Chapter 126: The Grand Party’s Pure Incense Pill -2

{Excuse me, Grand Party Build-Up Team, is the illusion attack in these mountains real?}
{Are you sure about the illusion attacks inside?}
It was better not to mention the illusion at all—but now that it was brought up, anyone in the know began to itch with anticipation.
The module broadcast instantly buzzed with excitement.
Under the tent, Aya looked at the crowd not far away, a cheerful smile spreading across her face. This meant their first move had finally hit the mark.
Yang Zicang gave her a slight nod. Aya understood the cue and spoke up with a clear, elegant voice:
“Yes, there is an illusion attack in the mountains.”
She worked hard to keep her voice from trembling with nervousness:
“Besides the mutated beasts that can live for decades in the mountains, there are also illusions that can disrupt one’s mind the moment they are stepped into. But precisely for this reason, few people can enter now. Please take a look, everyone.”
Her model quickly linked up with one of Shed Master Song’s people who had been waiting in the mountains for a long time.
In an instant, the perceived scene of thousands linked to the model abruptly shifted.
A human figure moved through the woods, surrounded by the remains of an alien world devoured by vines and trees, as if it had been abandoned for centuries.
Suddenly, a giant beast resembling a maddened bear crashed through a crumbling wall, charging fiercely!
The person swung their weapon with slight panic.
Bang!
The figure was sent flying backward, but a flash of sword light simultaneously struck the beast. The brown-black bear’s body fell to the ground with a thud, dead in an instant.
{This bear… actually lived for over twenty years.}
The person’s delighted voice came from the scene, sounding entirely genuine, stirring intense envy in Zuo Feixian and others, let alone the rest who witnessed it all through the model.
“It’s so easy.”
As long as one has temporal blessing, even the craziest beasts can at most cause pain, not death. And killing them can exchange it for several decades of life. How could this not make others envious?
Aya spoke with a clear voice:
{Our team member is currently ten kilometers deep in the mountains. He is fully conscious and acting alone.}
“Impressive, daring to charge into an A-level zone all by himself.”
“If that’s truly the case, the main threat in A-level zones comes from mental attacks.”
Those watching through psychic links stirred restlessly, especially those living near these mountains. Those wanting to enter grew restless as ants on a hot pan, while those possessing “Incense Pills” trembled with worry, afraid of drawing too many people and turning this treasure mountain into someone else’s backyard.
But more people thought: if a reckless youngster who got sent flying can do it, why can’t I?
{May I ask this young lady from Dajiafang, is your construction fleet promoting like this to attract investment?}
“Investment?”
Many who were busy couldn’t help but pause their movements.
Someone spent time sequence to inquire on everyone’s behalf, and the crowd pricked up their ears.
If they could invest in this crew, they’d surely earn plenty of time sequence. Many nervously sensed their own excess lifespans, ready to secure investment slots the moment the other party nodded.
[A lot of people are anticipating me…]
[The intensity of anticipation still seems lacking.]
Amidst the lively psychic chatter, Aya received a feedback signal from the model. She found it odd, saw nothing unusual, and didn’t dwell on it further.
She set it aside and continued with no pause, smiling:
{Everyone. Our Dajiafang construction fleet has mastered a method to enter the mountains relatively safely. I reiterate, we are a construction fleet, and therefore, we are here to sell goods.}
“Selling goods?”
“What does that mean, selling things from the mountains?”
People everywhere looked at one another in confusion, many glancing at others also connected to the announcement model—some of their faces changed color.
“C-could it be…”
“A way into the mountains?”
Boom. Instantly, all kinds of discussions exploded within the model.
{What exactly are you selling?}
{Dajiafang? Are you selling access items, and how many cycles will it cost?!}
Aya smiled and nodded, saying:
“That’s right. What we’re selling is exactly the item that allows safe entry into the forest—an item exclusive to our Dajiafang cargo transport team: the Qing Shen Xiang Wan (Mind-Clearing Fragrance Pills).”
Those far away remained relatively calm, but those nearby immediately began frantically rummaging through trunks to gather weapons and dry rations.
“Damn it! They’re selling access items!”
Countless people were eager to enter, hoping that if they chanced upon the illusion realm’s treasures, they’d instantly strike it rich.
Among these dozens of kilometers spanning several mountains, anyone who fell here could survive for a few months. Entering a step earlier might mean finding treasures sooner—or at the very least, they could gain additional lifespan from hunting wild beasts.
Yang Zicang listened quietly to the clamor broadcast through the model projection. He gently exhaled and reached out his hand, placing it on the radio-like Evil Dream Communicator.
[I will deduct 6Y for this broadcast.]
The young man spoke into the model:
“I am Jiazijian, captain of the Dajiafang construction transport team. Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin selling the Qing Shen Xiang Wan—which grants access to the woods—starting next Tuesday morning. Each does ranges roughly five to eight square meters within, priced at two hundred years per unit. Stock is limited, first come, first served.”
{What? It won’t start until next Tuesday?}
{What? Two hundred years?!}
{What do you mean by the five to six meters? Does that crude pill let several people enter together?}
The few threads snapped, and the broadcast from the model ended.
Those around him—Zuo Xianxian, Ning Yang, and Shed Master Song—eagerly gathered closer.
“The reaction seems pretty good.”
“Brother, why not start selling tomorrow? Aren’t you worried they’ll steal our business?”
Yang Zicang said gently, “Let the word spread a bit more. We’ll make even more in the end.”
Suddenly, a ball of light appeared in the sky, followed by another one landing in front of Yang Zicang.
{Little rascal’s business is really growing now.}
{Naughty Yang is about to earn a whole bunch of time at once.}
The little reporter had arrived—this time, it seemed his fame had truly grown.
A small ball of light sat down on Yang Zicang’s shoulder, swinging its tiny legs.
Suddenly, Yang Zicang felt a faint, elusive gaze upon him.
[You have gained fame in the Place of Signal Loss.]
[Your current fame value for this week has surpassed 10, now at 35.]
Yang Zicang let out a quiet breath of relief. On the second-to-last day, he’d finally pushed his fame value back above ten.
Then he furrowed his brow.
“35？”
……
Two hundred years of time per dose!
Hearing that price, many people felt numb. For most, that was their entire life savings; plenty could only smile and shake their heads bitterly. They simply couldn’t spare any extra time.
“Two hundred years of time, that’s so expensive.”
“Yeah, too expensive. Two hundred years—that’s the entire first half of the Great Qing dynasty.”
“Shut up, didn’t you hear what that captain just said? The coverage spans several square meters—it means what they’re selling can let several people in together!”
“Yeah, I heard that too. It really does cover several meters!”
This remark rekindled hope in some who had been in despair, stirring their emotions.
“Right! We can pool our resources! If three or four people split the cost, each person’s share won’t be much, and we’ll recoup our investment after killing a few monsters inside!”
Many were getting thrilled just thinking about it.
After all, even a Grade-B dimensional space monster nest, as long as the core isn’t destroyed, can produce monsters steadily each month, let alone a Grade-A intersecting zone?
Even if it only lasts a few months in the Lost Frequency Zone, it would be enough to earn back several times, even dozens of times the principal.
Inside a small shed area, in a wooden shack with drafts on all sides:
“Five people? No, that’s too many, we won’t have room to maneuver. Three is the limit.”
“How about this: our best fighters go in, and the rest invest in us?”
“But it’s a Grade-A zone, and it’s been geomorphically merged. Wouldn’t more people be safer?”
Several were huddled around the foot of the bed, discussing. Each person only had a few decades of lifespan left, and they had to reserve a base amount for survival when entering the forest zone. After totaling it up, splitting the cost among five people brought the risk within acceptable range, but the more who went in, the thinner each person’s cut.
“I think two is enough, and more flexible. What do you say, Big Lao Qian?”
They turned to look at one lean, weathered man with dark skin.
The thin man called Big Lao Qian, stirred with excitement, stood up and walked to a wooden shelf against the wall. He took down a Chrono Weapon costing ten years per strike.
“I’ll butcher my ox—that should get me close to 150 or 160 years’ worth. I also have two triangular Lost Mind Models.”
The others exchanged surprised glances. Was this guy planning to go it alone?
“Hold your horses, Big Lao Qian. We still have a few days to scout out the situation.”
Big Lao Qian realized he had misspoken. He didn’t want to offend the buddies who helped each other out in the Frequency-Null Zone. Maybe after this, he could really form his own squad, and he’d still need them then.
He quickly turned it into a smile: “No, brothers. I mean…let’s go grab two of those things and go in together!”
“Two!”
The remaining four felt an electric jolt surge through them. They had just been agonizing over pooling together for a single one, and now Big Lao Qian was directly demanding not one but two sets. Their eyes lit up with excitement. No wonder he was the kind of man who could get his hands on a Chrono Weapon—truly a guy with balls, unlike the rest.
……
Similar scenes were unfolding everywhere, with many people setting off on the spot.
A group of people walked across the sandy terrain.
“The boss said they’d start selling in two weeks, for a hundred years, ha! But he never said you can’t buy them right now.”
Only fools obediently idled their time away waiting as the next Monday drew near. These few extra days in between were clearly VIP time.
A man in a black cloak said to the person beside him:
“Five hundred and fifty years for a single share—that’s my highest offer. I want that thing the big client mentioned in my hands before tonight.”
“Boss, that’s way too steep. You could buy two or three sheds for that.”
“A thing you can recover the cost of with just a few beasts, and you’re telling me it’s too expensive? Something that could give you mental attacks or even psionic abilities, and you’re telling me it’s too expensive? You’re a real comedian, Xiao Li.”
The man snapped to attention and slapped himself on the head.
He was getting more and more degraded in this poverty-stricken place.
“I’ll head over there first.”
The man in the black cloak raised his hand: “Five portions—if he’s willing, get me five! No, make it ten!”
He sneered coldly. He, too, could play the middleman.
Meanwhile, some who had just received the model announcement were murmuring to themselves, feeling like they had heard the name “Big Client” somewhere before.