Chapter 14

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In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

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The sound of the wind carried the petals of cherry blossoms as Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written inside.

The spirit fish was beautiful, far surpassing the ugly fish that tasted good. Its streamlined body, semi-transparent dorsal fin, and round head were distinctive. If not for the characteristic spirit horn on its head, Du Qian would never have recognized it as a spirit fish.

Originally, spirit fish were just ordinary fish. They absorbed spiritual energy and converted it into combat power, transforming them into spirit fish.

The spirit horn was originally not present. Like humans, when combat power reached 10,000, the excess combat power would gradually condense into a spirit weapon. This spirit horn was the spirit weapon of the spirit fish.

Unlike human spirit weapons, the spirit weapons of fish were quite simple: spirit horns, fish spines, fish teeth, and spirit arrows. The first three types each had three, while the spirit arrow had only one, which could be used repeatedly and for attacks outside the body.

From the spirit weapons of a spirit fish, one could accurately judge its strength. This spirit fish was the weakest kind, having just condensed a complete spirit horn. Du Qian guessed that its strength might not even match Lei Ming's.

Of course, this was on land or in a boat. If in water, humans could never compare to fish. With equal combat power, a spirit fish could easily deal with three to five martial cultivators.

Du Qian stood there for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, hitting his head on the ceiling with a dull thud. Ignoring the pain, he quickly put away the spirit fish, put on his clothes, and rushed out of the house.

He hailed a taxi and got off in the commercial district twenty minutes later, rushing straight to the crystal shop and bursting in.

"Give me ten crystal storage tubes, one storage box, the cheapest ones." Du Qian was out of breath, not from exhaustion but from excitement.

"Hello, ten spirit storage tubes, each for five yuan. One spirit storage box for twenty yuan, totaling seventy yuan." The pretty saleswoman smiled, taking out a box of storage tubes and a storage box and placing them on the counter.

Damn, it's so expensive, Du Qian grumbled to himself. He swiped his identity card, and his balance dropped from over two hundred to one hundred and thirty. Money really doesn't last long.

Actually, Du Qian was well aware that the prices in the Zhou Shan Empire were not high. Only things related to martial cultivators were so expensive, as they were not meant for ordinary people.

The spirit fish was a treasure, but those things could not be stored in ordinary storage boxes. They required specialized spirit storage equipment, which was not cheap.

After paying with his card, he grabbed the items and ran. The pretty saleswoman had seen many such people and showed no surprise, only envy. Another lucky young man had managed to get a spirit beast.

Back home, Du Qian began to process the spirit fish. The most valuable part of the spirit fish was its spirit weapon. This spirit fish had only one spirit horn, but don't underestimate this thumb-sized thing. Selling it to a merchant would fetch at least one hundred yuan. The exact price would depend on testing.

He carefully removed the spirit horn and placed it in the storage box. Once the spirit horn was removed from the spirit fish's body, the spiritual energy inside would dissipate in a short time. Only by storing it in a storage box could it be preserved for a long time.

Du Qian's education was not high, but his basic knowledge was solid. Whether it was spirit fish, spirit beasts, spirit plants, or human martial cultivators, the spirit weapons they condensed contained powerful and extremely pure spiritual energy.

This kind of spiritual energy was not something anyone could use. A spirit horn in the hands of an ordinary person was only useful for trading. Even for combat spirits and combat kings, this thing was useless. Only at the combat master level could one utilize the spiritual energy in spirit weapons, absorbing and converting it into one's own spiritual energy.

As combat power increased, it became increasingly difficult to increase spiritual energy. At the combat master level, combat power was measured in millions. No matter how fast one absorbed spiritual energy, it was limited. Using the spiritual energy from dead spirit weapons, the conversion speed was much faster than one's own.

He took a kitchen knife and carefully cut through the fish skin and flesh. The body of a spirit fish was much tougher than that of ordinary fish. It took over an hour, and he was drenched in sweat, but he finally cut through the fish meat, exposing the fish bones inside.

He used the tip of the knife to pry open one end of the fish bone, and transparent bone marrow flowed out. He took a storage tube and filled it halfway with bone marrow, which was a premium fertilizer.

What? You think fertilizer doesn't need to be so detailed? Clearly, you didn't pay attention in class.

The empire was vast, with a large population. Most of the land was unsuitable for farming, not because the soil was bad, but because there were spirit beasts in the wild and spirit plants in the forests. The truly safe places were only around cities.

Even with hundreds of cities, how much land could there be around them? Fertilizer that could increase production was the foundation of a country.

Ordinary fertilizer could at most increase production by a few times, and the growth time of crops remained long. The bone marrow of spirit beasts and spirit fish was a super fertilizer. When diluted in the right proportion, it could shorten the growth time of crops by dozens of times and increase production by dozens of times.

It was because of this super fertilizer that humans did not have to worry about food. In cities with sufficient super fertilizer, one-tenth of an acre of land per person was enough to meet the needs of a comfortable life.

Half a tube of bone marrow might seem small, but when diluted, it could provide sufficient nutrients for one acre of land. It was not as valuable as the spirit horn, but it was still not cheap.

Finally, there were the fish bones. These needed to be crushed, and if possible, ground into powder before being placed in storage tubes.

This was the third treasure from the spirit fish, more valuable than the bone marrow. Energy factories used large equipment to crush, filter, combine, purify, and crystallize the bones, producing pure kinetic energy, which everyone depended on.

Kinetic energy was the source of all power. From kinetic lights, kinetic watches, and the front door of the house, to kinetic stoves and kinetic furnaces, kinetic cars, and kinetic ships, police kinetic guns, and military kinetic tanks.

This was a world of kinetic energy. Without kinetic energy, human life would regress by tens of thousands of years, even returning to primitive society.

The raw material for kinetic energy was the bones of spirit beasts and spirit fish, as well as the cores of spirit plants. A single fish bone, after processing, could produce a considerable amount of kinetic energy.

As for exactly how much, Du Qian's knowledge was not enough to calculate it. This required professionals to determine.

After processing the spirit horn, fish bones, and bone marrow, Du Qian sighed in relief. Two hours had passed without him realizing it. Normally, processing a low-level spirit fish would take only a few minutes, but this was his first time, and he was both studying and processing, being overly cautious, which took longer.

A complete low-level spirit fish was worth about 150 yuan. The welcome gift from the fishing port was quite good.

He carefully hid the treasures, stripped down to nothing, and took a cold shower. Du Qian needed to calm down; he had been too excited earlier.

The cold shower was quite effective. When he walked out of the bathroom, Du Qian's face was calm, at least on the surface. As for what he was thinking, only he knew.

He skipped dinner, feeling no hunger at all.

Taking a few deep breaths and stretching his limbs, the commotion had brought him to the time for cultivation. Combat power was the foundation. Even if becoming a martial cultivator was just a luxury, Du Qian did not want to give up.

He slowly bent his body, taking a few minutes to get the posture right. Closing his eyes, he waited for the feeling of spiritual energy entering his body, which was both intoxicating and heart-wrenching.

A few minutes later, Du Qian opened his eyes again. Damn, he was hungry, but this hunger felt different from usual.

His eyes, against his will, glanced at where the spirit horn was hidden, and his heart rate noticeably increased. Du Qian felt embarrassed, thinking he was inexperienced. A low-level spirit horn had excited him so much, and the cold shower had no effect.

His skin was cold, but the fiery passion in his heart was like a stove with added kinetic energy, unstoppable.

He decided to take a look, just one glance. It was a spirit horn, after all. He had heard a lot about it in school, seen pictures and videos, but this was the first time he saw the real thing, and it belonged to him. What was the harm in touching it a couple of times? Even if some spiritual energy was lost, it wouldn't matter much, just a few yuan less.

This impulse grew stronger, like a wave, unstoppable.

In a strange and awkward posture, he slowly moved over, at least six to seven meters away. The posture for drawing in spiritual energy was extremely unnatural, and doing it was already very painful. On a normal day, Du Qian would find it hard to move, but today, he somehow managed to move such a distance without realizing it.

He opened the storage box and lightly touched the spirit horn inside, his face showing a greedy expression. Du Qian did not realize how annoying his expression was; he was completely immersed in it, like a drug addict seeing drugs. His eyes saw only the spirit horn; the rest of the world did not exist.

Touching it, it felt so good. Du Qian was still a virgin, and the smooth feeling of the spirit horn was like caressing a goddess's thigh. He wondered if women could be as enjoyable as this.

In the room, only Du Qian and the spirit horn were present, and no one saw that when he touched the spirit horn, a gentle green light radiated from his chest, and the spirit horn visibly shrank.

Du Qian, lost in the moment, did not notice, only continuing to touch it...

Until...

"Huh? Ah!!!"

"My spirit horn, which bastard stole my spirit horn?" Du Qian was furious, his body and facial muscles contorted, and at that moment, even his mind was twisted.

Du Qian quickly regained his senses, only a few minutes of madness, and he stared dumbly at the storage box in his hand, where there was no trace of the spirit horn, not even a scrap left.

He looked at the door, then the window. Damn, this was the 28th floor.

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