Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

The lone scavenger seemed to be setting up a stall as well. He found a deserted corner, sat down on the ground, and then dumped all the contents of his woven bag out.

Leng San's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze fell on a dark wooden stick. Yes, that was it!

The wooden stick was about three feet long, jet black, and covered with cracks, like a piece of charcoal, but it exuded a domineering aura of thunder.

No wonder Leng San felt a sense of familiarity, because the "Thunder God Technique" he practiced was a thunder-based cultivation method.

This black wooden stick is indeed a piece of lightning-struck wood. Judging from the domineering aura of lightning emanating from it, it has clearly been struck by lightning more than once, possibly dozens or even hundreds of times.

Tsk tsk, this wood is no ordinary material, capable of withstanding hundreds of lightning strikes. How could Leng San not be tempted? Moreover, this object has formed a spiritual connection with him, which is a prerequisite for refining his natal magic weapon.

At this moment, the lone scavenger laid the empty woven bag flat on the ground and began to arrange the pile of items he wanted to sell.

Leng San's gaze sharpened again. Good heavens, there were actually three beast crystals. This meant that the other party had actually killed three mutated beasts. His strength was not to be underestimated. However, judging from his tall and thin figure, he should not be a gene-enhanced warrior. He was most likely a superhuman.

Wild beasts usually roam alone, while only sheep travel in flocks. This lone scavenger must have extraordinary abilities.

Leng San deliberately wandered around for a while before strolling to the stall of the lone scavenger. He discovered that this guy was actually selling jade and coins, and these jade and coins were all old items, exuding a faint spiritual energy. He wondered which auspicious feng shui site he had found them in.

So this guy is actually a tomb raider?

Leng San squatted down, examined the jade artifacts and coins, and asked, "How much do you plan to sell these ancient jade artifacts and coins for? I'll take them all."

"Not for sale, only for exchange!" The lone scavenger spoke succinctly, his gaze fixed on the Desert Eagle pistol at Leng San's waist.

Leng San immediately understood, took off the holster of his Desert Eagle and placed it on the woven bag, but the lone scavenger's gaze then turned to Leng San's arms.

Leng San frowned slightly, but still took out the miniature submachine gun from under his trench coat and placed it next to the Desert Eagle.

"Deal!" The lone scavenger uttered two words calmly, and reached out to take the Desert Eagle and the Micro-Chong.

Leng San also collected all the ancient jade artifacts and coins, while several scavengers watching the spectacle looked at him as if he were an idiot.

In this world where weapons reign supreme, who actually collects antiques? What else could they be but idiots?

The lone scavenger hesitated for a moment, then tossed the three beast crystals to Leng San, saying calmly, "I'm not going to take advantage of you, take it!"

This time, it was Leng San's turn to look at the lone scavenger with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. He thanked him, pocketed the three beast crystals, and casually pointed to the lightning-struck wood, saying, "Want to trade this piece of wood?"

"No trade!" The lone scavenger refused decisively.

"Why?" Leng Sanqi asked.

The lone scavenger said calmly, "Because it's useful to me."

Leng San's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What's the use?"

The lone scavenger retorted, "Then what use do you have for it?"

Leng San frowned. It seemed the other party also knew their stuff. Could they be a fellow Daoist? But then he thought again, the other party was willing to give him three precious beast crystals as a gift, so they probably weren't one of his kind.

Yes, lightning-struck wood can ward off evil spirits, and the lightning energy of this piece of wood is so strong that ordinary evil spirits would have to go far away. I guess this person uses it as a magic weapon to ward off evil spirits.

Leng San's guess was correct. It turned out that the lone scavenger was named A-Xiang, a D-level ability user with night vision, who preferred to operate at night. While other scavengers would hide back in their camps at night, he was a "night owl," enjoying traversing the ruins under the cover of darkness, avoiding all competitors, and thus often reaping a rich harvest.

Of course, operating at night is also very dangerous, because zombies and mutated beasts like to come out at night, but he has his own way of avoiding zombies and mutated beasts.

For the lone scavenger, other scavenger teams were far more dangerous than zombies and mutated beasts. When operating at night, he didn't have to worry about being double-crossed.

In addition, there was something else that Ah-Lui feared most: the intangible and invisible filth. By chance, Ah-Lui obtained this lightning-struck wood, and from then on, he never encountered anything filthy again when he went out at night.

How could Ah-Shou possibly exchange such a talisman?

However, Leng San was determined to get his hands on the lightning-struck wood. Seeing that the other party was unwilling to trade, he said, "I really like this thing. Name your price."

"Not for sale!"

"Don't rush to refuse. I live at No. 2, Building 302, Lane 5, East Street. If you want to sell, come find me in the next couple of days, and you can set the price." Leng San smiled, left his address, and then turned and left.

Leng San wasn't in a hurry. Since this lightning-struck wood had developed a spiritual connection with him, it would eventually be his. Spiritual objects choose their masters, and fate determines their destiny.

Leng San returned to Ye Wenrou and Chen Xi's side and saw the two of them in front of a stall. Chen Xi was holding a Go set, while Ye Wenrou was haggling with the stall owner.

It's obvious that Chenxi took a liking to this Go set, and Ye Wenrou is buying it for her.

In the end, Ye Wenrou bought the Go set for 500 contribution points. It seems that Sister Wenrou really dotes on Chenxi.

Leng San touched the chess piece and found that it was made of Yuhua stone. The chessboard was also made of genuine Xiangfei wood. No wonder Chen Xi liked it. This little girl has good taste.

"Thank you, Sister Wenrou!" Leng San smiled.

Ye Wenrou smiled and said reproachfully, "I bought it for Xiaoxi, why are you thanking me?"

"I'm speaking for Chenxi. By the way, does Wenrou know how to play Go?"

Ye Wenrou shook her head: "No."

"Let me teach you. Playing chess can train your mental strength." Leng San smiled and said, "I happen to have a set of 'The Eighteen Endgames of the Rotten Chessboard' here. If you can master it, it will be better than you just dreaming on your own."

Ye Wenrou was taken aback for a moment, then nodded happily: "Okay, Xiao San, thank you."

"No need to thank me. I just happen to be teaching Chenxi how to play chess. Teaching one is the same as teaching two."

"I still have to thank you," Ye Wenrou said with a smile. At this point, she was certain that she had indeed been saved by the mistress in her dream that night, and she guessed that the bespectacled young man who died inexplicably was also related to the mistress.

At this moment, Zhou Chen and the fat man walked over. The former was holding an old-fashioned memory chip and said smugly, "I bought this for 1000 contribution points. Do you guys think I made a profit or a loss?"

The fat man said, "It's an absolute loss. What valuable data could this old-fashioned memory possibly have? Only a fool would spend 1000 contribution points to buy it."