529: Chapter 529 Stockpiling Nuclear Warheads!

Yingxian Restaurant, Heaven-grade private room.

The night deepened.

The private room returned to its usual state of everyone minding their own business.

Hua Nongying flipped through her "Charming Heart Scripture," Monk Jiese chanted his sutras, and Jian Buping wiped his sword.

Wang Baobao squatted in the corner crunching on Ore, crisp and crunchy.

Everything looked normal.

Su Chen closed his eyes, but his mind was calculating an account.

An account concerning life and death.

Thirty million high-grade immortal stones.

It sounded like a lot.

But in the insane world of the Immortal Realm, where Heavenly Immortals were everywhere and True Immortals filled the streets, this bit of money was like three hundred bucks in the Lower Realm.

Enough for a meal, but not enough to buy insurance.

What was the situation he was facing now?

First, Lin Wan.

The Heavenly Immortal Seventh Heaven Peak Master of the Xuantian Immortal Sect's Hundred Flowers Peak had already targeted them, and in all probability, she had already called for reinforcements from her Sect.

Second, that mysterious Lingbao Trading Firm.

Although that "Shopkeeper Shen" just now seemed harmless, the Lingbao Trading Firm's act of raising prices itself revealed a malicious intent to fleece them.

Third, this Peng City.

A mix of dragons and fish; who knew what eyes were hidden in the shadows that he hadn't noticed yet?

A Great Saint First Heaven rookie, leading a group of Quasi-Emperors, wandering around a territory full of Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals.

What was the difference between this and a rabbit leading a few mice for a stroll in a tiger's den?

Su Chen opened his eyes.

His gaze fell upon his own hands.

Great Sacrifice Technique.

This was currently the most perverted nuclear-level trump card in his hand.

Sacrificing a Magic Treasure in exchange for a single destructive attack far exceeding one's own Realm.

The higher the Grade of the Magic Treasure, the more terrifying the attack released.

Theoretically, as long as he had enough high-grade Magic Treasures in his hand, even if he faced enemies at the True Immortal or even Profound Immortal level, he wouldn't be completely powerless to fight back.

But the problem was...

The Magic Treasures he had on hand that could be used for sacrifice were pitifully few.

The batch of earth immortal artifacts given by the Eighteenth Ancestor before was clearly not enough to be used in the current environment.

He needed higher-grade "warheads."

Heavenly Immortal Artifacts, True Immortal Artifacts, even Spirit Immortal Artifact level Magic Treasures.

Any one of these things taken out would start at ten million high-grade immortal stones.

With a net worth of thirty million, he could buy one, maybe two at most, and be completely wiped out.

Su Chen turned over on the recliner, facing the ceiling.

The inner bullet comments began to roll frantically.

[No.]

[My thinking is wrong.]

[What was the mechanism of the Great Sacrifice Technique again?]

He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the description of the Divine Ability given by the System.

Then his pupils suddenly constricted.

["Based on the Grade and integrity of the Magic Treasure, release a single destructive attack far exceeding one's current Realm."]

Grade.

Integrity.

Two variables.

He had been staring at the word "Grade" before, thinking the higher the grade, the better.

That was correct.

But the parameter of "integrity," he had ignored.

Or rather, he had misunderstood it before.

Integrity affected the upper limit of the attack's power.

An intact golden immortal artifact, when sacrificed, would definitely release a stronger attack than a damaged golden immortal artifact.

But the key lay in...

A damaged golden immortal artifact was still "Golden Immortal Rank" in Grade!

Even if it was broken into two pieces.

Even if its Immortal Qi was exhausted.

Even if its core formation patterns were completely destroyed.

If it was once a golden immortal artifact, then its material Origin was Golden Immortal level.

Material Origin—this was what the Great Sacrifice Technique truly consumed!

Su Chen sat up abruptly from the recliner, a firework exploding in his mind.

No.

It was a mushroom cloud.

[Holy crap!]

[Why didn't I think of this layer before?!]

[The Great Sacrifice Technique only recognizes the material Origin; it's not picky about the appearance or condition!]

[What does this mean?]

[It means that even the wreckage of a golden immortal artifact shattered into dross, though its attack power will be discounted, can still release a terrifying attack far exceeding a Heavenly Immortal Artifact!]

[And how much is a shattered golden immortal artifact worth on the market?]

Su Chen's eyes lit up like two searchlights.

He quickly did a math problem in his head.

An intact golden immortal artifact had a market price of at least fifty million high-grade immortal stones.

Couldn't afford it.

Couldn't afford it even in his dreams.

But what about the wreckage of a golden immortal artifact?

Shattered, cracked, with all the Immortal Qi leaked out, and even the formation patterns scrapped.

This kind of thing was just scrap metal in the eyes of normal Cultivators.

Because once a Magic Treasure's core formation patterns were destroyed and its Immortal Qi completely lost, it could not be repaired.

Irreparable meant unusable.

Unusable meant it had no value.

No value meant nobody would want it even at dirt-cheap prices.

But for him...

This scrap metal was a nuclear warhead.

A discounted nuclear warhead, but still a nuclear warhead.

He couldn't afford an intact golden immortal artifact.

But ten pieces of shattered golden immortal artifact wreckage added together might not even cost five million high-grade immortal stones.

Five million to buy ten nuclear warheads.

The cost-effectiveness was Heaven-Defying.

The corners of Su Chen's mouth were curling up uncontrollably.

He stood up from the recliner.

This movement was so sudden and abrupt that it startled Qian Duoduo, who was dozing off.

"Boss? What are you doing?"

Qian Duoduo rubbed his sleepy little eyes, his face full of alertness.

Having followed Su Chen for a long time, he had deeply understood one truth.

When the Boss suddenly gets energized, something big is bound to happen.

And "big things" in Su Chen's dictionary were always bundled with "spending money."

Su Chen ignored him.

He paced back and forth in the private room a couple of times, then suddenly turned around and looked at Duoduo.

"Duoduo."

"Present!" Duoduo straightened his back reflexively.

"Does Peng City have a Loose Cultivator Market?"

Duoduo blinked his small eyes.

"Yes, it's in the east of the city, stretching for several miles. They sell everything, from Medicinal Pills to Magical Artifacts to Immortal Beast eggs to underwear, they have every—"

"Are there any selling junk in there?"

Su Chen interrupted him.

Qian Duoduo's mouth opened into a perfect circle.

"Ju... Junk?"

"Yes. Junk." Su Chen's tone was serious to the extreme. "The kind of Magic Treasure wreckage that is shattered, cracked, and unwanted. The higher the Grade, the better; the more shattered, the better. Preferably scrap material of Heavenly Immortal Artifact level or above."

Qian Duoduo's face turned red and white.

He thought the Boss might have been driven crazy by that woman from the Lingbao Trading Firm just now.

"Boss, you're not joking, are you?"

He asked cautiously.

"When have I ever joked?"

Su Chen asked back.

Qian Duoduo thought about it.

It seemed there really wasn't.

This person, the Boss, never joked when it came to spending money.

"Alright then." Qian Duoduo sighed in resignation. "The Loose Cultivator Market sells everything; there will definitely be junk. But Boss, those things are truly the trash of trash, nobody would even take them for free..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Su Chen clapped his hands.

"We leave first thing tomorrow morning. You come with me, and bring Baobao and Jian Buping."

"Me?" Jian Buping looked up, his sword-wiping motion pausing. "To do what?"

"Bodyguard." Su Chen was concise.

Jian Buping didn't ask more and lowered his head to continue wiping his sword.

But the force with which he wiped his sword clearly increased a bit.

He never refused a job that involved fighting.