High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 68: Spirit Coins or Spirit Plants?

If the "ground spike" plan is activated, it will not only consume expensive bunker buster bombs, but will also completely destroy the soil in this area.

Don't even think about growing crops for the next three to five years.

Han Feng rubbed his numb shoulders, unmoved by Lei Zhen's gratitude.

He was more concerned with practical matters and reached out directly.

"Chief Lei, the promised 15,000 yuan red envelope—"

"You little rascal, you've really got money to burn?"

Lei Zhen was amused by his money-grubbing manner and chuckled before turning serious.

"You'll definitely get a red envelope, but you've helped me so much, it's too stingy to just give me a small contribution."

He gestured with his chin towards the massive mountain of corpses behind him.

"According to the rules, this is your spoils."

"But this thing—"

Lei Zhen kicked the earth dragon's carapace with disdain, producing a dull thud.

"The Black Iron Earth Dragon is a notorious 'waste king,' its entire flesh is highly poisonous, full of acid, and even dogs won't eat it."

"Only a couple of ounces of flesh between the spines is edible, not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Han Feng's heart skipped a beat.

So many meats can't be eaten?

He was still hoping to get some second-tier demon beast meat to break through to the eighth level of Body Tempering.

So this big thing is only good for being tough?

"This armor is excellent material for crafting heavy armor, and the crystal core is also a top-grade earth-attribute material."

Lei Zhen continued.

"But you have to haul it back and sell it yourself, find a transport team, find buyers, haggle and argue, and finally pay taxes. It's a lot of trouble."

How about this?

Lei Zhen then changed the subject.

"I'll make the decision. The farm will take the body, so you won't have to cause any trouble."

Han Feng's eyes lit up.

"That's great! How much?"

"Talking about money is vulgar."

Lei Zhen took out a coin-sized object from his pocket, flicked it with his fingertip, and casually tossed it over.

A streak of light pierced the night sky.

Han Feng instinctively reached out and caught it.

The feeling when you hold it is quite peculiar; it's heavy and has a warm, almost living quality.

By the blinding light of the searchlight, he could see what was in his hand.

It was a translucent crystal coin, with a pale milky white color throughout.

Inside, it seemed as if clouds and mist were slowly flowing.

The surface is engraved with extremely intricate patterns, resembling both an ancient totem and a runic circuit that transcends time.

Han Feng's breathing suddenly stopped.

He had only seen concept art of this in the encrypted materials on the top floor of the library.

Spirit Coins!

If contribution points are the electronic digital currency within the fortress city, then spirit coins are the hard currency circulating at the pinnacle of the entire Blue Star!

It is cut and compressed from high-purity psionic crystals, and each one contains pure energy.

This is not just about money.

It is also an energy block for martial artists to break through bottlenecks, and the ultimate energy source to drive high-level psionic equipment!

In the world of high-level martial artists, spirit coins are the only standard for measuring wealth and status.

"One spirit coin is officially worth 100 contribution points, but on the black market, you can only buy it for 120, and that depends on the seller's mood."

Lei Zhen looked at Han Feng's naive and unsophisticated appearance, grinned widely, and smiled like a trafficker about to kidnap a genius.

He had somehow acquired another spirit coin in his hand, and his fingers flew across it, the crisp clinking sound particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Kid, I'll give you two choices."

"First, I'll give you five hundred spirit coins."

Five hundred!

These three words seemed to possess a magical power, causing the surrounding air to freeze instantly.

The new members' breathing became heavy, their eyes fixed on Lei Zhen's hand, filled with greed.

Five hundred spirit coins!

The official price is 50,000 contribution points, but through the black market, it's 60,000 or even 70,000!

This money is enough to buy a small apartment in the inner city, or to buy a top-of-the-line second-hand fighter jet!

Even Gu Yun, who was always arrogant, had his Adam's apple bob violently at this moment.

His eyes were filled with undisguised jealousy.

He muttered to himself.

"This guy's luck is absolutely phenomenal!"

Han Feng's heart pounded wildly, and blood rushed to his brain.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, using the stinging pain to force himself to calm down.

But in my mind, the numbers had already started spinning wildly.

Five hundred spirit coins, when converted into contribution points, can buy more than two hundred mid-tier recovery potions!

That's enough for him to train like crazy in the sky for hundreds of hours on the "Grey Donkey"!

His cultivation level—he can definitely reach the eighth or even ninth level of Body Tempering!

"And the second one?"

Han Feng's voice was hoarse and barely suppressed.

Lei Zhen's smile widened as he raised his thick arm and pointed to the brightly lit, enormous warehouse not far away.

"Second, go to my private treasure vault and pick out two second-tier spiritual plants to take with you."

Spiritual plants?

The numbers that were racing through Han Feng's mind suddenly stopped.

"Don't underestimate my flowers and plants."

Lei Zhen saw through his doubts and patted his chest with his intact hand.

"Jinshui Farm is a very fertile land, and it is true that it mainly produces amethyst wheat, but I have also been cultivating some good things that are not for public consumption in private."

"Second-tier spiritual plants are nothing to you little guys who are still in the body tempering stage—"

Lei Zhen grinned.

"It's a great thing that can determine how high you can fly in the future."

More than 50,000 contribution points, and still only two plants?

One is a huge sum of money that can be immediately converted into cash, allowing him to continue "spending money" and take off.

The other is "futures," which sounds appealing but whose actual effects are unknown.

This choice put Han Feng in a fierce struggle.

Just then, a deep voice sounded in his ear.

"Choose a spiritual plant."

It's Zhang Hao.

The captain had appeared behind him at some point, his voice extremely low.

"Spirit coins are consumables; you can always earn them if you're willing to risk your life."

"Your foundation is your lifeblood; don't be foolish about this."

The captain's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Han Feng's heart like a heavy hammer.

Yes.

Money can be earned back.

Both his own "Sword Control Technique" and his evolving "Sword Bone" require the most solid physical foundation.

Can cultivation achieved through potions be the same as a foundation built with rare and precious materials?

In that instant, the fervor and greed in Han Feng's eyes faded, and his mind became completely clear.

He raised his head, met Lei Zhen's amused gaze, and tossed the spirit coin in his hand back cleanly.

"Chief Mine, I choose the spirit plant."

Lei Zhen caught the spirit coin steadily, and the smile in his eyes instantly turned into undisguised admiration.

"Haha! Good lad! You have a good eye! You know what things can produce offspring!"

He slapped Han Feng on the back with such force that Han Feng stumbled.

"Zhou Ping, take him to Warehouse Number Three!"

"Let him choose for himself; whatever he picks is a matter of luck!"

Half an hour later.

Carrying a specially made silver constant-temperature insulated box, Han Feng returned to the temporary barracks amidst a mix of envious, jealous, and puzzled gazes from the crowd.

That look was like looking at a fool who had just won the lottery jackpot but exchanged all the winnings for two worthless pieces of paper.

Inside the barracks, Zhang Hao closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside.

"Open it and see what you picked?"

Zhang Hao pulled up a chair and sat down, asking with great interest.

Han Feng opened the box as instructed.

hum!

An indescribable fragrance burst forth from the box, instantly filling the entire room.

Just one sniff made Han Feng feel every pore on his body relax.

The deep fatigue from the day's fierce battle was completely swept away by this fragrance.