Chapter 49

Du Qian picked up a pen and quickly listed formula after formula on the paper. Fortunately, it hadn't been long since graduation, and these basic formulas were still fresh in his mind. A few minutes later, Du Qian obtained the calculation results. Seeing the results, he sighed in relief but also felt an extraordinary pain.

Between one hour and forty minutes to two hours, low combat power is truly unbearable. The speed of spirit horn recovery is so slow that it makes one want to commit suicide. No wonder, regardless of the job, people prefer martial cultivators. The gap is not just a little.

As long as one crosses the threshold of ten thousand combat power and becomes a true martial cultivator, the spirit horn recovery time can be shortened to fifty minutes, which is twice as fast as his current speed.

When combat power exceeds one hundred and fifty thousand and one becomes a Combat King, the spirit horn recovery speed is forty seconds. What a difference, like comparing a turtle to a low-altitude flying vehicle?

Two hours is just enough to be used during the downtime, without affecting his absorption of spirit horns. But this way, his previous fantasies can only remain fantasies.

A ten-yuan item, of course, cannot satisfy Du Qian. The price is not high, so he can only make up for it with quantity. Now, he is in the process of improving his proficiency. He believes that one day, he will be able to quickly separate energy threads, quickly weave loops, and quickly produce one item after another...

No matter what this thing is, as long as someone is willing to pay ten yuan for it, as long as he makes enough, producing dozens of items every day, he won't have to worry about spirit horns.

Du Qian's calculation method is reverse deduction. He needs four spirit horns per day, which is four hundred yuan. Each item is ten yuan, so his goal is to produce forty items per day.

Now he's in trouble. With a two-hour spirit horn recovery time, even if he doesn't spend any time making the items, he can produce at most twelve items a day. In reality, it's impossible to reach such a speed. According to his calculations, reaching the limit, producing ten items a day is already quite impressive.

Du Qian's mind was full of thoughts about buying spirit horns, and he didn't think about the problem normally. Even if he produces ten items a day, that's one hundred yuan. Over a month, that's three thousand yuan.

A monthly salary of three thousand? What a joke. In the Zhou Shan Empire, where the average salary is only thirty yuan, earning a hundred times more? Unless you run a business or are a Combat Master-level martial cultivator.

Not to mention, Du Qian's requirements are four times higher, a monthly income of twelve thousand yuan? In Pingchuan City, most small businesses can't earn that much.

"Increase proficiency, improve speed, and quickly become a martial cultivator." Du Qian wouldn't complain about his fate. Which war orphan isn't destined for hardship? Relying on heaven and earth is not as good as relying on oneself. This is something he understood early on.

In some aspects, war orphans are far more mature than those who grow up in happy families, immersed in luxury. They grow faster.

Of course, the disadvantages of war orphans are also very obvious, making it much harder for them to stand out in society. Without support from relatives and friends, without a high level of education, with eccentric personalities, and low emotional intelligence. These disadvantages mean that war orphans can endure hardships and dangers that others cannot, growing quickly in the early stages, but when they reach a certain height, they lose momentum, and further improvement becomes very difficult.

Increasing proficiency is currently the easiest thing to do. Whether it's separating energy threads or weaving loops, over these few days, Du Qian has been gradually figuring it out. Sometimes, a cloud appears before his eyes, and light beams fly out from the cloud, guiding him on how to proceed.

Days ago, Du Qian had already become a die-hard fan of the Symbol Master. The spirit talismans created by the Symbol Master are incredibly powerful. Even if you are a fool, he has a way to teach you. Having a teacher available at any time, who is patient and can continuously guide you, what can't you learn?

As for becoming a great Symbol Master, this ideal is too distant, so distant that even a narcissist like Du Qian doesn't dare to think about it.

The basic threshold for becoming a Symbol Master is actually not that high. A martial cultivator with ten thousand combat power is the minimum requirement. In the past, it might not have been possible, but now it's definitely not a problem.

However, the Symbol Master has another extremely high threshold: analysis, calculation, arrangement, and problem-solving. The requirements are so high that they can make any mathematician break down.

Yes, you can understand it this way: any Symbol Master is the most outstanding mathematician. Compared to mathematicians who only use paper and pencils or differential machines, the difference is not just a little, but a ton.

Du Qian felt that in the orphan school, his and Lei Ming's intelligence were quite good, but compared to the requirements of a Symbol Master, it's not just a matter of having a gap. Not to mention them, even the math teachers in the orphan school are far from meeting the requirements, let alone the students.

The Symbol Master is indeed a magical profession. It is said that in the entire Pingchuan City, there are only a few Symbol Masters, and these Symbol Masters are definitely of limited ability. A Symbol Master with a bit of capability wouldn't stay in a secondary city. Not to mention primary cities and the four capital cities, even the capital Shangjing would have countless forces vying for them.

Increasing proficiency is the best way to shorten time. As for how much it can be shortened, Du Qian doesn't know, but he can only try his best. Not knowing is better, at least he dares to make an effort.

Improving speed goes without saying; once proficiency increases, speed will naturally follow.

Becoming a martial cultivator has always been Du Qian's life goal. Originally, he thought this goal might be achieved after thirty years or even before retirement. Who would have thought that after graduation, his intelligence and talent would surge like a geyser, unstoppable.

This goal, on the contrary, has become the most calm for Du Qian. As long as he still has spirit horns and money in his identity card, what is there to worry about?

Walking out of the school gate and working for less than half a month, his combat power has already increased to 8,880, a small increase of three thousand combat power. The remaining one thousand plus combat power, is that even a big deal?

"Quick, quick, quick, need to speed up." Du Qian waved his fists and shouted. The goal seems distant, but at least it gives him a direction.

After the excitement, he put on his coat, walked out of the office, and locked the door. Originally, there was nothing in the office worth stealing, especially in the headquarters of the Flying Tiger Team. But now, it's different. Spirit horns are not convenient to carry around, so they can only be kept in the office.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Flying Tiger Team members, a few spirit horns are not worth much. How much could they be worth, not worth the effort to steal. But Du Qian is cautious. To him, spirit horns are valuable items. If it weren't for the inconvenience, he wouldn't leave them here. Even at home, he feels unsafe, only a bank safety deposit box can give him peace of mind.

This is also a matter of no choice. The mentality of a small person cannot be eliminated in a short time. It needs to be gradually improved, until he no longer values these spirit horns, then he can let go.

He doesn't need to take leave and can leave at any time. Going out with a car, what a happy life.

What is Du Qian going to do? Naturally, he is going to the Association. The items are made, and they need to be sold. It's not that he is short of the ten yuan now. In fact, these days, he hasn't spent a single cent, even eating at the team's canteen.

He is testing. He has taken on the job and completed it, but he can't afford any accidents. What if he makes a bunch and delivers them to the Association, and they tell him it was just a joke, that the items are not worth much? Who would he cry to then?

His identity as a member of the Flying Tiger Team is too superficial. He doesn't have the courage to clash with the vast Wilderness Survival Association.

The Association is still as bustling as ever. After not coming for ten days, there doesn't seem to be any change. In fact, the Wilderness Survival Association has always been like this, with minimal changes over hundreds or thousands of years.

This time, he didn't go to the exchange area but directly to the service area, queuing up. There were quite a few people in the service area, but fortunately, there were many windows. Du Qian waited for ten minutes and it was his turn.

"May I ask what service you need?"

The words were so sweet. Any service? Du Qian fantasized in his mind but naturally didn't say it out loud.

"Exchange area's piecework task, I don't know the number." Du Qian asked carefully. His initial suspicion that the guy was a scammer also stemmed from this. Just a table and a sign, it made him unsure if the task was valid.

"Oh, I know, are you turning in the task?" The female clerk in the window was somewhat surprised. This task doesn't need to be turned in here, nor does it require queuing. In a month, there are hardly any people turning in tasks.

Of course, it can also be turned in here, and the performance points are quite good. This is a good thing that has come to her door.

"Yes, look..." Du Qian said.

"No problem, please hand over the task pieces to me." The female clerk was excited and pressed the call button. She has the authority to receive tasks, but it must be confirmed by the supervisor.

Du Qian handed a combat spirit storage box into the window. After the item is made, it also needs to be stored in a storage box. Though no one reminded him, it's not hard to figure out. Once the spirit energy leaves the body, it will dissipate. This thing is completely converted from Du Qian's combat power into spirit energy, so it must be preserved well, it's worth ten yuan.

As soon as the box was handed over, a fat aunt walked over from behind the female clerk, asked a few questions, opened the box, took a look, and then turned and left.

"Is it done?" Du Qian asked.

"Please wait a moment. Your spirit piece needs to be identified by someone. The supervisor has gone to find someone. Sir, in the future, you can turn in your spirit pieces at the Special 1 to Special 3 windows, where there are dedicated personnel. We usually only receive ordinary tasks here." The female clerk was somewhat reluctant. This is performance points, but the rules are the rules, and she must explain clearly.

"Is that so." Fortunately, it's not a problem. The storage box should be returned to him, which is more valuable than the spirit... spirit piece inside.

Spirit piece? Spirit part?

Du Qian blinked a few times and finally realized that his previous thoughts were a bit off. He thought it was a spirit part.