Chapter 46

After the meal, the miscellaneous tasks of clearing the leftovers were naturally left to the attendants, and Su Peng and the others dispersed.

Su Peng returned to his small bamboo house, read a book for a while, and then logged out of the game. He was ejected from the game pod, got up from the machine, stretched his body, and was just about to leave when the door suddenly opened. Su Peng looked up and saw Lei Ming walk in.

"Team Leader Lei." Su Peng greeted him, and Lei Ming nodded, asking, "How is your mission going?"

"It's in the final stages," Su Peng replied. Lei Ming hummed in acknowledgment and said, "The monthly evaluation is coming up soon. Don't fall too far behind."

"Sure, no problem," Su Peng nodded, said goodbye, and left. As he was about to leave, he saw Lei Ming find a machine, seemingly preparing to log in.

"Is he not using the machine in the Tiger Corps, but here instead?" Su Peng was a bit puzzled, but it wasn't the time to investigate further, so he left the machine room.

After having dinner in the cafeteria, Su Peng returned to his room, reflecting on the day's events, feeling as if they were a dream.

"Yesterday, I was really obsessed, being so influenced by the game... But it wasn't without gains. I finally grasped the sword intent and became a formal disciple of the Purple Mist Sect. My martial arts have also improved... With my current real strength, entering any group wouldn't be a problem."

Su Peng thought to himself. For the monthly group assignment, he most wanted to join the Dark Owl Group because they had more intelligence, which aligned with his purpose for joining the company. His second choice was the Dragon Tooth Group, purely out of curiosity. Since entering the game, he hadn't encountered any significant bosses, and joining the Dragon Tooth Group would allow him to experience the thrill of a raid.

Regarding the commission worth thirty million, Su Peng's thoughts were also changing. If possible, his first choice was to get a machine for himself. If there were any left, he would consider selling it to the gray-clothed man.

As he thought, Su Peng unconsciously picked up a fruit knife from the room. For the past few days, he had been practicing throwing knives. Unconsciously, he raised his hand and threw the fruit knife.

"Clang!" The sound pulled Su Peng's thoughts back to reality. He saw the fruit knife firmly embedded in the center of the dartboard, about five meters away!

"Huh?" Su Peng couldn't help but pull his thoughts back, looking at the knife he had thrown in surprise. The fruit knife was firmly planted in the center of the dartboard, and Su Peng was stunned. It seemed he had unconsciously used the mysterious throwing knife technique again!

"Could it be... that I can only throw such a knife when I'm in a daze or not paying attention?" Su Peng wondered, feeling uncertain. He walked over, and the fruit knife was deeply embedded in the dartboard. It took some effort to pull it out.

Su Peng pulled out the fruit knife and returned to where he had been standing, trying to enter that dazed state again. However, after several attempts, the fruit knife kept missing, not even hitting the dartboard.

"Truly strange..." Su Peng thought. After a few more unsuccessful attempts, he gave up temporarily, hoping to catch the key next time and master the throwing knife technique.

It was almost ten o'clock at night. Su Peng turned on his computer, watched two or three new martial arts movies, and then went to sleep.

In his dreams, Su Peng seemed to see Dugu Sheng's sword techniques and the 'Half Sword Technique' passed down by Yun Daoshi...

After an hour of sleep, Su Peng woke up.

"How strange... Why have I been dreaming so much these past few days?" Su Peng wondered as he woke up.

The car accident had altered part of Su Peng's brain structure. His one-hour sleep was extremely deep, so deep that even if someone played rock music at maximum volume next to him, he wouldn't wake up. The doctors explained that this was a self-protection mechanism of the body, due to the special hormone secretion from the pituitary gland. He could only sleep for an hour, but to ensure his body was fully rested, he would enter an extremely deep sleep, and his body would be in a state of extreme relaxation. This way, his organs would remain vibrant and not deteriorate.

This mechanism was like entering a cold room from a hot outdoor environment, causing the pores to contract and form goosebumps.

This self-protection mechanism was so strong that Su Peng's sleep was almost like a coma, and he rarely dreamed. In a year, the number of dreams he had could be counted on one hand. But in the past two days, he had been dreaming every night, and he could remember them clearly, all about practicing sword techniques, which left him very surprised.

"Could there be something wrong with my body? I should see a doctor soon," Su Peng thought.

It was already 5:30 AM. Su Peng stretched, went to the bathroom to rinse off, changed clothes, and came out. The dining hall opened early, with various porridges and breakfast items available. Su Peng got a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and some breakfast items, preparing to eat.

At this moment, Su Peng suddenly saw Lei Ming also enter the dining hall. He noticed that Lei Ming was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but his aura seemed slightly weary.

"Did he stay up all night in the machine room?" Su Peng wondered.

After Lei Ming got his breakfast, he saw Su Peng, paused for a moment, then nodded in greeting and sat down to eat on the other side. Soon, Su Peng saw a man with hair about a decimeter long, dressed casually, walk in. He scanned the room, saw Lei Ming, and sat down opposite him, seemingly having a low conversation.

"Is he a colleague from Lei Ming's Tiger Corps?" Su Peng wondered. He glanced around and noticed that Lei Ming seemed very serious, not even eating. He spoke briefly, and the man with the decimeter-long hair remained silent for a moment, nodded, and then left.

"What happened?" Su Peng wondered, feeling a bit curious but not overly concerned.

After eating, Su Peng went directly to the machine room and logged into the game.

After entering the game, Su Peng just came out of the small building and saw his third senior brother, Chen Qi, walking towards the building.

"Senior brother, is there something you need?" Su Peng asked, puzzled by Chen Qi's somewhat sneaky appearance.

"Shh! Keep your voice down, or Little Junior Sister will hear," Chen Qi looked around, and seeing no one, he relaxed a bit and said, "Little Junior Brother, you'll be leaving the Purple Mist Sect tonight. I don't have much to give, but I have this item for you."

"Oh? What is it?" Su Peng was very curious. This third senior brother, Chen Qi, specialized in the strange arts of the Eight Trigrams, and although his martial arts were mediocre, his techniques were almost magical. Now that Su Peng was leaving, he wondered what Chen Qi could give him.

Chen Qi looked around again, and seeing no one, he took out a palm-sized embroidered pouch and handed it to Su Peng, saying, "Little Junior Brother, we won't see each other for a few years. I don't have much to give, but this pouch is for you."

"Uh..."

Su Peng took the embroidered pouch, felt it, and found it empty. He was speechless for a moment before saying, "Senior brother, isn't this just a pouch? Why are you giving it to me... I remember this is something that men and women in novels often give each other when parting. It feels a bit strange for you to give it to me."

"Eh! This is no ordinary pouch. Look... take that big rock over there and bring it here," Chen Qi said, pointing to a rock the size of a human head behind Su Peng.

Su Peng didn't understand but, since his senior brother had asked, he walked over and picked up the rock. It was quite heavy, probably weighing twenty to thirty kilograms.

"Watch this," Chen Qi said, taking the embroidered pouch from Su Peng and pulling the opening. The palm-sized pouch suddenly expanded to the size of the rock, surprising Su Peng. It seemed the pouch was elastic.

Chen Qi held the rock, opened the pouch, and easily put the rock inside.

What happened next left Su Peng's mouth agape...

The pouch, after containing the rock the size of a human head, was still only palm-sized!

"A spatial item!" Su Peng exclaimed in excitement.

"What spatial item?" Chen Qi was puzzled but didn't pay much attention. He threw the pouch to Su Peng and said, "Try the weight."

Su Peng caught the pouch, weighed it, and found that the embroidered pouch, which should have contained a rock weighing twenty to thirty kilograms, only weighed about one or two kilograms.

"Understand now?" Seeing Su Peng's surprised expression, Chen Qi smiled proudly and explained, "I read in an ancient book that in ancient times, there was a strange insect called the Tower Louse. It was usually the size of a rabbit but could expand to the size of several floors, feeding on the blood of ancient giant beasts. No matter how much blood it drank, its weight was only one-tenth of the actual blood. In ancient times, powerful beings used the skin of the Tower Louse to make treasure pouches and spatial bags that could hold items the size of several floors, and no matter how much they contained, they never weighed more than ten kilograms..."

"I thought the ancient book was just a legend, but when my senior brother went out, he found a group of young Tower Lice in a strange secret realm and brought a few back. I immediately recognized them as Tower Lice and was very excited because the ancient book described how to make spatial bags from them... After experimenting, I made a few spatial bags, but... since the ancient book only briefly mentioned the process, the spatial bags I made weren't as good as those described. They can only hold items about half a meter in length, width, and height, and the weight reduction is not consistent, at most about one-thirtieth."

"The pouch you have is one of the spatial bags I made. It can reduce the weight by about one-twentieth. Don't be picky, Little Junior Brother."

Chen Qi said, nodding his head.

"Very well... very well..." Su Peng wouldn't be picky. He experimented with the spatial bag, finding it similar to a regular pouch, except the opening was extremely elastic, allowing it to expand greatly. When items were taken out, the weight returned to normal. Su Peng couldn't figure out the principle behind it.

"Very well... but, Senior Brother, why did you give me this spatial bag as if you were doing something sneaky?" Su Peng asked Chen Qi.

Chen Qi immediately showed a bitter smile and said, "At the time, my senior brother only brought back eight young Tower Lice. I wasted the first one, so I only made seven. I gave the best one to our master, and then one each to me, my senior brother, my second senior brother, and Little Junior Sister. Uncle Fan heard about it and demanded one from me, leaving only one. Little Junior Sister loved hers and wanted another for research. I wanted to keep one for myself and one for research, but I haven't figured out how the Tower Lice reduce weight and volume. I lied and said I had none left, fearing she would destroy it. Now that I've given you the last one, she'll scold me for being stingy."

Su Peng was speechless. For some reason, Chen Qi seemed very afraid of his junior sister, Zhong Lingxiu, acting like a mouse in front of a cat.

"Little Junior Brother, keep this spatial bag secretly. Don't let Little Junior Sister see it. If she asks for another one, I won't have any left. The Tower Lice are likely ancient divine creatures, and my senior brother only found them by chance. Finding them again would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens," Chen Qi instructed.

"Sure, I'll be careful," Su Peng nodded and put the spatial bag in his pocket.

"Very good. I have an array I haven't figured out yet, so I'll leave first," Chen Qi said, and Su Peng replied, "Take care, Senior Brother."

Chen Qi nodded and quickly disappeared into the forest.

"Who would have thought I'd get a spatial item..." Su Peng thought. As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a voice, "Little Su, what are you doing?"

Su Peng turned around and saw his junior sister, Zhong Lingxiu, walking over from another path, calling out to him.

"Hehe, nothing. I'm just looking around since I might be leaving today, trying to remember this place," Su Peng said. Zhong Lingxiu laughed and said, "What's there to remember?"

She skipped over, waved her hand, and magically produced an object, handing it to Su Peng and saying, "For you!"

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