzi was the creator of the Storage Pockets. These things looked like a lot, but a single pocket could contain them all, and the Great Crane would take them away in one flight.

Trying to track his whereabouts by following the supplies was simply impossible.

Liu Jinguo tilted her chin toward Guo Liuhe's direction, "Believe it or not, after we people disperse, there will be a second round."

A second round? Understood.

Zhou You suddenly noticed that among these people, there was not a single one at the Strong Martial level.

If one were to say that Strong Martial experts weren't interested in Storage Pockets, who would believe it?

After the crowd dispersed, people left one after another, but the manor was far from empty.

Late at night...

Guo Liuhe, who had been confident and in total control during the day, was now as respectful as a doorman, and the once arrogant Great Crane had simply curled up like a quail.

Because although the number of people around was small, every single one of them had an aura at the Strong Martial level.

"Hmm, this Great Crane has the aura of Seal Script on it. That's right, it's Moyunzi's spirit beast."

The Strong Martial expert who spoke had appeared at the Fucheng Gongyuan, and now had arrived at Chongguang Cheng.

The other Strong Martial experts were noncommittal; they were not interested in Moyunzi, only in the Storage Pockets.

"Everyone, the Storage Pockets are divided into Low-grade, Mid-grade, and High-grade..."

Guo Liuhe explained the goods and prices as usual, and then...

"Moyunzi wants Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure. Could it be that he is also a Strong Martial expert?"

"Heh, I'd like to see what kind of background a Storage Pocket worth Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure has!"

The Strong Martial experts present almost all had a High-grade Pocket in hand; they weren't short on money. They also bought quite a few Mid-grade Pockets, and the Low-grade Pockets were simply left ignored.

"Guo Liuhe, it seems you and Moyunzi have a good friendship."

"If you can find an opportunity to ask him out for a talk, I will owe you a favor."

A certain Martial Expert said indifferently.

Guo Liuhe smiled bitterly, "I will do my best."

He knew that even if he said it, no one would believe him; nowadays he could not contact Moyunzi either, and could only see this great crane.

After the Martial Experts left one by one, he sighed at the great crane, "Where has your master gone? The sky is about to collapse on my side."

The great crane rolled its eyes; silly bird, Master was just here during the day, it is you who failed to recognize him.

It squawked a few times to indicate that it was hungry and tired, and wanted to rest.

Guo Liuhe issued an order, and immediately servant boys carried over a soft couch; the great crane lay on it sprawled out, looking exactly like a paralyzed silly bird, its smugness somewhat punchable.

This bird has worked hard and performed meritorious service; this is what I deserve, and I enjoy it with a clear conscience.

(End of this chapter)