Immortality begins by crossing the storage bag

Chapter 1 Storage Bags

Chen Ming opened his eyes drowsily. His body was getting worse and worse. He was so weak even after staying up late to type a word.

He steeled himself to get up and wash up, but he felt that the sight in front of him was a little strange and weird.

What appeared in front of him were some talismans, elixirs, and daggers and long swords.

Accompanied by pedestrians dressed in ancient clothes and noisy hawking.

"There's a clearance sale, low-end Talisman Pill Storage Bag, buy five and get one free, first come first served."

"Quality assurance, integrity-based."

The voice was very close to him, and it was the dealer sitting next to him.

He couldn't move even if he wanted to. He wanted to pinch himself to see if it was a dream, but he couldn't.

A very weak and oppressive feeling, as if he had lost his limbs and could not move at all.

"Calm down! I write novels!"

When he opened his eyes again, this time he focused on himself, the first thing he saw was an empty and limited space.

There is nothing, no more feeling of touch coming from the body.

A very fucking shocking fact emerged.

He died suddenly last night.

Then he traveled through time and turned into the lowest level storage bag, which is currently placed on the stall.

Being thrown into a pile of similar ones arranged randomly, the good news is that he is at the top and has a high probability of being bought.

Not necessarily, most people like to browse blindly when buying things.

It's strange, why would he want to be bought?
"Someone, save me, save the bag!"

He couldn't make any sound, like a dead stone.

[The immortality system is activated, please host start the journey to immortality from the storage bag! 】

[Chen Ming: inferior storage bag]

[Space: 3 cubic meters]

[Appearance: Ordinary blue and white lines, disappearing into the crowd]

[Body: Made of special materials, containing a trace of space law, very hard]

[Lifespan: 1000 years, can be immortalized for thousands of years if placed freely]

【Repair: None】

[Visual vision: 360 degrees without blind spots, range 100 meters]

[Talent: Space magical power, like-like blindness, can enter and exit the storage bag freely, regardless of restrictions.It can only be a storage bag]

[Characteristic: Ignore soul pressure]

[System Task-Being bought, you will be rewarded if you complete it]

Chen Ming figured out his current situation. He won't die for a long time, but he will be bored for a long time.

It is not necessarily true that 1000 years is the maximum value, which belongs to the absolute ideal state of physics and is a hypothesis and if in the argument.It's logical and theoretically feasible.

The conclusion is that the lifespan is uncertain, and the desirable range is 0-1000.
You have to find an opportunity to transform. What's the use of a storage bag?

There is no distinction between male and female, and the joy of mathematical calculations has been lost. His thirst for knowledge cannot accept it.

Looking at his current abilities, he is very much an actor, like someone competing for favor in a harem.

All for the sake of being bought.

After all, it would be useless to let him practice on his own, and he would have to follow the monks.

Skill 50: Pleasant, detect the buyer's preferred color style, can freely change the appearance, achieve simple DIY design, increase product competitiveness, range [-] meters.

Skill two, replacement, if no one cares about the humble storage bag, just replace the selected one at the most critical moment and complete the counterattack.

Skill three, real buying and fake buying, can distinguish the customer's true purchasing intention and prescribe the right medicine.

Not bad, the minimum requirement is guaranteed, if anyone comes to buy it, it will be me.

……

After more than ten minutes, no one showed up. They were all purchasing talisman pills and magic weapons. He didn't seem to be a necessity.And judging from the three skills, the rest are not necessities, and there is no willingness to buy them.

"What are you doing to entertain me? A group of people come and go, but a genius treasure that is only useful in the Qi refining period is so powerful."

The vendor was cursing, and more than a dozen people bought two pieces of spiritual stone for a token price, all asking questions.

He decided to keep silent and asked if he could get a spiritual stone first.

Um?Chen Ming noticed the purchase intention, but it was not for the storage bag. The intention was strong but not direct.

My skills are limited, so I can only rely on speculation, based on previous inquiries from several waves of people.

It is estimated that he is willing to exchange information, and he can become the object of exchange.

"Stall owner, I have a question." There were four people coming, each male and female, and the young man in white robes led by asked.

"Ask if you can. Let's buy something first. I have hundreds of people asking questions in half an hour, but I haven't spent a single spiritual stone. I'm tired of being asked." The vendor said impatiently.

"Ha, that's quite annoying. The key is that your stuff is a bit low-grade and we won't be able to use it." The young man in white robe picked up the Talisman Medicinal Artifact.

They are all used for the first to third levels of weapon refining, and are not as powerful as the magic formula he cultivated himself.

"Storage bags are always useful. Although they are low-grade, they can at least hold things. Five spiritual stones are not expensive each." The hawker began to promote.

Chen Ming felt a glimmer of hope.

"If you can answer my question, I can give you five spiritual stones for free." The young man in white robe threw a spiritual stone to the vendor as a question and answer fee.

Chen Ming's hope disappears, but he has no choice but to start Yue Ren.

"Isn't it just about the mimosa? Five spiritual stones and a storage bag will make you satisfied." The vendor was confident.

A bunch of idiots and a bunch of Qi refiners are not just looking for death to grab resources, even if the big forces agree.

I don’t know how much I weigh, and I don’t know the benefits of being strict with myself.

"Choose one you like, Wan'er." The young man in white robe said with a smile.

My favorite color is pink, and the pattern design tends to be sword-like, so I want it to look elegant and strong.

The lace must be designed with perfect symmetry, the lines on the sword must contain stars, the sword cultivator's clothes... the sword cultivator's outline...

Chen Ming looked at the dozen or so pages of preferences that were read out. They were so accurate that he wanted to kill them head-on. Only then did he realize how terrifying women can be.

He's showing off, he loves whatever he wants, why don't he just make fun of someone else who has sex with him? ! !

He decided to stay away from women in the future.

"The three sects agreed to compete fairly with casual cultivators. This mimosa spiritual grass was discovered growing in a cave and was interrupted by someone's promotion path. It is useless for those with high cultivation levels to use it. So the news of fair competition is true." The vendor Tell the story eloquently.

It turns out that this mimosa grass has very special properties. It condenses blood energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, it cannot be bumped into by others before it matures, otherwise it will dissipate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that was finally condensed.

Only the power of qi and blood was left, and the mimosa stalk that was bumped into hadn't bloomed yet, so it was only useful in the qi refining period, especially the effect of tempering the body surpassed all elixirs.

It can increase the foundation and combat effectiveness of Qi Refining monks.

"Haha, everything is really unpredictable. I didn't expect there to be such interesting things in the world." The young man in white robe laughed and happily gave the spirit stone.

"Wan'er, have you made your choice? Let's go." He urged in a good mood.

Wan'er seems to have difficulty choosing. It would be fine if they were all in ordinary colors, but there is an extra one with a little person.

But that villain might as well not have existed.

The urging of the young man in white robe helped her make a choice, and she chose to be short-lived rather than wasteful.

Chen Ming: "It's your uncle's, replace it!"

Chen Ming got his wish and was tied around his waist, enjoying the bumpy pleasure and being able to touch the round charm.

But he was not happy at all, as a shameless person.

The only thing he was proud of was his aesthetics. He had thousands of grams of proof, but he was completely disliked.

Oh, it should be a problem with the painter, not aesthetics.

He became confident again, and the low-grade pink storage bag he wore seemed to float happily.

[The mission is completed, the gas will be rewarded, and the secret will be hidden]

(End of this chapter)