High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 183: Chapter 176: Krypton Gold 2600! Tonight, Gods and Demons Are All My Food

Inside, ten pale-blue test tubes were arranged neatly.

They shimmered under the light with a captivating luster.

"Fifty Spirit Coins a tube. That’s already the special introductory price I’m giving you."

"Can we get by without this potion?"

Wang Meng couldn’t resist poking his head out from behind.

"That’s a total rip-off! Fifty Spirit Coins a tube? Is this stuff made of gold?"

"You can go without it."

Zhao Hai shot Wang Meng a glance, a hint of amusement on his face.

"As long as you’re not afraid of your brain getting fried into mush."

"You’d use the best Spiritual Energy Liquid to maintain your fighter jet, but when it comes to upgrading your own brain, you’re suddenly reluctant to spend money?"

Wang Meng’s face flushed red, choked by the retort.

He could only shrink back resentfully and mutter under his breath.

"This is daylight robbery..."

Han Feng quickly calculated in his head.

’At the final moments of the trial, a cool energy had indeed repaired my nerves, which felt like they were about to boil.’

’That must have been the potion’s effect.’

’If I’m going to attempt to awaken my Divine Sense, I have to be in peak condition.’

’I can’t skimp on this.’

"I’ll rent it for one night."

Han Feng held up two fingers.

"In addition, I need twenty potions."

"Twenty?!"

This time, even Zhao Hai was stunned, his professional smile nearly cracking.

"Friend, that’s two thousand Spirit Coins!"

"This potion may be good stuff, but you can’t just drink it like water."

"An ordinary Martial Artist can only handle two a day at most. Any more can lead to mental overstimulation, insomnia, and even neurological disorders!"

Han Feng’s tone was perfectly calm.

"You saw what my limits are just now, didn’t you?"

His words left Zhao Hai speechless.

’Indeed, the young man before him couldn’t be measured by conventional standards.’

"The rental fee is five hundred, the potions are a thousand. That’s one thousand five hundred Spirit Coins in total."

Zhao Hai quickly did the math in his head, and his gaze on Han Feng grew increasingly fervent.

"As for the security deposit... seeing as you provided that perfect set of data, I can use my authority to waive it for you."

"But you’d better guard that helmet with your life. It’s a cutting-edge creation from Star Sea Technology. If you break it, selling you wouldn’t even begin to cover the cost."

One thousand five hundred Spirit Coins.

For any student team, this was an astronomical sum.

Even an A Level Student like Zhang Hao would have to risk life and limb for a long time to save up that much.

Han Feng felt his pockets.

He only had the three hundred Spirit Coins he’d earned from selling that bird, and Wang Meng had already spent a few dozen on snacks and drinks.

He was practically broke.

"I don’t have that much cash." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Han Feng stated bluntly.

"But I have materials. Do you take them here?"

Zhao Hai froze for a second.

Then he pointed to a nearby stall with a sign that read, "Star Sea Technology Materials Reclamation." The smile on his face grew even wider.

"Take them? Of course we take them!"

"As long as you have good stuff, I guarantee Star Sea Technology offers the fairest prices you’ll find anywhere here."

He was also quite curious.

’What could this mysterious student, who looked to be only in the Body Tempering Realm, possibly have to cover an enormous sum of fifteen hundred Spirit Coins?’

Han Feng turned and shot Wang Meng a look.

The two of them carried their bulging tactical backpacks straight to the reclamation counter.

The Appraiser at the reclamation counter was a middle-aged man with a monocle. He was yawning out of sheer boredom, looking half-asleep.

"Put your things on the counter. Sort them by category."

The Appraiser said without looking up.

Han Feng didn’t bother with pleasantries.

He simply unzipped the backpack, grabbed it by the bottom, and violently emptied its contents onto the counter.

CLATTER—RATTLE—THUD—

A mixture of crisp clinks and heavy thuds rang out across the counter.

Ores of all sizes, Demon Beast Materials, and even a few Spirit Plants preserved in special containers instantly formed a small, shimmering mountain on the counter.

The interwoven glows of various colors nearly blinded the Appraiser.

The previously listless Appraiser shot bolt upright as if he were spring-loaded.

The monocle on his nose nearly fell off in his shock.

"Th-th-this..."

’Tier Two Lower Grade Earth Crystal, Tier One Upper Grade Fire Copper Ore, an incredibly well-preserved Tier Two Early Stage Iron-Backed Water Lizard Hide, as well as Blood Coagulation Grass, Qi Replenishing Flower...’

’This wasn’t some student’s training haul from a Secret Realm.’

’This guy must have gone wholesale shopping in a Demon Beast’s den!’

’Especially that fist-sized Thick Earth Crystal. It was a uniform earthen yellow, and inside, what looked like golden quicksand seemed to be slowly churning.’

’One look was enough to tell this was the absolute finest quality!’

The surrounding crowd instantly erupted.

"Holy shit! So many Tier Two Materials? And the luster on that Thick Earth Crystal... my god!"

"Did they just raid some Demon Beast Lord’s treasury?"

Zhao Hai was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the pile of treasures, then at Han Feng’s back, his expression turning incredibly complex and profound.

"Tally it up. Quickly."

Han Feng tapped his fingers on the counter.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it held an undeniable calm.

The Appraiser snapped back to reality.

His attitude did an immediate one-eighty, becoming utterly respectful.

His gaunt fingers flew across the light-screen calculator as if playing a piano.

"Tier Two Lower Grade Earth Crystal, perfect condition, stable internal Spiritual Power structure, fifteen thousand Contribution Points..."

"Iron-Backed Water Lizard Hide, ninety percent intact, professionally cut... remarkable workmanship..."

"Miscellaneous Tier One ores, totaling..."

Five minutes later, the Appraiser wiped the sweat from his brow and announced a number that instantly silenced the crowd.

"Based on the Black Market exchange rate, that converts to a total of... two thousand, six hundred and seventy Spirit Coins."

Two thousand six hundred and seventy.

That was enough money to buy a brand-new Tier Two Upper Grade Spiritual Energy Weapon on the open market.