I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early Chapter 706: 524: In the End, Old Deng Still Burst Gold Coin

Chapter 706: Chapter 524: In the End, Old Deng Still Burst Gold Coins

Seeing this group of Old Dengs with such solemn expressions.

Lu Yuan spread his hands and complained, “Sigh, the technology of the Quantum Civilization isn’t quite enough. This thing, although it’s just a severed limb, is still a [Ghost], and it has to be constantly watched—it’s so troubleso.”

“The [Blood Ghost] is sealed well and unlikely to break free anyti soon.”

“But this [Deford Ghost], if left unattended, could escape at any mont.”

“For humanity to go extinct is one thing, but to ruin your millennium-long grand plan—now that’s truly unforgivable, isn’t it? Let make this clear: we’re definitely limited in ability, not intentionally causing harm!” Lu Yuan’s expression beca increasingly righteous.

To strengthen his case, Lu Yuan pulled up a video from his computer showing the [Deford Ghost] banging on the glass.

“Take a look.”

The screen, full of snow-like interference, had a loud “bang bang bang” knocking sound that was utterly unsettling.

The eyes on the octopus-like tentacles stared poisonously at the video’s recorder.

Even separated by a screen, the dark and obscure power spreading through the space was palpable.

This [Deford Ghost] indeed looked as though it could escape at any mont.

The frantic banging sound made the hearts of the six Old Dengs feel shattered.

Even the drunken, dazed, word-forgetting small Crystal Man raised his head in shock, letting out another roar: “Xiba!!”

After a few seconds of stunned silence, voices erupted one after another in the telepathic network.

[Where the heck did this brat co from?]

[How did he manage to collect so much junk, treating [Ghosts] as pets?]

[No wonder I felt this small cave was so eerie—it’s even more dangerous inside than outside!]

[Get them off the grasslands imdiately! At this rate, the entire Different Space might be wrecked by this guy!]

The Strangers cursed inwardly, but outwardly could only maintain composure and poise.

Pretending as if they could accept it all.

Seeing that they could handle it, Lu Yuan also poured out his grievances: “I was thinking of using the blood of an [Steel] Ability User to seal it up.”

“But I worry that if I go about brewing up my own blood in a big way, I’d end up targeted by malicious entities, so let just ask you—does this pose any risks?”

“Oh, by the way, is there a way to keep an [Steel] Ability User’s blood from spoiling for a long ti? It has to be low-cost.”

“Seniors, use your unmatched wisdom to save poor humanity! Low-cost—it must be low-cost!”

All the Strangers were dumbfounded. This guy was way too greedy—wasn’t he already at a life-or-death mont, yet still considering “low-cost”?

[Damn, the montum has completely been suppressed. Is there anything left that can put this brat in his place?]

[Hmph, we possess the ultimate secrets for Epoch Disasters; his little trinkets are nothing!]

[Wait until they’ve truly beco a Peak Civilization before talking big.]

Though they frantically ridiculed him within the telepathic network, their tone beca noticeably gentler in reality.

“Lu Yuan, how much Luck does your Myth have? After fighting those [Ghosts], did it reach four figures? You’re so stingy—it couldn’t have run out in one battle, could it?”

“It does…”

Five figures should be acceptable too, right?

This made everyone’s expressions softer.

Four figures of Luck, even if it’s just 1000 points, was still decent: “Being frugal is good. Luck must never be wasted recklessly.”

A Third-level Civilization possessing so many strange and wonderful objects—so long as it didn’t succumb prematurely—could easily rise to beco a Fifth-level or Sixth-level Civilization as a mid-tier powerhouse.

And if one were to just dream a little further…

Peak Civilization?

The Strangers grew progressively excited, whether Snake-n or large Crystal n, all adopting expressions that said, “You have so foundation, but you need to keep improving.”

“Quantum Civilization might belong to the Seventh Epoch…”

The Old Snake Man mused as he pieced together a rough tiline, “Though the Seventh Epoch wasn’t as strong as the earlier ones, it did accomplish so things.”

“Not completely naless—barely the lower limit required to fend off [Ghosts]…though judging by this [Deford Ghost], it’s likely one of the weaker types.”

Lu Yuan asked, “What Civilization Level would be required to seal a [Ghost]?”

“Probably Fifth-level, mastering Space Technology. But civilizations like Quantum ones, using pure Materialism for sealing purposes, can’t really be assessed by Civilization Level.”

Lu Yuan fell silent; the developnt of civilization truly seed like an uphill struggle.

Just manufacturing a single electron degenerate state material might take forever—it might be better to rely on the blood of [Steel] Ability Users instead.

He presented a piece of Sealing Resin for research.

The Strangers carefully analyzed it for a while, sniffing it and using various abilities.

Indeed, there were so findings.

“Very interesting…besides the blood of [Steel] Ability Users, there’s also an unusual component mixed in,” the large Crystal Man said.

“This anomaly is extrely rare, called [Weaver’s Mucus].”

“The [Weaver] possesses highly rare Ti Abilities. The mucus they spray can prevent decay and spoilage in items.”

“The resin you provided contains Weaver’s Mucus along with so complex engraving materials.”

The so-called “Ti Ability” was just sothing that prevented decay?!

Lu Yuan was at a loss for words—this was far too extravagant. But nature was indeed wondrous, capable of producing such marvelous anomalies.

“This mucus can enhance the sealing effects of [Steel] blood, as well as…mask the attributes of [Steel] itself. That’s why top civilizations treat this mucus as a high-grade trade item.”

“In trading contraband, they often use Weaver’s mucus, along with its silk when necessary.”

The Crystal Man sighed, “There are too few [Weavers] left—they may even be extinct. But…fortunately you’ve encountered us.”

“Old Helt, I know you’ve hidden so treasures. It’s pointless to keep hoarding them—bring them out already.”

The armored Stranger imdiately let out a mournful wail: “I’ll make a quick trip to the restroom…”

When he returned from the restroom, he produced a crystal bottle containing a viscous liquid from sowhere.

Lu Yuan furrowed his brow and sniffed the bottle—thankfully, there was no sll of feces or urine.

The Stranger exploded in fury, charging forward to beat Lu Yuan.

[Weaver’s Mucus: According to legend, in ancient tis, a king madly in love sought this mucus across myriad worlds to preserve his beloved’s corpse forever.]

[However, upon returning to his holand, he found the remains within the ice coffin had already turned to re bone.]

[Function: Preserves items indefinitely from the perspective of ti (Epic-level·Natural Wonder).]

The bottle contained roughly one kilogram of mucus, resembling translucent amber—extrely beautiful.

Not much, but incredibly valuable.

“As for the dilution ratio, you’ll have to figure that out yourself. Use it sparingly.” The Old Deng who had exploded with Gold Coins was simultaneously heartbroken and full of advice.

“Using the blood of [Steel] Ability Users must be done cautiously. Even high-level civilizations prefer avoiding trouble when possible.”

Lu Yuan received the bottle. The Old Dengs indeed still had their reserves.

Seeing the armored Stranger’s heartbroken face, Lu Yuan thought about so compensation, but alas, these fellows didn’t seem to have any particular needs…

They had no interest in Spirit Essence or Luck.

Letting them live well might be the best recompense.

Then, the Old Snake Man sighed, “Young one, do you have any other secrets you wish for us to provide feedback on? Speak them all now.”

“Don’t worry about shocking us.”

“Don’t worry about us divulging anything either—once you leave, we’ll bury ourselves back underground and forget it all.”

The Old Dengs secretly began wishing this brat would pull out another shocking show of foundation.

After all, when you get old, you start to enjoy catching glimpses of faint and elusive hope.

“I naturally trust the seniors’ integrity…”

Lu Yuan pondered whether to leave them a [Temple] for long-term communication.

However, the matter was serious—he’d have to think it over properly.

This decision…couldn’t be made lightly.

“Add to your telepathic network; I still have one important thing to discuss.”

After a while, his consciousness wavered.

Lu Yuan entered the telepathic network.

[Ahem, seniors, I’ve exposed so much of my foundation. Don’t I deserve a taste of your so-called secrets?]

[Far from it, young brother.] The Old Snake Man snorted, [A re [Steel] is nothing; there are countless taboos in this world!]

[As for those two [Ghosts], their value depends entirely on utility—without utility, they’re just burdens.]

This guy was really blunt, wasn’t he?

[If the world had a Most Wanted list, you’d maybe be a one-star criminal; we’ve long been one-star-hundred criminals.]

[Have soone tend to us properly, then pick a suitable ti to leave. Enough prying, understood?]

From the computer in the room, this term also seed to have been learned by him. Quite trendy.

[What about the upper ability of [Steel]? How many stars does it count as?]

[Around twenty stars—definitely one of the more dangerous kinds. I advise you, unless you’re truly facing extinction, don’t recklessly use it. Your enemies are powerful, and their spies are everywhere.]

Ah…

Lu Yuan now had a rough sense of scale.

The ability of [Steel] carried so taboos—but only “so.”

This weight was not heavy.

Even the Pangu Continent, through the epochs, could naturally produce several [Steel] Ability Users.

The rules of [Steel] hadn’t been completely obliterated.

But Lu Yuan still didn’t dare gamble on whether anomalies were lying in wait outside for him.

A single wrong bet could cost him his life.

[Seniors, I have one more request.]

[Speak.]

[Do you, as Great Spirit Rhythrs, truly have no influence over [Monsters]? Tossing our city out shouldn’t be that difficult, right?]

The mont before, the armored Stranger’s sudden appearance of “Weaver’s Mucus” proved this.

The Armored Man didn’t have the ability for Storage Space, so the bottle appearing in his hands was clearly placed there by a [Monster].