plumnovel Chapter 1: Starting to Create Imitation Spiritual Weapons in the Junkyard
Chapter 1: Starting to Create Imitation Spiritual Weapons in the Junkyard
Night had fallen.
The sixth garbage disposal site in Qingze Subdistrict.
Black exhaust fumes shot straight into the sky, filling the air with a pungent smell that made Zhu Que rub his eyes repeatedly.
"Get out of the way!"
A police officer roughly shoved Zhu Que aside, strode to the wall of the garbage dump, and casually posted a notice—
[Special Emergency Announcement from the Bureau of Spiritual Artifacts]
[Recently, a major theft occurred in our bureau. The forbidden spiritual artifact, the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner," was stolen by unknown individuals...]
To recover the Ten Thousand Souls Banner as soon as possible and bring the criminals to justice, we are now soliciting clues from the public...
[24-hour hotline for reporting: 400-999...]
Below the announcement, there was also a clear picture of a black banner.
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"
Zhu Que was very familiar with this thing. In the countless cultivation novels he had read in his previous life, the Myriad Soul Banner was almost a standard evil magic weapon.
"Does this thing really require ten thousand living people to forge? Since it needs souls, I wonder if flies and mosquitoes would work..."
Zhu Que was somewhat curious.
Just then, a casual question came from above.
Which one is Zhu Que?
"I...I...I am Zhu Que!"
Zhu Que quickly looked up and saw a short, stout man, who was the manager of the garbage disposal site.
"This is my transfer order."
He respectfully handed over the transfer order.
"Tsk, why did they bring in another half-dead, sickly person..."
The manager glanced at the pale-skinned, emaciated boy in front of him and curled his lip in disgust.
How old are you?
"sixteen."
"Not even the slightest foundation in cultivation?"
"Um……"
Zhu Que lowered his head slightly, speaking weakly.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk more, but he was simply too hungry to do so.
A month ago, he was transported here by a large vehicle—to a modern world of cultivation.
In this world, people cultivate immortality using various tools and artifacts.
Cultivation level is not just a product of meditation and spiritual root comprehension, but a commodity that can be mass-produced, purchased, and quantified.
Regardless of one's spiritual root or aptitude, everyone has the opportunity to ascend to immortality.
At first glance, it seems quite wonderful.
However, the major immortal alliances monopolized all resources, leaving no path for ordinary people at the bottom to advance.
Within the same city, there are extraordinary masters who can fly and roam freely, looking down upon all living beings, as well as the lowly people who struggle to survive and go hungry.
The class barrier is like an insurmountable chasm; once you're a beast of burden, you're a beast of burden for life, and ordinary people almost never have a chance to turn their lives around.
Zhu Que's original form was a cow or horse that was so desperate about life that it committed suicide.
His parents died early, and the moment he stepped into the orphanage, his life plan was randomly decided by the Spirit Network—
Learn about "waste disposal" knowledge and skills from a young age.
When he turned sixteen, he entered a landfill and worked day after day handling garbage until his death.
A month ago, on her sixteenth birthday, the original owner of this body was reassigned to the Sixth Garbage Dump and committed suicide in despair on a stormy night.
On that very day, Zhu Que traveled through time.
"That's fine. If I die young, I can get another subsidy."
The manager muttered something expressionlessly, waved his hand casually, and led Zhu Que into the garbage dump.
however.
Zhu Que was startled as soon as he entered the door.
Two men carried a corpse past him.
The corpse's abdomen was abnormally swollen, and its belly was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, with something wriggling and struggling inside.
It seemed as if some strange, living thing was being conceived.
"Could this corpse be... pregnant?"
Zhu Que felt a chill run down his spine; this matter was clearly beyond his comprehension.
Because it was clearly a male corpse, and the thing wriggling inside its abdomen was definitely not a normal thing.
"What are you standing there for? Come and register!"
The farm manager's impatient voice interrupted Zhu Que's thoughts.
"Okay, okay."
Zhu Que quickly averted his gaze and hurried after him.
In the office, the farm manager registered Zhu Que's identity information and then led him to an iron gate.
"This is the area for discarded and damaged items, and it's also your workplace."
"Creak—"
With a click of the hinges, the iron gate opened.
Zhu Que saw a huge sunken space.
The space was filled with fragments of discarded magical artifacts, and a layer of black dust permeated the air.
Zhu Que's expression changed.
His memories of learning about waste disposal in an orphanage from a young age allowed him to recognize the black dust at a glance.
Corrosion and contamination!
Over time, magical artifacts will wear out and become old and damaged, leading to corrosion and contamination.
Corrosive pollution can erode the human body, distort flesh and blood, and cause uncontrollable and unknown deformities.
For example, his body.
It was because I was exposed to too much corrosive pollution while learning how to sort garbage that many distortions occurred.
The erosion and pollution in this space are more than a hundred times more concentrated than they were back then!
This moment.
Zhu Que finally understood what the "eight-month pregnant" male corpse at the gate was all about—
It is clearly a distortion caused by corrosion and contamination!
Zhu Que looked visibly reluctant: "Manager, can I work in a different area? Like the food waste area?"
He was really hungry.
I haven't had a proper meal in the past month.
When he first transmigrated, he was unwilling to accept his fate as a beast of burden.
Thinking that I had transmigrated to this world of cultivation, even if I couldn't reach the pinnacle of immortality, I absolutely couldn't live such a pathetic life.
So he tried every means to change his fate, but reality gave him a harsh reality check.
As a lowly commoner with no background, he could hardly move an inch no matter where he was.
Without a corresponding reassignment order, he couldn't find any work.
Sleeping in a park will get you chased away, you'll be checked by police every day on the street, and even begging on the street requires a license.
Without a pass, you can't even leave Guangyang City.
Having gone hungry for a month, Zhu Que had no choice but to take the transfer order and come to the Sixth Garbage Dump.
"You actually picked one?"
The manager rolled his eyes and roughly shoved him inside, tossing him a crumpled manual.
"Let's familiarize ourselves with the process tonight, and start working tomorrow. We'll be dealing with ten tons of garbage a day. If we don't meet the quota, we won't get any food or wages."
"I……"
Zhu Que was about to speak, but his stomach growled a few times, which made him swallow back what he was about to say.
He has no other choice now.
"Bang!"
The iron gate closed.
Zhu Que flipped through the manual and found that he had already learned most of the knowledge and skills; the only difference was in the procedures and tools.
He looked around and familiarized himself with the surroundings. For the sake of temporary sustenance, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and stay for a while.
"Buzzing—"
Suddenly, a gate in the distance opened, and a large amount of old and broken items were dumped down, piling up into a small mountain.
A black object flew through the air and landed right at Zhu Que's feet.
It was a section of black bone, about the size of a thumb, with several rune patterns engraved on it.
Zhu Que bent down and picked it up. The moment he touched it, a string of twisted tadpole-like characters appeared before his eyes—
[Fragment of the Black Raven Bone Chain: Tier 1, Bone Weapon]
Zhu Que remained calm, showing no surprise.
Shortly after his transmigration, he discovered this ability, which was the foundation of his initial confidence that he could make a name for himself.
But he soon discovered—
This ability is quite useless; it seems to be only useful for identification.
As for appraisal, in this world of cultivation, it's not exactly a groundbreaking supernatural power, but it's certainly completely useless.
Because this is a common spell that almost every cultivator is proficient in.
Looking at the scattered broken and damaged items, Zhu Que tentatively picked them up one by one.
[Fragment of the Silent Wooden Ring: Tier 1, Wooden Item]
[Fragment of the Xuan Yu Enlightenment Token: Tier 1, Jade]
[The Remnant of the Blazing Sun Heart Pendant: Tier 1, Stone Tool]
[Fragment of the Wind Feather Array Disc: Tier 1, Bronze]
……
These broken fragments of magical artifacts are basically useless except for emitting corrosive pollution.
"Perhaps it's because I've only been dealing with damaged artifacts. If they were intact spiritual artifacts that hadn't been corroded or contaminated, the outcome might have been different."
"But here's the problem: where am I supposed to get a complete magical artifact?"
Thinking of this, Zhu Que looked at the piles of broken and damaged artifacts, wondering if there might be complete spiritual artifacts mixed in among them.
A surge of restlessness welled up inside him, and he immediately began rummaging through the trash.
however.
He searched for a long time but couldn't find even a trace of a complete spiritual artifact; all he found were useless broken pieces.
"Whoosh!"
Exhausted and panting, Zhu Que said helplessly, "Spiritual artifacts don't fall from the sky. It seems we'll have to think of another way..."
Just then.
Zhu Que suddenly heard a heated argument between a man and a woman coming from outside the garbage dumping gate above.
"If you push me any further, I'll jump off this cliff!"
"Jump, jump, jump! Damn it! If you've got the guts, then jump!"
"Aaaaaah—! You bastard, you deadbeat scumbag!"
Zhu Que looked up in confusion.
Suddenly, a graceful figure jumped down from the garbage gate and landed squarely on him.
Magical artifacts won't fall from the sky, but living people will.
In an instant.
Zhu Que didn't have time to think much and instinctively reached out to catch the person.
"Snapped!"
That person, weighing over a hundred pounds, fell from a height of more than ten meters, yet felt as light as a soft water balloon weighing five or six pounds.
Zhu Que held the woman, looking somewhat dazed.
This woman was extremely sexy, with a graceful figure and exquisite makeup; she was undoubtedly a stunningly beautiful woman.
However, Zhu Que's stunned silence wasn't because of her, but because several lines of distorted tadpole-like characters suddenly appeared before his eyes—
[Unknown magical artifact detected!]
[Current parsing progress: 10%...20%...50%...100%!]
[Analysis successful!]
[Exquisite Fox Tail: Tier 1, Jade. Wearing it increases pleasure and mental satisfaction.]
[Requirements for counterfeiting: 1 Tier 1 Jade Item, 1 Tier 1 Fur Item]
"It's possible to... counterfeit it?!"
Zhu Que was immediately overjoyed.
really!
My abilities are definitely not limited to appraisal!
Because I had only dealt with old and broken items before, the "fake" function was not triggered!
But amidst his excitement, he was also somewhat puzzled.
Speaking of which, what exactly is this magical artifact called "Exquisite Fox Tail"?
Why can it increase pleasure and satisfaction?