Chapter 97 Qingli Material Workshop – 1

At present, though the area was much smaller compared to the first time and more barren, it was still extremely rare for such a vast expanse of drift-frequency scenes to appear simultaneously in this lost-frequency land.
“This was originally a miracle of the lost-frequency land. If Qin Meng had survived, how many scenes that fell here could he have collected.”
“Qin Meng was just an obtuse angle, but in that moment, he advanced twice consecutively and nearly became a quadrilateral outright…”
Hearing Lyu Zhi say this, the others sighed inwardly. Qin Meng’s talent was truly unprecedented—something none of them had ever heard of.
“If only he had been given more time to stabilize, he might have truly become a quadrilateral. That damn corrector…”
“There aren’t that many ‘ifs’…”
Yang Zicang glanced at the others around him.
“This land is a gift Qin Meng left us. With it here, Qin Meng will always be by our side. Come on, everyone, join my cargo team. Lyu Zhi and I are already on the team, and both of us are his trusted companions.”
“Alright!”
“We’re one whole unit, that damned guy…”
“From now on, let’s protect this land well. No one shall run rampant on it again.”
Yang Zicang displayed his model.
Their names were continuously added to the cargo team through the order letters.
When the last person joined, they suddenly heard the sound of something falling in patters.
Turning their heads, Qin Meng’s chest was peeling and crumbling, with two bowl-sized chunks eventually falling off, revealing a hollow depression.
Inside it appeared a small, faintly glowing statue.
“What is this?” Wang Chong stared at it in amazement.
Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed slightly; it turned out the statue manifested after the Moon Shadow monster died, now hidden within Qin Meng’s chest.
Zuo Feixian cleared his throat: “It’s a Doppelgänger Statue. After resonating with the faction statues in your city, it can remotely use the statue’s abilities.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of that—things like forming teams, crafting Ability Spheres, granting novice’s Force Field abilities, and even extending the model’s reception and investment range by over twenty or thirty kilometers.”
“So there’s stuff like this? I’ve never heard of it.”
Among the six, four said they were learning about it for the first time.
Yang Zicang lightly retrieved it with some effort.
This statue had tawny as the base color, with various fine energy flowers and plants growing from cracked crevices, kneeling in the same pose Qin Meng took in the end.
“So beautiful—are these patterns manifestations of energy?” Wang Chong asked, looking at it.
Yang Zicang nodded.
Unlike the statue obtained last time, there was a silvery-gray faint thread branded on the chest of this one.
Some vague information transmitted to his mind, and Yang Zicang infused it with a hundred periods of time sequence.
Then through the statue, he “saw” a vast void, within which were several pieces of lifeless scenery, and among them he seemed to glimpse a few small points of light.
“No way…”
Originally, such small sculptures could control the opening or closing of another dimension, but now it had turned the land within it into a small space roughly a kilometer in circumference.
However, the current situation was such that he could only vaguely sense the space within, but not enter it.
If it were accessible, it would be a rare, portable spatial item.
The regret in Yang Zicang’s heart quickly dissipated; after all, what it originally represented was a living person.
……
At night, Zhuyin prepared an Ability Sphere capable of quickly healing physical wounds for Yang Zicang, awaiting him to retrieve it. But at that moment, Yang Zicang realized that those who had been implanted with platforms in the city by Ma Chao had already fled back to their own cities.
This was inevitable—he could only extract one platform every three days, and having just obtained his second platform, he had no chance to enter the city and implant new coordinates.
“Fortunately, I still have the order form.” Yang Zicang looked at the plastic-like order form in his hand.
He rode to the outskirts of that shadowy town, which were all enshrouded in gray mist, faintly visible as if in a dream city.
The city wall was made of black copper, with a towering gate, upon which hung the monstrous face of a lion. Upon seeing the train approach, its hollow eyes slowly opened.
{Order form.}
Yang Zicang, bandaged up to his chest, raised the paper in his hand.
Humming~
The city gates swung open to both sides, the dark clouds within rapidly solidifying into pitch-black buildings.
Several humanoid shadows wandered the streets; as YangZicang approached, they swiftly dissolved into smoke.
Zhuyin stood silently beside the steps ahead, wearing a brooch that emitted a faint glow. His overall coloring was now much more faded, as if he had stepped out of a low-exposure film. Beside Zhuyin stood another similarly faded figure.
“You’ve really worked hard this time.”
“We saw it all through the reporters’ perspectives. Zicang, you are truly an upstart nurtured by City 41.”
“Thanks for the praise.” YangZicang smiled, then his expression stiffened. “Reporter perspectives?”
“Some of the junior reporters’ perspectives appear on the screens in the town.”
“I see.”
After using the Ability Sphere, coupled with CrystalSense, the severe injuries were quickly healed.
“I’ll cover the time sequence you used this time, don’t worry about it,” the Deputy Town Chief said generously.
“Now that’s really good news.”
The other person beside Zhuyin extended his right hand and said, “This was a joint decision reache, everyone will share the cost. Let me introduce myself—I am the City’s Sheriff.”
“Hello.” The two shook hands.
“Haha, from now on, when your people enter HubTown, I’ll give them special attention. As the Sheriff, my men can enter their city grounds under the pretext of protecting townsfolk to help them out of danger. I’m from City 14.”
Now that truly is an awe-inspiring authority.
Yang Zicang could sense that these people were beginning to truly value him.
“Do you know where I can get a large number of Dementia Models?”
“There are none in the town. You’ll have to find your own way. Also, someone wanted to buy the sculpture you got today, but I’ve already declined on your behalf.”
“You know me well,” he said; there was no way Qin Meng’s sculpture would ever be sold, even just as a keepsake.
Yang Zicang asked casually, “Are the merchants here also from major cities? Is it possible for me to open a shop someday?”
Even if you built the best engine, you’d still have to rely on others’ good graces to use it—he didn’t like such constraints.
“Only cities ranked higher are qualified to rent storefronts. Your city wouldn’t have been eligible before, but with the ranking improvement, if you can secure the 23rd spot by the end of the year, you’ll have the chance to engage in store operations. But that requires a huge amount of Sequence, not just a few tens of thousands—it’s not something even a few hundred thousand can handle.”
Yang Zicang gasped, momentarily stunned.
It was past two in the morning when he finally returned to the temporary camp. Everyone was still awake. Yang Zicang took out a few Healing Ability Spheres and distributed them.
[Muscle Instant Healing Ability Sphere – consumes 10N Sequence principal per use.]
“Wow, this thing, it can save a life… though it’s a bit expensive.”
“If you find it too pricey, just sell it to me.”
“Keep dreaming.”
“Enough,” said the young man as he clapped his hands. “Does anyone know where we can exchange for a large number of Dementia Models?”
Everyone exchanged glances, then said in unison: “There’s only one place—the Unworry Trade Hub.”
……
Just outside the edge of the trading district, standing at the entrance of a shop that catered to external deals, nestled against the woodland.
Su Qing was wiping the counter table when the light in front brightened slightly. Amid the jingling of the brass bell on the door, a figure of an old man wearing a zip-up jacket pushed the door open and walked in.
“Young man, you’ve been here for a while. Have you come across any good blueprints or formulas?”
After closing the door, he casually flicked the broken iron piece on the door handle sideways by ninety degrees.
Su Qing dropped the rag in her hand, leaned her hands on the counter, and glanced at the man.
“What do you mean? Are you looking to buy formulas?”
The spirited old man chuckled. The shop owner’s meaning was obvious—information wasn’t free, and just asking around wasn’t worth their time.
He looked around the room, noting the intricate patterns painted on the walls and a broad formation about two meters wide on the floor tiles. This room was an advanced crafting booth, so-called “automatic type,” fixed to use the builder’s model strength.
“Boss, you’ve been near Wuyou for years. Do you have any item formulas with a foreign magical aura that are popular in their trade zone? If you have something good, I’d like to take a look.”
“You’re just passing through for the Autumn Engagement Fair, aren’t you?”
The old man withdrew his gaze from the stacks of books, oil paintings, old photographs, and some partially damaged stone tablets.
“Sort of. Mostly wanted to come to this big place to find some treasures—like those Chrono Weapons and similar magical gear, which wouldn’t be bad either.”
Hearing this, Su Qing was instantly amused.
“I don’t just know you’re passing through; I know it’s your first time here. Give it up—we don’t have that kind of stuff.”
The old man approached the counter, the model on the young man’s chest flashing as a faint golden aura surrounded him.
“You really don’t have any?”
In this world, such behavior was normal; this wasn’t a society governed by law—unfurling the model could be either defense or a prelude to offense, with no one able to say otherwise.
“But I’ve heard you once sold a blueprint from the old era, something they called… a Relict.”
A blueprint variant, blueprint, though more ancient than blueprints themselves, could even be considered a raw form of blueprints.
Su Qing’s gaze tightened.
“Where did you hear that?”
She hadn’t known what it was when she made the sale—something similar to a blueprint—until the buyer crafted something fine with it, only then realizing what she had missed.
But the news was tightly guarded; given how cautious that person was, it likely hadn’t spread outside.
Now that she thought about it, Su Qing suddenly realized she hadn’t seen that guy in half a year.