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Chapter 107 - 107 106 Lucky Road Travels

107: Chapter 106 Lucky Road Travels 107: Chapter 106 Lucky Road Travels In the dressing room, An Jing took off the poncho that was nearly destroyed by the Evil Born Demon and put on a brand-new bulletproof poncho.

He donned the evil-warding mask and carried a whole set of brand-new Magic Artifact-grade equipment, feeling a surge of excitement.

With these Magic Artifact talismans and my further improved cultivation…

Evil Born Demon, your end is near!

Although these equipments couldn’t function under the prohibition and their quality was uncertain, with the demonstration by the staff in a specially designed non-restrictive area (which still suppressed weapon modules), An Jing could confirm that his drones could operate smoothly.

Even more, he had personally tried operating them, controlling the drones with professional virtual glasses and a control joystick.

For some reason, An Jing, who theoretically had never seen or used drones before, handled them very skillfully, making them fly up and down on the Six Qi Lotus Platform and maneuver in three dimensions with agility, even surprising the Black Market staff beside him.

“Sir, your proficiency in controlling the drones is comparable to a professional,” she said, half in awe and half flattering, “Without a chip, you are able to control it so flexibly.

If you had a chip…”

Before she could finish, the implication was clear.

An Jing, quite surprised, took off the drone glasses.

In this life, he naturally didn’t have this skill, but in his previous life, he even knew how to operate drones?

Just who was he?

Skilled in martial arts and drone operation, and died young…

Could it be some urban retired soldier king, then turned into an urban supernatural fighter?

And, the so-called “chip” mentioned by the people of the Tianyuan Realm…

“Thank you for your assistance.”

That was what he thought, but An Jing smoothly thanked the staff for their help.

“It’s no trouble at all…”

And this pleasant-tempered, sweet-voiced Black Market attendant continuously waved her hands.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out a Water Mirror and cautiously approached, saying, “Could you leave me a good review here, please?”

An Jing blinked and looked at the Water Mirror, finding rows of service ratings where one could input a Spirit Qi Pattern to leave either a praise or a criticism.

This attendant was a newcomer, quite young, likely just started working at the Black Market.

There weren’t many reviews yet, but all were positive — An Jing felt it was normal, as the demonstration and subsequent service she provided were excellent, indeed deserving a perfect score.

He smiled and marked all perfect scores for her.

“Thank you!”

Seeing that An Jing had given her perfect scores across the board, the young attendant couldn’t help but blush and smile shyly, her eyes curving like crescents.

With this joy, she guided An Jing to the Free Trade Zone and cheerfully waved goodbye.

An Jing’s mood improved significantly because of this.

Upon arriving at the Free Trade Zone, the place was bustling with noise.

This area was drastically different from the Arms Preparation Area, resembling a small underground city, noisy, with a large flow of people, and an extremely high dome.

Each individual stall and shop hung advertising signs, varying in size, the tallest ones being as high as thirteen stories.

People with their faces covered searched around for items they desired.

Some vendors allowed bargaining, while others had fixed prices, each markedly different.

An Jing silently followed his little helper drone through the crowd.

If he were to speak of his true need, it was these somewhat intelligent drones from the Black Market that he desperately wanted.

But these drones were actually just ‘Sub-drones’, controlled by the Black Market’s central system.

The drones that had their own intelligence and an ‘Artifact Spirit’ were either extremely expensive or very large.

“We’ll talk next time.”

With that thought, An Jing soon arrived at a shop named ‘Lucky Road Travels’ and picked up the ‘Frontiersman Single Person Package Type C’ he had previously ordered through Water Mirror, priced at seventy-five Good Deeds, flat rate.

The package included: a Forest Cleaving Knife, a Meat-cutting Knife, a Bulletproof Poncho, an Evil-warding Mask, a compass, firestone lighter with windproof flint, a set of needles, screwdrivers, pliers, tweezers and other tools, a Night Vision Device, a small single-person medical kit, a Purification Talisman, a set of ropes, a compressed tent, and a flashlight.

In addition, there was the ‘Bright Spirit Scatter’, a type of stimulant, refined sugar, salt, and gold wound medicine, along with four Fasting Pills.

Taking one Fasting Pill, if one merely meditates to slow down metabolism instead of exercising, could satisfy a person’s needs for five days.

The set was actually quite basic.

For one hundred and twenty-five Good Deeds, the Type B would additionally include a Healing Talisman and a Silence Talisman, with two more Fasting Pills.

For three hundred Good Deeds, the Type A also included a Godspeed Talisman, a Gold Armor Talisman, a Blood Pill, and many other small gadgets.

But An Jing also had Qi Boosting Pills, and as Sword Spirit had mentioned, a Gold Armor Talisman wasn’t even comparable to his current physical resilience.

Many other needs could be met through the drones’ surveillance, which was nearly sufficient.

“Young man, without a chip, controlling the Six Qi Lotus Platform might be difficult,”

said the young shop owner of Lucky Road Travels.

He had waist-length black hair, his eyes covered by a black multi-lensed mask, but from the half-exposed face, one could tell he was barely in his twenties.

He was quite talkative.

Noticing An Jing used the Good Deeds certificate, and seeing the Six Qi Lotus Platform hanging on the back of his pack, he advised, “Let me teach you a method.

It’s to activate six Sub-drones at the same time, ascend, and then simultaneously activate the ‘Disperse’ command.

The six Sub-drones will automatically balance and disperse, flying in six different directions, which is much more convenient than controlling them one by one.”

Besides that, he mentioned a few more drone control tips, which were quite practical and made An Jing repeatedly nod and memorize them.

An Jing glanced at the counter behind the young store owner and noticed it was filled with various drone components…

It seemed to be a hobby.

Excited to speak, he smiled and bowed, “Thank you for your guidance.

It seems you are quite proficient in this field.”

After finishing his thanks, he placed five Good Deeds on the table and slowly slid them over, lowering his voice to ask, “About these chips…

I always hear people mention them, but being from the Wilderness, I have no clue what treasure they actually are, and how I might obtain one?”

“No, no, it’s just a hobby, a minor research of mine,” the boss, who seemed a bit naively cheerful, responded.

After accepting the Good Deeds, he planned to offer An Jing a cigarette, but seeing An Jing point to his gas mask, he put it away and contentedly lit one for himself: “The Core, the heart also.”

“This chip, it’s a combination of the United Heart Formation, Psychic Talismans, and Divine Control Inner View.

Simply put, it’s a Seal Mark Array Plate that connects to our souls, links to various networks, assists in computation, and can also record and distribute thoughts.”

“It’s not difficult to get one.

You Wilderness people just need to gather five thousand Good Deeds and a piece of Military Merit.

Then you can go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to handle the paperwork, register for residency, and obtain the Psychic Core Chip.”

“Military Merit?” An Jing repeated, now faintly understanding the reason behind Iron Hand’s earlier astonishment, while the boss laughed, “Yeah, those Exotic Beasts and Monstrous Evils, and occasionally a Human Demon too.

The Pioneering Bureau issues warrants against dangerous Ferocious Beasts and Spirit Beasts, each one counted as Military Merit.”

“It’s not difficult for you Wilderness people, but gathering five thousand Good Deeds…

ah, that’s tough.”

An Jing nodded, seemingly deeply empathetic, and sighed, “Making money is tough.”

Both of them sighed together for a while, and then bid each other farewell quite happily.