Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 135 Extraordinary Relics, Properties Extracted

Xilun hesitated only slightly before decisively nodding and saying, "I can afford the price."

Lund was satisfied with Siron's straightforwardness. He stood up and stretched his broad shoulders: "As for the copyright fee for this martial art and my instruction fee, just calculate it according to the club's standard price. Take some time to hand over the money to Renn, and he will deposit it into his account."

Xiren nodded again. Getting personal one-on-one guidance from a third-tier aberrant at the club's standard price was an absolute steal.

Countless nobles outside are willing to spend tens or even hundreds of pounds just to get Lund some pointers.

"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate three times."

Lund walked to a spot two meters in front of the iron ball, his white robe fluttering even without wind.

He did not deliberately unleash the terrifying blood energy of the third rank; he simply suppressed his power to the level of a first-rank baptized being.

Suddenly, Lund's right leg blurred without warning.

A deafening sonic boom suddenly erupted in the air, like a bolt from the blue.

"boom!"

A deafening roar echoed through the training room. Before Xilun could even see how Lund lifted his leg, the solid iron ball, weighing a thousand pounds, emitted a tooth-grinding metallic groan, the entire ball shook violently, and a deep dent several inches deep appeared on its surface.

"This is the first move."

Lund slowly retracted his right leg, his breathing steady as usual. "The power doesn't come from the calf, but from the waist and hips. The blood and energy must complete the circulation from the heart to the soles of the feet within 0.2 seconds."

Next, Lund began to personally demonstrate all the movements, postures, and key points of the Berello kick.

He broke down those lightning-fast kicks bit by bit, slowing down the movements and explaining in detail the contraction and relaxation of each muscle, and the pause and burst of each breath.

Xilun stared intently, his brain working like a finely tuned gear, meticulously etching this valuable knowledge deep into his memory.

It was already late at night when it ended.

The rain outside the window not only did not lessen, but instead became even heavier.

With the bulletproof black umbrella in hand, Xilun braved the damp, cold night wind of the foggy city and returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

He pushed open the door to room 302 and casually placed the letter he had written to himself on the table.

The envelope bore the mark of White Crow Wharf.

Upon opening it, I found a message from Wall.

The letter was written in a flamboyant style, revealing an undisguised excitement. It prompted Xilun to make time to visit Xilun in the next few days and select a treasure from the storehouse as a reward for the first merit in the decapitation operation.

Xilun folded the letter and put it away, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He thought to himself, "I'll go first thing tomorrow morning."

Anyway, Sir Lund got up late, so I still had some time to spare in the morning.

He took off his rain-soaked coat and, as instructed by the butler, poured a bottle of dark red powder with a pungent, spicy smell into his palm and applied it evenly to the muscles of his legs.

This is the medicinal powder that was applied once in advance at the manor this afternoon. Now, when it is applied again, a warm, itchy sensation immediately comes from the surface of the skin. Then, this warmth transforms into thousands of red-hot steel needles, constantly stimulating the nerves and blood vessels under the skin.

Xilun endured the burning pain in his lower limbs, sat cross-legged on the single bed, and closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath, causing a subtle distortion in the air pressure in the room. As usual, he applied deep-sea mineral ointment and began to cultivate his strength according to the methods of the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique".

The image of the vast, deep-sea whale resurfaced in his mind. With each long breath, the mysterious factors floating in the air were roughly pulled into his body, constantly washing away and repairing the muscles damaged during the day, and gradually integrating the violent kicking power into his own fighting instincts.

He completed his meditation throughout the night amidst a mix of pain and strength, and only went to sleep on time at the break of dawn, entering a short but deep sleep.

The next morning, the sky over the foggy city remained gloomy, with thick sea fog enveloping the entire White Crow Wharf.

The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and a faint smell of coal smoke.

Xilun finished washing up early, put on his well-fitting navy blue casual suit, and arrived at the dock with a black umbrella.

He navigated the busy crowd of porters with practiced ease and saw that Wall was already sitting in a sheltered pavilion next to the breakwater.

A pot of steaming black tea sat on a wooden table in the pavilion. Wall was looking down at a thick document, his brow sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed.

Xiren stepped forward, folded his black umbrella, pushed open the door, and said, "Good morning, Lord Wall."

When Wall heard the voice, he looked up and glanced at him, a hearty smile immediately spreading across his rugged face.

He nodded slightly and pointed to the wooden chair opposite him, saying, "Sit."

Siren pulled out a chair and sat down. Wall put down the documents in his hand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "You were instrumental in the last Siren's Anvil decapitation operation. According to the Brotherhood's rules, as the one who contributed the most, you should have the right to a share of the spoils."

Wall pulled an exquisite iron box from his pocket, opening it as he said, "We've appraised the pirate items we seized. Those gold and silver artifacts, works of art, and filth will always incur losses on the black market, so we've converted them into cash at a rate of up to forty percent as your share."

He paused for a moment, staring intently at Siron: "After discussions among the higher-ups, the Brotherhood has decided to allocate you £115 of spoils."

Xilun's breath hitched, and his pupils contracted slightly.

One hundred and fifteen pounds! For him, who just a few months ago was fighting with gangsters in the slums for a few pennies, this was an unimaginable sum of money.

As he spoke, Wall took a special paper ticket out of the metal box.

The paper ticket was made of very fine material, with intricate anti-counterfeiting patterns printed on the edges.

Wall picked up a pen from the table, wrote "115" in bold strokes before the pound unit, and then stamped it with a dark gold seal.

"These are bearer checks issued by the Royal Bank."

Wall pushed the check toward Siron. "You can withdraw £115 in cash directly from any branch of the Royal Bank in Saint Laurent with this check."

He handed the check to Xilun, laughing loudly, "Don't lose it, this is enough for a nice house in downtown."

Xilun stared at the flimsy check in his hand, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip.

He suddenly felt that the small piece of paper was incredibly heavy, making him somewhat uneasy.

He immediately felt an overwhelming urge to rush into the bank and deposit the money into his account.

At the same time, an extremely unreal feeling lingered in my mind.

He actually made such a large sum of money. With this money, the monthly cost of seven pounds of extraordinary materials was negligible, and he could even buy large quantities of high-purity potions to forcibly accelerate the progress of the "Great Sea Whale Guidance Spell".

Xilun pursed his lips, suppressing his excitement, and nodded solemnly, saying, "Thank you, Lord Wall."

9

"I should be thanking you."

Wall stood up and patted Xilen on the shoulder across the table.

The power of the second-tier Ripper made Siren's shoulders sag slightly.

Wall laughed and said, "Look at you, so ignorant. You're really afraid of being poor. Your shoulders are shaking when you hold a check."

Xilun gave a wry smile and said half-jokingly, "It would be even better if you could deposit the money into my account now, otherwise I always feel uneasy with it in my pocket."

Walking down the street, everyone looks like a thief.

Wall burst into laughter, his voice shaking the dust that fell from the roof of the pavilion. "Alright, don't rush off. What's a little money? Aren't you curious about the Brotherhood's treasury?"

With that, Wall picked up the trench coat hanging on the coat rack, put it on, and led Xilen out of the pavilion.

The two men, holding umbrellas, walked through the muddy dock area and arrived at a secluded warehouse near the inland waterway.

The warehouse looked dilapidated, with moss-covered walls, but at least three hidden sentries with crossfire were secretly positioned around it.

Wall walked to the heavy iron gate of the warehouse, took out a silver medal representing his identity and a document stamped with a red seal, and handed them to a guard in the shadows beside the door.

"I am Wall."

The guard took the item, carefully verified his identity in the dim light, then immediately stood at attention and respectfully asked, "Lord Wall, what is the purpose of your visit?"

Wall pointed to Xilun behind him and said in a deep voice, "Choose a Grade B treasure for the warriors of our fleet."

The man raised his head and gave Xilun a deep look.

His gaze held a hint of scrutiny and awe; clearly, he had also heard of the ruthless man who had single-handedly ventured into the deep sea to kill the pirate leader.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

As the guard spoke, he turned and ordered the others in the shadows to open the door.

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open.

A musty, stale scent of preservatives mixed with some strange energy fluctuations wafted over me.

Then, two fully armed guards followed Wall and Siron inside.

One of them said in a low voice, "It's the rule, please forgive us."

Xilun nodded slightly, unconcerned about the surveillance, and stepped inside.

The room wasn't dark; narrow glass skylights on the left and right sides allowed natural light to stream in, and the bright light from the open front door allowed Xilun to see clearly what was inside.

The warehouse has a very large interior space, with rows of sturdy iron and wood shelves neatly arranged, on which various items are stored under glass covers or in wooden boxes.

Wall slowed his pace and began to explain like a patient mentor: "In Xilun, for extraordinary individuals, the most important things to establish themselves in this world are nothing more than a few things: strength and background."

He walked in front of a shelf filled with bottles and jars, his tone deep: "Background is something you're born with, something people like you and me who climbed up from the bottom can't change. The best way to gain power and avoid being trampled on is to increase your strength. And increasing your strength requires accumulating a lot of external resources."

Wall held up his fingers and listed them one by one: "Breathing techniques, combat skills, extraordinary materials, special potions, and—extraordinary relics."

As he spoke, Wall picked up a crystal bottle from the shelf.

The bottle contained a viscous liquid that emitted a chilling, bluish aura.

"For example, this is Frostwolf Potion."

Wall shook the bottle. "It can allow an ordinary person to undergo baptism and cross the threshold into the realm of a first-order extraordinary being. But in this B-grade vault of our Brotherhood, it can only be considered the lowest tier."

As they talked, the two continued walking deeper into the warehouse.

Wal continued, "Breathing techniques—I suppose you've already made your own choice; you don't need to pick one here."

"Since you've gained Lord Lund's favor, there must be better ways to learn martial arts."

Wall stopped and looked at Siren: "For extraordinary individuals, if they are given the opportunity to choose from the treasures, they usually only have two or three options."

"First, if your breathing technique is an extremely special type that requires rare and extraordinary materials, then you can choose rare and extraordinary materials to assist in the cultivation of your breathing technique."

"Second, if the materials are relatively common and there is still spare capacity, some valuable general resources can be selected."

For example, "Tranquility Potion" can bring the body into a state of absolute tranquility, allowing one to deeply feel the subtle changes in one's own Qi and blood, which can be used to break through bottlenecks.

"Or a stimulating drug." If you know you lack potential and are stuck at a certain stage for life, you can take a stimulating drug.

It can instantly boost one's strength and physique, but the cost is depleting one's life force, making subsequent advancement in cultivation levels extremely difficult.

At this point, Xiren's gaze swept over the area indicated by Wall, and sure enough, he saw many potions of different colors and sealed bottles.

However, on the other side of the warehouse, there were many strangely shaped props.

For example, a short sword that emits a dark luster, a bone with bloodshot veins, and even a shriveled eyeball.

Upon seeing the short sword, Xiren couldn't help but think of Robert's family heirloom, which he had taken from him.

Following Xiren's gaze, Wall continued, "If you don't have a great need for materials and potions, you can choose another reward, which is these extraordinary relics you see now."

Wall's expression turned serious: "As the name suggests, Extraordinary, or what those powerful extraordinary beings shed after they die."

It could be bones, skin, teeth, or scales—anything is possible.

"These items contain a portion of the deceased's power from their lifetime. In the hands of skilled craftsmen in the mysticism field, they can be selectively modified and enhanced, transforming them into extraordinary relics with special effects."

Xiren paused, startled, and stopped abruptly. He turned and stared intently at Vol: "After death—can a person's belongings detach?"

He glanced at Wall, and a terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Looking at Xilen's shocked expression, Wall smiled and said, "It seems you have some questions. Feel free to ask."

Xilun took a deep breath, composed himself, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the only extraordinary relic material that can be used for forging that comes off a person's body?"

Wall's smile deepened, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "You are indeed exceptionally perceptive; you grasped the key point immediately."

Wall's smile faded, and he lowered his voice, saying, "First of all, it's all possible."

When an extraordinary person dies, they may leave nothing behind, turning completely to dust.

Perhaps if you burn the corpse, you can burn out an incredibly hard finger bone.

Perhaps—it might produce some kind of purer material.

Xilun pondered the word, his brow furrowed: "Materials? What materials?"

Wall walked to an empty corner, making sure the guards couldn't hear their conversation, before slowly saying, "Extraordinary materials born in nature are extremely rare."

It's not that they don't exist, but they're either controlled by the orthodox church or guarded by those terrifying alien creatures; getting them isn't easy.

"And there is another way to obtain extraordinary materials."

That is, to obtain it from extraordinary individuals at the same or higher level.

Wall's eyes turned cold and cruel: "For example, a first-order baptist needs to take an advancement potion to advance to a second-order ripper."

"We usually use the 'Skin Burst Potion,' which requires a variety of rare and extraordinary ingredients. Even within the powerful Brotherhood, the stock of this potion is not abundant."

"If you want to refine it yourself, you first need the materials, and secondly, you need a mystical scholar to refine it for you."

Wall stared intently into Xiren's eyes and said, word by word, "If what an extraordinary being sheds after death is a physical object, then it is an extraordinary relic."

If it is some kind of pure energy, then that is his extraordinary characteristic.

"As an absorber, you can store this extraordinary property in a corner of your body, usually in the lower abdomen."

If one can gather three specific extraordinary traits of the same origin, advancing to the extraordinary sequence will be much easier, and may even eliminate the need for potions.