In Tianyi Pavilion, the head of Lianjian Pavilion, Guang Xuzi, was on the phone. As he listened to the content transmitted by the disciple on the phone, his beard suddenly stood up.
"What? My apprentice Liu Chunan was actually crippled by someone."
"And the guy who crippled him was actually a martial artist."
"My spiritual roots were taken away by someone, I..."
He was so angry that he crushed his phone. Guang Xuzi's eyes turned red and he said angrily, "Qiushuang, go get that thing. By the way, what's that person's name?"
A female disciple walked in. She looked at Guang Xuzi speechlessly and said, "Master, is your Alzheimer's disease acting up again? How about I invite the Eighteenth Master from the Alchemy Pavilion to come over for you? You should go see a doctor first."
"Bullshit! I'm only 300 years old, how could I have Alzheimer's?" Guang Xuzi shouted angrily, "I'm so angry that I'm losing my mind. Anyway, you go first... where are you going?"
The apprentice named Qiu Shuang was completely speechless. She stood up, picked up the apple on the table and said, "Master, think about it slowly. Don't be anxious. It's not a big deal."
"Well! Forget it, I can't remember. It shouldn't be a big deal, let's go take a hot spring bath first. You ask someone to repair this thing called a cell phone, and I'll call and ask later." Guang Xuzi nodded and said.
Qiu Shuang nodded, picked up the phone and complained: "Master, you have destroyed seven phones this month. I think we should use carrier pigeons to send messages from now on. Your destruction rate is too high. A phone can only answer one call."
"Accident, accident. As people get older, it takes time to master new things..." Guang Xuzi shook his head and said, "By the way, let your third apprentice brother Liu Chunan come to see me. I recently observed the celestial phenomena at night, and it seems that he is about to be in trouble. Remind him not to run around."
The corner of her eye twitched, and Qiu Shuang sighed helplessly and said, "Master, you forgot. He's married. He needs to deal with the matter of Wudu Spiritual Vein. Recently, the Spiritual Vein has taken over too many things, and everyone is too busy..."
"Oh, really?" After a slight pause, Guang Xuzi sighed and said, "Then let him see me when he comes back. I'm going to sleep first."
"Yes!" Qiu Shuang was eating an apple and checking WeChat on her phone. She was stunned and said, "Master, it's not good. The outer disciples sent WeChat messages saying that Third Junior Brother was severely injured by a martial artist in Wudu and his spiritual roots were destroyed."
"What?" Guang Xuzi was immediately furious, his beard standing up in anger, and he said angrily, "Damn it, someone actually dared to hurt my disciples, Qiu Shuang, go and bring that person back to me. He must know how powerful I am."
"Disciple understands!" Qiu Shuang nodded and stepped back.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Guang Xuzi touched the tip of his nose in a strange way and said, "Strange, I feel a lot more relieved all of a sudden. Why is that?"
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In Fog City, a small town 78 kilometers away from Thumb Mountain, hundreds of independent cultivators gathered here.
"Have you heard? All the Zhao Ziwu who went in last time were killed. They were a large group of thirteen people."
"Yes, I heard that the only surviving member was sent to the hospital, but he died after only a short while due to erosion all over his body."
"Too terrifying, is this the power of the spirit vein? However, huge risks also come with huge wealth, there must be a treasure inside."
“That’s right!”
Yu Sheng, who was eating noodles at the side, was scornful in his heart: What a treasure, all in my hands. I say you guys are really reckless. Don't let you idiots ruin all the things I prepared for Tianyi Pavilion.
He was just about to take the dragon root from the spiritual vein. With his current martial arts skills and strong strength, the things in it had no effect on him at all.
The only thing he didn't expect was that Tianyi Pavilion had been silent, but these independent cultivators couldn't help themselves. In addition, when they heard that Liu Chunan was beaten to a cripple by Yu Sheng, they were even more excited. Taking this opportunity, many cultivators rushed to Wudu to see the so-called spiritual vein with their own eyes.
But this is not a treasure land. Thirty-seven monks who came here to search for treasure have died. Although their cultivation is low, all those who entered died.
Be careful of the consequences!
For a moment, those who originally wanted to take advantage were a little at a loss.
"Boss, let's check out! How much is it?" Yu Sheng wiped his mouth and said to the shop owner.
The shop owner is a middle-aged man. Judging from the taste of the noodles and the layout of the shop, this is already an old shop.
The shop owner walked up to Yu Sheng and said calmly, "Fifty!"
"Oh!" Yu Sheng was about to pay, so he took out his wallet and suddenly asked, "How much did you say?"
"Fifty!" the shop owner said affirmatively.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and Yu Sheng said with an unpleasant expression: "Boss, you are robbing me. Damn, a bowl of noodles used to be only six yuan, and now you sell it for fifty."
The shop owner snorted coldly and said with an equally bad look, "Damn it, kid! Are you saying I'm blackmailing you? Six dollars? That's the price of two months' wages. Go out and take a look. You can't even get a fresh vegetable for six dollars now."
"Damn, with six dollars I have to buy at least a pound of vegetables!" Yu Sheng said speechlessly.
Seeing that Yu Sheng, this young man, didn't know much about prices, the shop owner said disdainfully, "Boy, you just came back from another place. Two months ago, the prices were indeed six yuan. I have been doing business for decades and this is the first time I have encountered such a thing. Just two months ago, I don't know what happened? The prices of things around me were rising like crazy. Now this noodle is fifty yuan, and I only made five yuan from you. You should be content! Where can you get fifty yuan noodles these days?"
"I..." After paying the money, Yu Sheng was completely speechless.
What the boss said seemed to be true. He left the noodle shop and walked to the roadside to buy a hand-pulled pancake, which cost him 70 yuan.
Touching his nose, Yu Sheng asked: "System, is the Chinese currency going to collapse? Damn, prices are rising so fast."
The system explained speechlessly: "It's too early to collapse! Don't you think you are making a fuss? Didn't I tell you? This is a social sequelae that may arise from resource collection, but it will disappear soon. After all, you only spent a few hundred billion, and if it spreads to the Fog City, each person won't get much."
"What do you mean?" Yu Sheng was a little surprised and asked in confusion.
The system then explained: "The resource used by the system is called purchasing power. You can think of it as a kind of spiritual energy. This energy does not come out of thin air, but is collected from people. People who have a unified understanding of currency and tacitly accept the purchasing power of currency. When resources are converted, their power will converge, and money will disappear. It will be fed back to the people who support this resource conversion in the form of a sudden increase in wealth in a short period of time. This is the rule."
"In other words? It's actually harmless to them." Yu Sheng said after thinking for a while.
The system disagreed and said, "Generally speaking, it is harmless. But in fact, it is harmful, because prices are easy to rise but difficult to fall. And if too much purchasing power is provided, it is actually harmful to the body. You may go crazy. You can understand this power as a weakened power of faith, but it is much easier to obtain than the power of faith. Because as long as you recognize money and its purchasing power, you can be a suitable provider when converting resources."
"Then this is only regional!" Yu Sheng said with a sigh of relief.
However, the system said, "That's not the case. Because my power was damaged, I tried to reduce the number of providers. Otherwise, if all people who recognized Huaxia currency had to bear these hundreds of billions, the price would not actually increase much. At most, it would be a dime."
"..." Yu Sheng's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly: "Then when will this local surge phenomenon not occur?"
System: "At least the ears must be repaired. If you use rice yuan, then at least after I repair my ears, you must also repair one-third of my jade token. Only then can it be converted globally and the sequelae of the purchasing power of this currency be spread to everyone on the planet. That would be fair. As for now, just think of these people as unlucky. Or I will give them some compensation when I convert them later."
"Is that so?" Yu Sheng nodded, not quite understanding, and said, "Then why can't commodities like gold be converted? Logically speaking, they are also currencies."
The system explained: "It can be converted, but their audience is relatively small. Let me tell you this, even spirit stones can be converted into currency, but you cannot convert spirit stones with the same currency. Because the additional purchasing power of spirit stones does not have a large audience, if forced to convert, it will not get too much purchasing power, and it may make everyone who uses spirit stones as a payment condition crazy. Or simply lose confidence in this currency and no longer use it as a settlement currency. The defects of digital currency and paper currency in this regard are much smaller, because their own value is lower than the value of the injected purchasing power. Not only will it not cause losses to the host, in fact, using it itself is already a kind of 'profit'! According to the system rules, if there is a formal currency system, commodity settlement is not allowed. Because that would destroy a planet."
"Oh!" Yu Sheng nodded as if he 'understood', and said, "Let's go get the 'Dragon Root'!"
(End of this chapter)