Master of Science and Technology - Chapter 76

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

Although Ye Zan had decided to reveal the dimension, he still didn’t want Wu Changsheng to know about the things inside. Thus, he only opened a small hole the size of a doghole, hiding some of the things inside with a cover as well.

As for retrieving things, well, he had the robots. With a single order, his robots could bring out everything he needed.

Like this, objects began to come out of the doghole. First was a Beast Core the size of a fist, rolling out from the opening with a rumble.

Wu Changsheng sat there stroking his beard, unfazed. He wasn’t so shocked. The real curiosity was the opening. Just a Beast Core was not enough to let a Head of the Sect be moved.

But, with it came a rumbling wave….

One by one, the Beast Cores came rolling out of the dimension; like marbles. Five, ten, twenty, fifty….one hundred. In a blink of an eye, there appeared hundreds of different sized multi-colored Beast Cores on the Hall’s floor.

At this time, Wu Changsheng had unconsciously risen from his seat, his hand frozen in motion and gripping tighter to his beard.

But, this wasn’t all.

Then came the spiritual grasses. The first ones were encased in jade boxes; what Zhou Ming had stolen from the Three Sects (which, of course, had then been taken by Ye Zan).

One box after the next, no longer rolling but coming out like a train’s cars. One by one, they were stuffed into the Hall by the roots. Although, due to Ye Zan, the Three Sects hadn’t gathered much. However, put together, it was still a pretty spectacular sight.

Wu Changsheng took a couple of steps forward, his eyelids slightly twitching. These weren’t as valuable as the Beast Cores. However, the jade boxes had the marks of the various Sects.

Jin Guang, Wu Zhu, and the Qing Yue Sword Sects. How had their jade boxes ended up in the hands of this Taishang Great Uncle? Wu Changsheng was baffled. He didn’t think that they would just let Ye Zan borrow their boxes.

“This….” Wu Changsheng wanted to say something.

But immediately after, sprigs of unpackaged or poorly packaged spiritual grasses were thrown from the dimension. These spiritual grasses had all undergone drying. They were the fruits of ten years of labor from  Zhou Ming. Although there were some sprigs not treated correctly, greatly reducing their value, however, there was A LOT of it.

“This, thi- this….” Wu Changsheng unconsciously moved his hand, feeling pain from his chin. He had tugged on his beard.

Everything Ye Zan was taking out right now, actually, even just the gatherings of the Three Sects were already enough to compare with anything Yu Qing had gotten in the former years. Moreover, there were also the hundreds of Beast Cores and the huge pile of dried spiritual grasses.

Yu Qing was broke! No one understood this better than Wu Changsheng.

Geniuses that only needed one Foundation Pill to attain Foundation State like Qi Qianjun, were small in number, coming along every so often in a thousand years. The majority of the students needed at least three to five, seven or eight, or maybe even more to achieve Foundation State. Thus, they could only wait in line. Some students would wait for years in the completed Refining State.

Foundation Pills were only a small part of this. At least, if you waited, you might have a chance. If Liu Qian didn’t just eat and slack off, if he got the necessary parts, he could refine some Foundation Pills. Regardless of the rates of success or quality, even if it was a low-quality Foundation Pill, at least it was a Foundation Pill.

But there was a problem time couldn’t solve: the weapons Foundation students used.

A good magical weapon was enough to increase the skill of a Foundation State student. But, how easy was it to get one? For Yu Qing, students were lucky to get a weapon, much less a high-quality one.

Mo Rushi, Wu Changsheng, and the others could refine weapons and were willing to do so for the students. Although they weren’t professionals, their skills weren’t half bad. The main problem was that finding good refining parts was too hard. Or, more honestly, they were too ******* expensive.

This didn’t mean that good refining parts would definitely make a good magical weapon. However, it was certain that it was impossible to make a good magical weapon without good refining parts. A piece of secular iron, regardless of the genius in design or the depth of the drawn symbols, would be unable to produce strong spiritual power, thus prohibiting sufficient strength. In fact, some parts could explode from the application of spiritual energy, turning to harm the user.

But good refining parts could build high-quality magical weapons. Moreover, with repeated use and spiritual nurture, some could even become magical treasures. Thus, high-quality refining parts were usually sold at sky-high rates. Well, sky-high in the eyes of the Yu Qing Sect.

The objects Ye Zan brought out included some refining parts, being, of course, just beast or creature bones. But, this was already pretty good for Wu Changsheng. At least, it was enough for the students to get some usable weapons.   

But, it wasn’t over yet!

After this, Ye Zan began bringing out the grasses he had picked himself. The method Ye Zan had used to pick these grasses could count as a textbook-worthy example. The quality was greatly preserved with his care. Thus, the value was also something the dried grasses could not compare to. It was fortunate that his audience was Wu Changsheng. Had it Liu Qian been here, he probably would have gone crazy.

The spiritual grasses Ye Zan brought out had already been treated, the dirt beneath them cleaned away and soaked in a nutritional solution. The grasses were also covered with a layer of glass for additional protection.

However, Ye Zan had not yet decided on how to plant these spiritual grasses. After all, Yu Qing didn’t have the necessary dimensions. He could only use technology to keep the plants alive while he continued his research.

“Al-alright, Taishang, alright, don’t take anything else out. Put it back. Don’t let the grasses be damaged.” Wu Changsheng said, despite his emotions at seeing the neverending flow coming out of the dimension. He was afraid to move, as those things, all unaffordably valuable, were already piled before him. He was afraid that he might step on something.

Hearing Wu Changsheng’s words, Ye Zan finally stopped. However, he didn’t pick up the things, but pointed at them, saying: “Old Wu, keep these.”

“This, this isn’t right. Taishang, these are the fruits of your labor. How could we dare to….” Wu Changsheng wanted to refuse, but couldn’t bear to, his face bearing the signs of his inner turmoil.