Chapter 155: Autumn Moon Disaster (Part 1)
As Liu Sheng's flying vehicle was about to reach Chang'an, Wen Weilan's trade fair was already nearing its end.
The weird objects they brought back, risking their lives, fetched a good price.
Especially the Taotie Prison Wraith, which has confinement and spatial characteristics and can accommodate so many weird objects, is very useful in actual combat. It ultimately sold for 4,500 Lingtual.
With this, plus the other weird objects, everyone could earn close to 3,000 Lingtual.
This was truly an overnight fortune.
However, Weird Domains with so many compound weird objects are rare, and they also had to thank the Cosmic Village villagers for their devout summons.
Moreover, only Wen Weilan and Liu Sheng knew that they had not just risked their lives; according to the infinite branching worlds, they might have died tens of thousands of times to live just once.
In her memory, she had also died countless times.
So, this money was not easy to earn.
But the others didn't know, and they were all dazed by this windfall.
Chen Shanyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief; the gloom of these past few days had finally dissipated somewhat.
He was already thinking that on the way back, he would buy two catties of braised pig's head meat and a large pot of Zhuyeqing wine, go home to drink heartily with his wife, and then wake up to find a real estate agent to look at houses in Qinghe and pick out a good one.
"I'm going to relieve myself," he told the others.
He had been too nervous while waiting for the auction and had been drinking the tea served by the attendants.
He drank one cup, then another, but still felt parched.
Now that he was relaxed, he felt his bladder could no longer bear the burden.
The others had no objections, nor did they suggest going together or leaving.
There were still several highlight weird objects to be auctioned later, so of course, they wanted to stay and observe the market.
...
Chen Shanyuan came out of the latrine and was about to bypass the small garden to return to Autumn Moon Tower.
The plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums in the small garden were all rendered in freehand ink. Having grown accustomed to the various colorful flowers in reality, suddenly seeing such a black and white garden was quite unique.
Chen Shanyuan, having finally earned money, was feeling quite pleasant and relaxed at this moment. With his hands behind his back, he strolled a bit longer in the garden.
He looked up, and above the Autumn Moon Tower, a hazy full moon, lightly swept with pale gray ink, happened to be hanging.
One corner of the Autumn Moon Tower's upturned eaves perfectly landed in the center of the moon, and a person, with flowing robes, stood atop it.
Chen Shanyuan rubbed his eyes, thinking he had drunk too much wine these past few days and his vision was blurry.
But he wasn't mistaken.
Looking closely again, that person was still standing on the eaves.
The roof of Autumn Moon Tower was definitely a Forbidden Land.
With guards from the painting layer by layer, how did that person manage to get up there?
One explanation was that this person had special weird objects that could bypass the guards.
Another explanation was that this person's cultivation was extremely high, far surpassing the guards.
If it was the latter, it would be too astonishing.
After all, the xiaoxiang eight views map was the Lingtual of the Xiaoxiang House Master. It was rumored that the Xiaoxiang House Master's Realm had already reached the Dongxuan Realm, and the Realm of the guards in the painting followed the House Master, basically all having cultivation above the Mingzhen Realm.
This was also why no one usually caused trouble in the Xiao Xiang House.
In short, no matter what, the person who could appear on the eaves at this moment was not an existence Chen Shanyuan could spy upon.
Sure enough, as Chen Shanyuan's gaze lingered for a bit, that person sensed it and looked in his direction.
Although Chen Shanyuan couldn't see that person's face, he could clearly feel a gaze distantly entwining him.
This gaze was cold and sharp, seeming to be able to cut through his skin, drill into his body, and tear his insides into pieces.
He trembled all over, couldn't help but retreat a few steps, tripped over his feet, and fell heavily on his backside into the ink-washed chrysanthemums, with countless ink dots splashing onto him.
He dared not look anymore!
He lowered his face and averted his gaze.
But he could still feel that gaze sticky on his body, scrutinizing him.
However, that person did not really make a move against him and quickly withdrew their gaze.
He didn't know if it was because they thought Chen Shanyuan was insignificant, or if they simply didn't care.
Perhaps both.
Chen Shanyuan quickly scrambled to his feet in a panic and ran headlong into the Autumn Moon Tower, not daring to look back even once.
The guards from the painting on both sides of the main door, clad in ink-colored armor, stood silently.
He grabbed one of them, wanting to tell him what he had seen, but just as he was about to speak, he felt his heart thump wildly, about to burst from his chest.
He could feel that if he really spoke, his heart would probably explode, and he would die on the spot!
It seemed that person had not truly let him go, but had cursed him.
This was the difference in Realm; he was cursed without even realizing it.
Helpless, he could only release the ink-colored armor he was holding.
It was better to find his teammates first.
They were currently sitting in a private room on the third floor, and Chen Shanyuan stumbled and ran up.
He had quite a few experiences hunting weird objects over the years, and he had developed a steady character. Although his spirit had been frustrated recently due to Guai Qi erosion and a major upheaval, he shouldn't have been so flustered.
However, the fear that person brought him was boundless and deeply ingrained.
He became even more certain that that person's cultivation was probably in the Dongxuan Realm!
...
Inside the Autumn Moon Tower, everyone's eyes were burning as they looked over the private room railing at the stage downstairs.
On the stage, a graceful woman, dressed in luxurious robes, adorned with jewels in her hair, and sparkling treasures on her neck, hands, and waist, made one wonder what kind of breathtaking beauty lay beneath her ink-colored mask.
She then spoke in a delicate and pleasant voice, "This is one of our highlight weird objects, belonging to the extremely dangerous Rank; it's just a hair's breadth away from being a disaster!"
Her tone was passionate and enthusiastic. With a flick of her hand, the curtain was pulled open, and a weird object, sealed within a transparent cover covered with runes, appeared before everyone.
This weird object was very quiet, looking like a square black box, covered with constantly changing black and white snowflakes. A faint weird shadow could be vaguely seen flickering in and out of the snowflakes.
Above the black box was another item, an irregularly shaped small, bright red box, with a rope connecting to a thin, curved object, round at both ends. On the body of the box, a circle of round buttons was arranged, each engraved with symbols, making their use unfathomable.
"This weird object can appear from any flat surface, including mirrors, books, and paintings," the woman continued to introduce, "As long as you use the box above to call the other party, once they answer, they will be infected by this weird object, without exception."
Everyone who heard this was excited; the rules of this weird object were so overbearing, simply unavoidable.
"The specific usage will be directly given to the successful bidder afterward," the woman mentioned, gently tapping the cover.
As she tapped, a long-haired, white-clad figure walking in the darkness occasionally flashed in the snowflakes. This image quickly disappeared, and when it reappeared, the pale figure seemed to have approached a little, then disappeared again.
"The starting price is one hundred thousand Lingtual, with each bid no less than one thousand Lingtual," the woman on stage announced an astronomical figure, and all the private rooms let out a collective gasp, along with whispers.
Soon, one private room called out, "One hundred and one thousand!"
"One hundred and two thousand," another private room responded, unwilling to be outdone.
When Chen Shanyuan used his token to swipe open the private room and stumbled in, Wen Weilan and the others were extremely focused on the image in the black box, waiting for the white figure's next appearance.
You can guess the inspiration for this weird object, but the rules are definitely different from the original version.
