All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 82 - 82 82 Big Purchasing

82: Chapter 82: Big Purchasing 82: Chapter 82: Big Purchasing “There’s no need for you to personally see me off; just tell me the location of the Black Market,”

An Jing would be returning to Embracing the Void realm after some time, so how could he let Iron Hand escort him into the city.

To this, Iron Hand was indifferent: “Suit yourself.” He examined the Ink Jade Demonic Bone in his hands, unable to be more satisfied.

“I also need some Refined Metal,” An Jing continued: “The higher the quality, the better.”

“I have Refined Metal, this junkyard is full of it,” Iron Hand understood, but then shook his head regretfully: “But as for the grade…

I’m afraid it won’t meet the standards your farm equipment and weapons require.

I dare not sell it to you.”

“Dare not?” An Jing raised his head in confusion, his tone questioning: “What do you mean by dare not?”

Noticing An Jing’s confusion, the boss shook his head and raised his hand to point at the roof of the recycling shed: “See that, the newly repaired roof.”

An Jing looked up and indeed noticed it was very new; he remembered when he saw it from outside, he felt it was odd.

It turned out it really was newly repaired.

“Two weeks ago, your Wilderness people blew it up,” Iron Hand said expressionlessly: “Because the Biomass Converter I sold them malfunctioned, and they didn’t even know what after-sales service meant.

They just came over and threw bombs without a word.”

—Turns out the shrewd tradesman looking to make money off repairs was taken down by the honest and simple folk of the Wilderness.

An Jing realized this and said with a grave voice, “That sounds like it’s your problem.

You just had to explain things clearly.”

“There’s no use talking to you Wilderness people who can’t even understand a maintenance manual.”

Iron Hand still harbored resentment towards the Wilderness people, but noticing An Jing’s silence, he sighed: “I’m not talking about you, young man, but I fear your relatives and tribal brothers probably aren’t as easy to reason with.”

“I also am afraid of Wilderness people sneaking over in the middle of the night and blowing up my house again, so I’ll give you a straightforward suggestion.”

“There are several official business outlets in the Black Market where you can buy industrial-grade Mysterious Iron; not to mention for farm tools, even for manufacturing axle bearings, there would be no issue.”

Since there was access to high-quality metals, An Jing naturally did not want to absorb the lower-grade metals from the junkyard for cultivating the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban.

It wasn’t a matter of disdain but rather that the junkyard’s Demonic Qi was too heavy, and the quality too poor.

Using it for Foundation Establishment, he would probably only establish a foundation of scrap metal.

It’s alright for emergency healing, but not for cultivation.

At this moment, Iron Hand Boss also had finished calculating the Good Deeds for An Jing’s transactions.

An Jing earned eight hundred fifty Good Deeds by reselling second-hand equipment.

By selling the Ink Jade Demonic Bone and Fanged Pig tusks, he earned two thousand one hundred fifty Good Deeds.

Then, a City Entry Pass cost one thousand five hundred Good Deeds, and a Black Market Pass was two hundred Good Deeds.

An Jing also bought an Icefall Type-B Fire Gun and supporting equipment, as well as the best Spirit Qi Furnace this shop offered, costing four hundred sixty-five Good Deeds.

Among these, Iron Hand Boss did not charge An Jing for cracking open the Chongming Sword Box; instead, the refurbishing and maintenance of the Sword Box, along with the bullets, were given at a friendly price of one hundred Good Deeds.

He then purchased a set of local portable compressed canned food, ten in total, costing ten Good Deeds.

He also bought five ‘Defensive Thunder Beads’ for forty-five Good Deeds.

At that point, An Jing discovered that Good Deeds had immense purchasing power—although the portable compressed canned food was only the size of a human fist, it weighed nearly two pounds.

Once opened, it turned out to be extremely tough jerky that would swell up to the size of two palms and as thick as a fist when soaked in water.

It had an industrial flavor scent.

An Jing scooped a piece with his own spoon and chewed it— the texture was robust, seemingly with tendons, probably beef.

It was quite tasty to chew, though it might be better warmed up; however, there was no such condition available now.

Such a large piece of meat, being a portable compressed canned product, couldn’t be cheap, yet it could be bought with only one Good Deed.

Hence, An Jing asked Iron Hand Boss if Xuanye City had another currency system internally.

“Indeed there is.

One Good Deed can be exchanged for one hundred Credit Points.

Daily necessities in the city are bought with Credit Points, only resources for cultivation and combat require Good Deeds.”

“As for you Wilderness folk, haven’t you always bartered goods?

Plus, you don’t have chips, so naturally, Credit Points are useless to you.”

At this point, Iron Hand Boss also handed over the six hundred eighty physical Good Deeds vouchers to An Jing.

They were six faintly red and eight light blue exquisitely made chips, looking rather like talismans.

The red ones were worth one hundred Good Deeds, and the light blue ones, ten Good Deeds.

The Good Deeds Certificate had a semi-transparent chip with fluctuating, flashing patterns of light, likely some sort of talismanic anti-counterfeiting mark.

“Over six hundred Good Deeds, enough to buy industrial-grade Mysterious Iron, probably almost three thousand pounds.

Purple Tin and Red Copper are a bit more expensive, can’t buy that much of them.”

“Any more than that, and it wouldn’t be enough, you weigh it out yourself—but if you ask me, three thousand pounds should be sufficient for your tribe for a while, and without calling people over, you actually can’t carry away that much anyway.”

Iron Hand didn’t know An Jing’s true identity; he truly thought An Jing was a Wilderness person, someone who came to buy weapons for hunting the three-legged Fire Crows and metals for forging farming tools and weapons for his tribe, and he happened to save Huo Qing’s life along the way.

Afterward, Iron Hand Boss explained many origins and rules of the Black Market to An Jing in great detail, extremely afraid that An Jing would unwittingly cause trouble that would implicate him, or that An Jing would be taken advantage of and come back to find him for trouble.

“Don’t worry about the Day Tiger Gang, just stay in my cabin, and when gang members come, I will deal with them for you.”

As he said this, he threw a pair of gloves to An Jing: “Put on the gloves, kid; if you expose those hands, everyone will know how old you are.”

Whoosh!

Perhaps it was because of using mechanical limbs or maybe just to test him, he threw them with considerable speed and even with a bit of skill.

And An Jing lifted his hand, deftly catching the gloves between his fingers: “Thanks.”

Having said that, he didn’t bother with anything else and went straight to the back room of the recycling cabin.

Iron Hand narrowed his eyes, the light in his cybernetic left eye flickering as he watched An Jing’s retreating figure.

“So young, yet already with Essence Qi like a river, nearly reaching like a tide, and his handiwork isn’t weak either; even Big Spear, that bastard, was dealt with in one move by him…

Which major clan’s prodigy is he?

Did he sneak out on his own to make his way, or is it that…”

He averted his gaze, slightly shaking his head and sighed, “Things are getting messier in the city, with the Luofu Group and Shouyang Group fighting each other, and commoners are the ones suffering.

Now even the Wilderness people are sending their elites to join the chaos, who knows how much more chaotic it will get.”

“I wonder how my elder brother is doing…

forget it, it’s not something I should be concerned with.”

After thinking it over, Iron Hand decided to simply close the door of the recycling cabin: “Might as well close up shop for a while.”

The back room.

Unlike the spacious storefront, the back room was quite small and cluttered, with various household utensils and trash like bottles and cans strewn about, and the table was covered in all manner of papers and goods.

From various technical reports to gun parts, from medicaments to elixir raw materials, everything was there, making one doubt Iron Hand’s daily life situation.

Huo Qing was currently at the table, treating his wounds.

Upon seeing An Jing enter, his eyes lit up as he stood up: “Brother An, how did it go, did you…”

“I got my stuff done,” An Jing cut him off, gesturing with his hand for the injured man to sit down and said concisely, “Next up, you and I wait here for a day, then we should get ready to leave.”

“Good that I haven’t delayed your matters.”

Huo Qing exhaled deeply.

In An Jing’s view, he was most likely lacking in affection as a child, leading him to develop a somewhat people-pleasing personality, always placing other people’s matters above his own.

An Jing didn’t dislike such people, but as a friend, he still hoped he could be more self-respecting and self-improving, only by loving oneself could he maintain a better mindset.

However, now was not the time to think about this; Huo Qing continued to treat his wounds while An Jing, having finally found a safe place, could also sit down on a sofa to calm his mind, resting and cultivating.

“Speaking of cultivation.”

An Jing opened another can, swallowing down chunks of meat while thinking to himself, “Sword Spirit, even though I embarked on the path of cultivation long ago, I know very little about Martial Arts or Qi Refinement.”

“After all, you are a senior in this field, can you explain it to me in detail?”