Cannon fodder female supporter's technological path to immortality

Chapter 215 216 Iron City
After Su Wanyue sent Jiang Muye to the edge of a small town, she left quickly.

on the flying saucer.

Chu Xinghe asked, "Where are we going?"

Without Jiang Muye, even the vase looked a lot better.

Su Wanyue said: "Let's go to Tianmuxuan Iron Mine to collect our own iron ore."

Chu Xinghe hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Central Continent has a vast land and rich resources, with many beautiful scenery, bustling cities, and a lively auction house, do you want to go and have a look?"

"There's nothing to see." Su Wanyue said indifferently, "Our trip is to collect spiritual materials and build Xingyue City. When we can't see Zhongzhou, we will come back when we are free."

When Su Wanyue said this, she suddenly remembered, since the senior brother mentioned it, maybe he just wanted to play?
"How about, brother, when we come back from the mining area, let's walk around the city and inquire about rare spiritual materials, what do you think?"

Su Wanyue suggested.

Chu Xinghe nodded and agreed.

Reaching a consensus, Su Wanyue asked Xiaolan to speed up and go to the Tianmu Xuan Iron Mining Area.

When I got to the place, I saw that there were no mineral veins there, and the area was obviously only a swamp.

"Xiao Lan, have you found the right place?" Su Wanyue asked.

"I found it~" Xiaolan was so wronged that she shrank into a ball of blue fur, rolled from one end of the console to the other, and rolled back again.

Xiao Ling said: "Sister, Xiaolan is so smart, how could she find the wrong way? Jiang Muye must be the one who made the mistake. That kid has wicked eyebrows and eyes. He must not be a good guy. If I had known, you shouldn't have saved him."

Xiaoqing also echoed: "Yes, yes, yes, boss, he must be making trouble, he is not a good person, beat him up."

Xiong Wudi snorted softly, cursed and said, "Little turtle son, bastard, don't let your Grandpa Xiong see, or labor and capital will stab you to death."

Kong Kong also said: "Fight well, add me."

Su Wanyue raised her forehead, well, these guys are united.

"Forget it, Xiao Lan will go to the nearby cities to have a look first, and we will make plans later."

"That's great~" Xiaolan regained her spirits immediately and bounced off the table.

The flying saucer turned around and flew to the edge of a nearby town.

The cities in Central Continent are no different from Beiwangzhou, and there is nothing unique about them. The only difference is probably that the concentration of aura here is very high, and any small city can beat Beiwangzhou.

The monks coming and going on the street are all very powerful, with golden elixirs walking everywhere, and Nascent Souls are as many as dogs.

Su Wanyue's level of cultivation is nothing compared to the entire Central Continent.

She and Chu Xinghe made their faces very ordinary, and their clothes were extremely casual, so they were not conspicuous at all in the crowd.

Su Wanyue stopped a Golden Core cultivator: "Fellow Daoist, may I ask..."

"Go, go, don't block my way." The man glanced at Su Wanyue, then lost interest in answering.

Su Wanyue sighed softly: "The monks in Zhongzhou are not friendly at all, no one pays attention to me when I ask for directions."

Chu Xinghe comforted, "Forget it, let's take a look around."

"Okay." Su Wanyue nodded, that's all she could do now.

This city is called Tiecheng, and it is rich in black iron. In other words, there should be a black iron mine nearby, but the location is very secret.

Su Wanyue temporarily put aside the matter of the Black Iron Mine, and came to West Street with Chu Xinghe.

West Street is Ziyoufang City, which has many street stalls.

Most of the items on the stalls are refining materials, and there are also a small number of other treasures.

Su Wanyue walked to a booth and stopped. There was a green stone on the booth, which looked a lot like malachite, but not like it.

She was not sure for a moment, so she squatted down and took a closer look.

The stall owner said: "Green fluorite, one hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones, no low-grade spirit stones will be accepted."

Su Wanyue got up and said to Chu Xinghe, "Senior Brother, let's go look elsewhere."

Chu Xinghe silently followed her and was about to leave. Seeing this, the stall owner shouted: "Wait, fellow daoist, for your sake, I'll give you a little less."

"Then, one thousand middle-grade spirit stones." Su Wanyue shouted.

The stall owner's eyes widened and his breathing was short of breath. Did he meet an expert?

Seeing him like that, Su Wanyue said disdainfully, "Forget it if you don't sell it."

"Sell, sell, sell." The stall owner was afraid that she would regret it, so he answered quickly and urgently.

Su Wanyue curled her lips into a smile, turned around and said, "Eight hundred middle-grade spirit stones."

The stall owner was suddenly speechless: "Young fellow Taoist, you must be kind."

"Six hundred middle-grade spirit stones." Su Wanyue said lazily.

The stall owner glared at her indignantly, and compromised: "Six hundred is six hundred."

Su Wanyue counted six hundred spirit stones to him, picked up the green fluorite, and when the stone touched his hand, his fingers turned black, and after a while, his fingers turned white again.

When the stall owner saw this scene, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he took out a broken bowl with a hole missing and said, "Little Daoist friend, this is an ancient treasure I found from the Motian Ancient Ruins. It’s fate, why not buy it.”

Su Wanyue raised her eyebrows and sneered, "You say I'm a beggar?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong." The stall owner quickly waved his hand.

A fat uncle next to him sneered and said: "Old Gu, it's just a broken bowl, how dare you fool other fellow Taoists?"

The ancient stall owner explained aggrievedly: "I really picked it up from the Motian monument."

"I didn't lie to you."

"The ancient ruins of Motian, even a piece of tile in it is a treasure, let alone a broken bowl."

The fat Taoist exposed him again: "You are talking nonsense again, only the tiles erupted from the nebula vortex at the core of the Motian monument are treasures, and the tiles in other places are a pile of garbage."

The ancient stall owner gave the fat Taoist an annoyed look.

Chu Xinghe waved his hand to form an enchantment around them.

Afterwards, Chu Xinghe said: "The monk surnamed Gu is uneasy and kind, there is something wrong with that bowl."

Su Wanyue's eyes flashed, and when they finished their performance, she chuckled and said, "Keep your broken bowl for dinner, I don't need it."

After saying that, Su Wanyue turned around and was about to leave.

The ancient stall owner shouted: "Wait, Fellow Daoist."

Su Wanyue turned her head and asked impatiently, "What's wrong?"

The ancient stall owner replied: "Fellow Daoist, I still have a treasure here."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of wood that looked like gold but not gold.

The ancient stall owner said in a huff: "See, this is a small piece of Tongjian wood. When refining a weapon, you only need to scrape off a little Jianmu ash, and the success rate of refining the weapon will increase by [-]%."

"So powerful?" Su Wanyue pretended to be very interested.

This old man acted as if no one had seen it before. She had a pile of Jianmu, and that pile was completely different from this one. Could it be that this so-called Jianmu could be genetically mutated?

The ancient stall owner thought he had tricked Su Wanyue, so he said excitedly, "Of course, how could I lie to you."

"But..." Su Wanyue hesitated, "I heard that Jianmu is the hardest wood in the world, and it can't be broken by any weapon. How do you scrape the sawdust off?"

The stall owner replied solemnly: "Ordinary weapons, of course, can't break Jianmu, but my bowl is the same. I found it from the Nebula Whirlpool, an ancient site in Motian. It can scrape Jianmu ash."

"..."

Is this coaxing her into being a fool?

(End of this chapter)