Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 44 Master, let me do it

Walking and observing, the over thousand-meter-long street was lined with shops, each with its own unique features. Jiang Yuan, worried about being too conspicuous and attracting attention, mostly stood on the cobblestone path, blending into the shadowy image of the dreamy night, silently observing.

Almost all shops had several items that required Spirit Stones for purchase, but 95% of the transactions were still primarily in Gold Coins. The prices were slightly expensive, but for someone like him, who could make money by reselling big Cherries, it was acceptable.

In the Cyan Fish Mountain Market, there were no cultivator-exclusive stores, so items like Elixirs, Weapons and Magical Treasures, and Talismans could only be found at auction houses. The only other option was the "Black Market" on a small patch of open ground in the northwest corner of the market.

Due to the lack of storefront visibility, all the vendors and wanderers in the Black Market were just black shadows. The buyers and sellers didn’t know each other’s identities and only discussed prices. Once the deal was made, there was no place for complaints if cheated—it was all about trading based on one’s experience.

Upon first entering the market, the always cautious Jiang Yuan didn’t dare get too close, only taking a few distant glances and from the system’s hints, it was clear that the Black Market was indeed shady, with deceit and trickery being the majority.

He bought some bowls, chopsticks, cups, and plates from a general merchandise store, and after some thought, also bought a large wooden tub for bathing, as well as bedding, and cleaning items like Qing Salt, giving him the fresh impression of needing to furnish everything upon arriving in a new city without luggage.

Previously, being alone, he could log out of the game at any time for personal hygiene, meals, and rest—such things were unnecessary. But now that he had taken on a disciple and planned to stay at Shuiyun Lake, he had to consider everything comprehensively and at least make the place resemble a home.

After wandering the market, the sky gradually brightened.

The black shadows on the cobblestone street dwindled, and each shop began to close up and extinguish their lanterns. frёewebηovel.cѳm

At 5:50 AM, the Cyan Fish Mountain Market fell completely silent following the closing bell. The earlier sounds of toasting drinks, haggling arguments, whispers, and the loud cries of soliciting customers disappeared, and the whole street lay in a dead silence under a light white mist.

Jiang Yuan stood in his shop, looking at the eerily empty street, feeling that the Floating Market was like the rabbit hole in the story of Alice in Wonderland, leading him to the higher-level strange world of the wilderness game.

The buildings were mostly of oriental architectural style, fused with wild or bizarre details and vibrant colors, resembling a magical and dreamlike world.

[Wilderness Ascension at the Break of Dawn]

At six o’clock sharp, when the system gave the tip, the mist outside the shop became so dense it was nearly tangible. Looking out, he saw nothing but the white fog.

He wanted to open the door and go out, but was reminded that during the day, the Cyan Fish Mountain Market was closed and inaccessible.

Jiang Yuan had to quell his curiosity and stay within his shop. Without any orders and nothing suitable for the shelves, the only thing for research was the window display spot.

He casually took out a piece of Spirit Stone ore from his Storage Bag and placed it in the empty product spot in the display. Immediately, a halo enveloped it, and a price tag automatically appeared below— a large piece of ore could be sold for two Spirit Stones.

After all, refining it requires some effort, and there has to be some profit margin for the buyer in the transaction, or else who would bother without any gain?

However, the Storage Bag from the Flame Rat leader was much pricier, with a price tag soaring up to a high price of six thousand nine hundred Spirit Stones. Although Jiang Yuan hadn’t attended the auction to gain some insight, among all the priced-for-sale items in the market, none could surpass the Storage Bag, showing that, at least in the Cyan Fish Mountain Market, Storage Bags were indeed expensive cultivator-exclusive items.

He directly removed all the goods.

The current task was to build a Melting Workshop, and by then he could process the ores himself without middlemen reaping profits, making it unnecessary to sell at the general store;

As for the Storage Bag, selling it was easy; buying one of similar quality would require luck at the auction, and the price might be even higher. Since he wasn’t in urgent need of Spirit Stones, it was better to wait. Wan Mingchuan was an excellent disciple, and as his master, he had to give a presentable gift.

Jiang Yuan then grabbed about a pound of big Cherries to sell, and they could only fetch 5 Gold Coins; Mulberries were slightly more expensive, fetching 8 Gold Coins per pound. Without a second thought, it made more sense to resell them in the real world for big profits, then recharge into the game to spend.

To make money in the game, one definitely had to sell cultivator-exclusive items like Elixirs and Weapons.

"Tomorrow the big Strawberries will ripen for picking. I can’t just be lost in the game; I also need to hurry into the real world to finalize the company registration matters. Otherwise, without enough money to recharge, it won’t be easy to get by in the game." Jiang Yuan returned to the courtyard and set the Floating Market permission to disallow Wan Mingchuan’s entry, then climbed up a tree to pick the Cherries from two trees, subsequently taking things out of his Storage Bag to organize them.

When he started drawing water from the well to water the strawberry field, Wan Mingchuan finally woke up, got out of bed, and ran over, "Master, let me do it!"

Taking the large iron water pot to water the strawberries, he scratched his head and embarrassedly explained, "It’s been so long since I’ve had such a peaceful sleep, and I overslept. I’m really sorry, Master. From now on, I’ll make sure to get up early to clean and tidy the courtyard!"

Wan Mingchuan was telling the truth; after all, the closer they were to the divine statue, the safer it was. People like them, assimilated refugees, were not entitled to build houses in safer areas of the village and could only live on the outskirts, which were barely safer than the farmlands.

As a child, he naively thought that living in the village meant absolute safety, but as he grew older, he learned from his grandfather that there were levels among people. The large clans, with their priestly identities, were like emperors of the village, with even the village chief having to serve them.

Allowed joining refugees were just replenishing consumable slaves for them from time to time, farming the worst fields and paying the highest grain, and facing the brunt of threats from the wilderness, giving the large clans enough time to appeal to the Guardian God Statue for more protection, with the consumable items being the ample supplies offered by ordinary villagers.

His grandfather was a good hunter and also a refugee, understanding the brutality of the wilderness and the power of the Guardian God Statue best. Thus, in those early years, his grandfather was always on guard at night, fearing the wild demon beasts would rush in.

As he grew up, Wan Mingchuan took shifts "night watch" with his grandfather, ensuring that each night one of them would keep one eye open even while sleeping. Thanks to this longstanding vigilance, on the night the Rat Demon invaded the village, he was able to discover it quickly and sound the alarm, preventing the Rat Demon from capturing everyone in one fell swoop.

If he hadn’t gone back to help those trapped and resisted, he wouldn’t have been captured; if his grandfather hadn’t met Simple-minded in the mountain forest when he escaped, the grandfather and grandson wouldn’t have been separated by life and death.

Having fallen into a deep valley and then surviving against the odds, Wan Mingchuan greatly admired his master and was amazed at the strength of the courtyard’s protective shield, making him feel utterly secure. Therefore, when he was exhausted from cultivating and meditating and fell asleep, he felt no worry at all, enjoying the first thoroughly restful sleep in years.