Chapter 127:The Grand Party’s Pure Incense Pill -3

In the mountain area, sixty to seventy li southwest, the deputy shed master of Kaso Shed’s main area was stepping out of an emergency meeting, deep in thought.
A young man with a somber expression quickened his pace and whispered in the deputy shed master’s ear:
“It seems the Big Client goods team was set up by the guys who took down the wasteland truck goods team a while back.”
“What!”
The deputy shed master let out a low exclamation. Glancing at the shed supervisor passing by, he lowered his voice to the steady young man:
“Back at the meeting just now, when the shed master asked, why didn’t you speak up?”
The man smiled and said, “Team leader Yuan Kun has been increasingly winning the shed master’s trust lately. Deputy master, look at the goods team construction you used to oversee—where is there room for your participation now? Being too idle around here isn’t a good thing.”
The deputy shed master’s expression shifted slightly.
He pulled the young man forward. “Zhang Ao, it’s best not to say things that sow discord among the brothers. Still, your criticism of Yuan Kun is quite spot on—that man is too arrogant. Monopolizing control of the goods team is no good. Tell me, how do we make him realize his mistake?”
Zhang Ao glanced around; noticing that no one passing by was paying attention to their conversation, he said briefly:
“The sale of Building Jia-1 was announced in advance, but it won’t open until next Tuesday. The days in between are clearly left for us large shed areas to negotiate.”
“Exactly, that makes sense.”
“Given Yuan Kun’s temperament, he’ll surely take advantage to pressure others. Based on my understanding of Da Jia Fang’s boss, this guy isn’t just strong—he’s also quite tolerant. I think it’s better to let someone else give him a beating and teach him a lesson, rather than us going after our own.”
Upon hearing this, the deputy shed chief froze for a moment, then studied Zhang Ao’s calm expression and slowly cracked a hint of a smile.
“Master Zhang has a point. That kid really could use some reprimand.”
……
The sky was gradually changing.
At that moment, Aya felt utterly dizzy, countless Mental Links reaching out to her, making Ning Yang break out in cold sweat just watching.
“Yang, Brother Yang, this person bid four hundred years and wants to buy everything. He says he can arrive tonight.”
“Ignore him.”
“Oh.” Aya severed the link, and immediately countless threads shot toward her; the dense cluster of threads on her chest had already formed a small cone of light.
“Two hundred fifty? No sale!” Aya decisively cut off a random Mental Link she had connected to.
In just a few minutes, Aya’s standards had already skyrocketed.
Before she made the “proclamation,” she was still wondering how anyone would buy such incense pills priced by YangZicang at up to two hundred years of chronology. For her, even giving up a day or two, let alone a year or two, of lifespan was a difficult thing.
But now, these densely packed purchasing messages completely dumbfounded this young girl who, despite having endured hardships, was actually still quite young. Too many people were rushing to offer high prices; for those with real strength, they only regretted that YangZicang had set the price too low, and several individuals even declared they wanted to buy everything.
At this moment, countless voices seemed to sound in Aya’s mind, but strangely, each thought was presented clearly and did not interfere with her thinking. She suddenly wondered if the lofty status of statues in temples might be the same as her own.
The woman lifted her face, full of confidence, sweeping away her previous despondent expression, her cheeks glowing with an energetic and bright radiance.
“Yang Ge, someone has offered eight hundred years, saying they’ll take however many there are, and at the very least, please keep fifteen portions for them.”
YangZicang shook his head, “Not selling.”
The other party didn’t even know what the clearing incense pill was before offering eight hundred years—either they were a fraud or a figure with immense power. And with too many big shots coming, it would only disrupt his plan.
He just wanted to find people to test the strength of the phantom, not to hand over the treasures inside willingly.
Although he was essentially playing with fire, where one wrong move could cause everything to fall apart. On the other hand, there was no choice but to earn these chronology.
The timing from selling Moli’s skill book—letting others use it freely ultimately belonged to someone else. Only by earning this timing myself this time could I later use it, give it away, or acquire assets in Hub Town, enjoying the peace of mind that comes with control.
Out of nowhere, he lifted his head to look into the distance… Zorro.
“Brother Yang, this person is offering four hundred years for seven portions.”
Aya’s voice interrupted Yang Zizang’s thoughts, and he nodded, saying:
“This one can be considered.”
“Then I’ll note it down for now and see if there are any higher bids.” Aya said proactively.
Teacher Chen crouched beside them, swallowing hard.
In his mind, he kept estimating—just from the timeline income Aya had been mentioning so far, if all were agreed to, it would be at least thirty to forty thousand!
He felt a bit dizzy; this was much faster than his own struggle to scrape together fossil artifacts and equipment.
Xu Xiuchuan and the others were also feeling somewhat dazed.
They could hardly fathom how much timing revenue starting sales from this point would yield—enough to return to Earth and let an entire city’s people live for centuries, being worshipped as gods.
As for Little Liu and the others, they were already ecstatic beyond reason.
“We usually can’t even find a decade or two of timing. With Brother Jia making a move—ah, enough said.”
Zuo Feixian sighingly remarked: “A man as brilliant and mighty as I am most appreciative of Old Yang.”
“Is the man of Jiazi years surnamed Yang?”
Shed Master Song was full of admiration. Hearing the words from those nearby, he asked curiously.
Luo Bin grinned and stepped closer: “Old Zuo is talking nonsense. My last name is Yang, given name Dazang, and he and I resonate.”
“D-Da… Dazang?” Shed Master Song was stunned.
Zuo Feixian came over for a kick, but Luo Bin was faster, lifting his leg and striking first, “Watch my groin!”
“Aoooow—”
Zuo Feixian extended his arms downward and collapsed to the ground.
Shed Master Song winced sourly for a moment but said nothing and turned to get back to work—there were still several wooden cabins not yet built.
Not far away, several women from the shed area were busy cooking everyone’s meals. A lively crowd of over twenty vendors from the sales team gathered noisily to share food from a big pot, bustling with excitement.
“These goods of ours—I used to worry whether there’d be too many to sell, but now it looks like we have no trouble unloading them.”
“Right, that’s all thanks to our team leader’s sharp eye.”
In the two sheds beside stood mountains of clothes and shoes, as well as items such as pen nibs, ink, and paper, and even kettles, iron pots, and chests.
The most abundant among them were tools, such as pickaxes for mining, machetes and shovels for logging—providing for all needs of production and daily life.
These were all items obtained from the Deserted Wagon Caravan last time.
Some handcrafted pieces had been used to make engines, but most of the supplies sourced from Hub Town, being already replicas made by engines themselves, could not be reused as materials for crafting engines.
Niuwa carried a steaming bowl of rice, “Brother Ning, and Brother Jiazi, it’s been so long since we’ve had this much fun and liveliness. I really wish it could always be like this.”
“Shut up, don’t jinx it.” Zuo Feixian jumped up from the stool.
Waving his chopsticks, he said, “Today’s a day of fortune. May we all live long—spit that, live forever and ever. There’ll be plenty of good food and drink ahead, right, Captain Jia?”
Everyone burst into laughter, though it resonated in everyone’s hearts.
Even if they had “easily” gained extended lifespans, a long existence would feel like a punishment if every day was lived in hell.
At this moment, the food in their hands—ordinary meals on Earth—were rare delicacies in this world, only accessible to shed masters on a daily basis.
If every day could be like this, they thought living here for thousands or millions of years would truly feel like being immortals.
……
The next morning, just as dawn broke, a roar approached from afar. A car modified by ferasil dust swept in, covered in dust, its body already twisted and grotesque.
“Folks! Haha, good morning, everyone!” The person in the car jumped out dozens of meters away and walked toward the camp.
Shed Master Song led his people forward to meet him, polite yet cautious. As a “quadrilateral” Ability user, he wasn’t top-tier himself but naturally suppressed low-level models.
“Everyone here to see the goods?”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re the Wasteland Boys, oh yeah!” One person in the car waved an electric guitar, plucked a string, and produced a harsh, screeching noise.
He laughed heartily, tossed the guitar back into the car, and flipped over to jump down.
Before Shed Master Song could finish his question, the sound of hooves came from another direction, and several large horses carrying riders galloped over.
Yang Zicang quietly studied the visitors.
These people wore straw hats and had guns at their waists that were clearly crafted from Nightmares, looking like a group of oddly dressed Western cowboys. Anyone who could obtain gun-type Nightmares in the city either had an extraordinary background or had created and subdued the Nightmares themselves to acquire such weapons.
Either way, these individuals were no slouches.
The leader pulled on the reins, cupped his fist in salute, and said, “Big Party A’s cargo team? A pleasure. We’re the Kongshan cargo team. I’m Yuan Kun.”
“Welcome.”
The menacing Nightmare car slowly approached, and the horse team stopped nearby. Seven or eight people gathered around.
“Lucky for us we happened to be scouting this A-level overlapping zone, or we’d have missed the opportunity,” Yuan Kun said.
The guy who played the guitar stepped forward and asked, “May I ask what treasures you’re selling? Can they really keep us safe when entering the mountains?”
Just then, someone with sharp eyes noticed the words on the wooden plaque inside the tent nearby.
“Clarity Incense Pills?”
“Correct. This is exactly the item that can ensure your safety in the mountains.”
Zuo Feixian couldn’t wait to pick up a incense pill and step forward. Before he had even gotten close, a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted over, instantly clearing the minds of the few people present.
A man beside Yuan Kun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and praised, “Fragrance seeps into heart and lungs, the soul follows in its wake. What a marvelous scent.”
“As expected of a learned scholar, haha — our crew’s cultured man has been conquered by this incense pill.”
After a hearty laugh, Yuan Kun pulled on the reins and said coldly:
“But the question is whether this incense pill will actually work.”
His gaze swept over the more than twenty people in the camp. Except for a few, most carried the unmistakable shabbiness of the shack district.
With just one glance, Yuan Kun felt he had already seen through the background of these people.