Chapter 60

"Hmph!"

The air seemed to freeze, and Du Qian felt as if he couldn't breathe. The captain's aura was so powerful that it could even affect the air?

Envy, jealousy, and resentment—when would he ever become that strong? He could only dream about it. After all, he knew the captain's combat power: 1,280,000, a War Master.

Not to mention himself, even his close friend Lei Ming would be content to reach the level of a War King. If it weren't for the changes after graduation, he wouldn't even dare to think about becoming a War King.

"You sold thirty-four spirit pieces today. Do you think you owe money? The association's purchase price for one spirit piece is ten yuan, so that's 340 yuan in total. The spirit storage box is the team's property. After selling the spirit pieces, you need to pay it back. Do you think you owe money?" Fei Xue said slowly, intending to give this kid a good lesson.

The method of punishment varied from person to person. If it were his subordinates, this method would only surprise them but wouldn't make them care. Who among the Flying Tiger team members couldn't come up with a few hundred yuan? Who would care?

Du Qian had no chance of being promoted or becoming a Flying Tiger team member. Since he cared about money, he would use money to teach him a lesson.

"Ah..."

"What 'ah'? Quickly take out the money and the spirit storage box."

Du Qian was stunned. He originally thought it was about sowing seeds and reaping the harvest, but who would have thought that Fei Xue would target him. "Captain Fei... What do you think... about this..." Du Qian didn't know what to say. Spit it out? It would be painful. Who would want to spit it out? Not spit? Dare to? This was the captain of the Flying Tiger team.

Sikong Yi was just a pawn, useful for intimidating those who didn't understand, but not for Fei Xue. He knew the details of the incident better than Du Qian.

"Don't want to spit it out?"

"I... I..." Of course, no one wants to spit it out, but could he not spit it out? Du Qian's mind was racing. Could the spirit storage box be paid in installments? He could return it after using the spirit horns. He definitely wouldn't pay the money. Even if he had extorted a lot from Da Chang, it was still his own skill.

Thinking of Da Chang, Du Qian felt even more guilty. Would Da Chang be afraid of him? It was only because he was in the same car as Captain Fei that day. Captain Fei didn't know and was unintentionally used by him, earning a substantial profit.

If Captain Fei found out, would he make him spit it out again? Captain Fei, why are you so obsessed with money?

This was bad, it would tarnish the reputation of the War Master.

"Fine, you don't want to spit it out, right? I'll give you another choice." Fei Xue had expected this result but didn't expect Du Qian to be so stubborn, holding out for so long without giving in.

It wasn't that Du Qian was brave; he just didn't want to give up the money he had earned.

There's a saying: money gives one courage. Captain Fei, I know you're powerful, and you are my superior, but you can't make me spit out my guts. That's an internal organ; spitting it out would kill me.

He was about to give up, but then Captain Fei said he would give him another choice. This was great; he would choose the option that didn't require money.

"Is this something you made?" Fei Xue said, taking out a spirit piece and waving it in front of Du Qian.

Du Qian's head shook rapidly. "No."

Of course not. Du Qian had spent almost ten days making one, which he had already sold to the association. There was only one, so how could it be in Captain Fei's hands?

"Look carefully, is it... Oh, I mean, did you make this? Do you understand what I mean?" Fei Xue almost laughed, realizing he had misspoken. This spirit piece was made by him, not by Du Qian.

Fei Xue was both angry and amused, not knowing how to express himself.

Du Qian first shook his head, then quickly nodded. This job was his, and he had told Yao Jing. He just wanted to earn a bit more. This thing was too difficult to make, and he wouldn't earn much from it.

"Do you know what this is?" Fei Xue didn't mind, as long as Du Qian understood.

"A spirit piece."

"Do you know what a spirit piece is used for?"

"To sell for money."

Finished. This kid really didn't know. Could the association have become so powerful?

Back in the day, Fei Xue, though not a war orphan, didn't have a much better life than Du Qian. He had taken on spirit piece manufacturing jobs from the association and knew how complex the process was. Compared to the spirit piece in front of him, the process was hundreds or even thousands of times more complex.

Many martial cultivators with poor living conditions preferred to do manual labor rather than take on these jobs. Only those extremely confident, like Fei Xue, would take them.

Usually, after taking on the job, they would give up after a few months to half a year. Ten yuan per piece sounded like a lot, but after a few months, they realized the earnings were not substantial.

Martial cultivators were powerful, and even doing manual labor, one could do the work of ten people. Even if manual labor only earned twenty yuan a month, martial cultivators could earn two hundred yuan, which was far more than making spirit pieces.

Fei Xue had no objections to the pricing. He knew the use of spirit pieces and the value of star elevation talismans. Giving too much would not be profitable, and giving too little would make the association unwilling to do the business.

"Where did you learn this technique?"

"The association gave me a spirit talisman. Activating it taught me."

Fei Xue's eyebrows furrowed tightly. He couldn't describe his feelings—disappointed, yet finding it normal.

He stood up and turned to leave. He had to go to the city lord's residence. Since it wasn't related to Du Qian, it must be that the association had made progress. Pingchuan City was remote and isolated, and he needed to find out if he was the only one who didn't know or if the higher-ups were unaware.

Leaving? Captain Fei just left? What about the money from selling the spirit pieces?

Forget it, don't think about it. As long as Captain Fei doesn't mention it, Du Qian won't voluntarily hand it over.

Come on, let's continue separating the energy threads. Making money is important. With over 3,000 yuan, he had never been so wealthy. When he graduated, his cousin gave him 3,000 yuan, but it was quickly reduced to 200 yuan. This time, it was different; it was his own money.

Should he treat his cousin to a meal? The source of the money had nothing to do with his aunt or cousin, but not treating them would make him uncomfortable.

There was no way around it. A small person getting a little success, a poor person suddenly becoming rich, if he didn't show off, he would feel itchy all over.

"Hey, sis, are you free tomorrow? I'll treat you to a meal."

"What are you talking about? I'm your brother. I haven't seen you for so many days, I miss you."

"Alright, it's settled. Tomorrow at noon, at the second floor of Xide Tea Restaurant, no backing out."

He wouldn't tell her he had earned 3,000 yuan. His recent experiences were quite legendary.

Looking back, Du Qian felt he was not just a little awesome. Good luck was also part of his strength. Based on this, his strength was quite formidable.

Yeah, if he could be even stronger, that would be better. His combat power had reached the critical point, and he could start to condense a spirit weapon.

Putting down the phone, he leaned back after making the spirit piece. His own strength was the most important. The spirit weapon was the first step toward becoming a successful person, and he couldn't be careless.

Actually, after a day of absorption and a few spirit horns, Du Qian's combat power had only increased by a little over 300, to 11,300.

Du Qian couldn't stand his own awesomeness. Increasing by nearly 300 in a day, who would believe it?

Counting on his fingers, Du Qian was truly shocked by his own strength.

At 300 combat points per day, in ten years, he would have nearly 1.1 million combat points.

"War Master? So, I'm already a War Master?" Du Qian's eyes were blank, drooling as he muttered to himself.

How did this happen? He became a War Master without even trying?

Alright, even if it's a War Master in ten years, it's still a War Master. War Master, can't you see? War Master, do you understand?

Du Qian went crazy in the room. Ten minutes later, the War Master of the future calmed down. Damn War Master, if he tightened up, he could absorb five spirit horns a day, but the spirit horns he had wouldn't last long.

3,000 yuan? Is 3,000 yuan a lot? It would buy a lot of meat, but spirit horns? Forget it.

He had been to the market often and knew that spirit horns weren't something you could buy just because you had money. Most markets only listed the value, with no stock.

It made sense. Spirit horns could increase combat power, even if only War Masters could absorb them, they were still valuable.

War Masters were rich, and they would buy as many as they could. Du Qian wasn't a War Master, let alone rich. Without status, position, or strength, how could he compete with War Masters for spirit horns?

Even in thirty or fifty years, becoming a War Master would satisfy Du Qian. A War Master at seventy was a bit old, but not unacceptable.

A War Master at fifty would be awesome. Look at Captain Fei, 39 years old, almost 40, a War Master-level martial cultivator, and the captain of the Flying Tiger team.

Power, people, money, and combat power, he had it all.

Strategic goals should be raised, the campaign process should be meticulous, and the battle should be taken seriously.

Raising the strategic goal wouldn't hurt.

Du Qian decided to take Captain Fei as his role model and become a War Master before the age of 40. He had 22 years to work hard.

This world is ours, and the senior and junior sisters are all ours.

After going crazy again, he sat cross-legged on the floor, calmed his mind, and sensed the spirit pool in his heart. Theoretically, it was infinitely large, capable of holding any amount of spirit energy. In reality, the application of spirit energy was very complex, leaving almost no spirit energy.

For example, now, he had just accumulated a little, and Du Qian couldn't wait to start condensing his first spirit weapon, the main hand weapon.

A spirit weapon long gun with a not too long barrel, an energy weapon with an incredibly complex internal structure.

Du Qian was new to spirit weapons, and the Nebula directly made the choice for him and designed the spirit weapon. Before this, he didn't know what a spirit weapon looked like.

Martial cultivators and spirit weapons were naturally high-end, and complexity was a must. Think of the spirit pieces, a simple thing worth only ten yuan, yet extremely complex.

How could a spirit weapon that would accompany a martial cultivator for life be simple?

Come on, a war orphan isn't afraid of difficulties. Thousand condensations, ten thousand gatherings, shaking Pingchuan.

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