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The excitement was palpable among the crowd, even the Administrator of the casino was no exception. Their eyes were bloodshot as they stared ahead, contemplating where to acquire those rumored treasures.
Just because they had nothing in hand didn’t mean others did. The entire Gathering Place was filled with Survivors, and there were plenty of Rich Tycoons from the Post-Apocalypse. Surely, they would bring something with them when they left home.
Ancient weapons could still be used; during times when firearms were unavailable, those relics from the Post-Apocalypse were invaluable.
This was an opportunity—one that needed to be seized while others remained oblivious. It was crucial to gather resources for oneself.
There was no time for hesitation; everyone scattered like birds and beasts. However, many in the casino did not leave; instead, they hovered around Zheng Yifan, glancing back and forth.
“Speak up if there’s something going on. Is there a treasure? If so, I’ll pay a high price,” Zheng Yifan stood there, clearly displaying the demeanor of someone with more money than sense.
This was a golden opportunity. The so-called ancient items were remnants from the First Vitality Era, many of which possessed miraculous properties. Now, Zheng Yifan was on the verge of exchanging his skills.
However, he wasn’t particularly eager to trade because the consumption of Zombie Crystal s at the Hope Gathering Place was too rapid.
Once converted, Zombie Crystal s would be immediately utilized and then fervently sought after.
Currently, most of Zheng Yifan’s Zombie Crystal s had been handed over, and he needed to accumulate more slowly. He sensed that the items he could exchange with the Yellow Emperor Tribe were gradually dwindling.
The technologies left behind from the First Vitality Era were already the essence of what remained; true techniques and core domains still required their own research.
The technology left by the Yellow Emperor Tribe merely provided them a way to get started.
Everything was in motion as Zheng Yifan decided to follow these people for a stroll. After all, they wouldn’t set off until tomorrow afternoon, heading directly to the transit station—Deep City.
There, they needed to clear out some Zombies, ideally establishing a qualified port city before continuing southward.
The cities along the way had all temporarily given up on conquest, leaving it to the Explorer Alliance to handle. Zheng Yifan only needed to reach his destination directly.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan was in a massive trading center, which also served as a container rental hub. Most teams or powerful individuals would rent containers here to store their loot.
Zheng Yifan followed them, checking each container for what he needed.
Unfortunately, after looking through four or five containers, he found nothing of value—mostly items from hundreds of years ago. In the Post-Apocalypse, they might have been worth something, but now they were just antiques with little combat value.
In fact, many valuable bronze artifacts had not been brought back by those who had ventured out; they were regretting it now.
The largest items were the tripods.
The tripods were too big; even if someone wanted to take them, they couldn't. Among the crowd, those who knew more were actually aware of ancient ruins, which held many unsolved mysteries.
Now, the person Zheng Yifan was speaking with was a man in his forties wearing glasses. He looked like he was just getting by in life, his clothes dirty as if he had been working as a porter at the Wilderness Gathering Place.
Such jobs were common at the Wilderness Gathering Place; the pay was decent enough to support oneself, but getting rich was out of the question.
Porters made most of their profits by reselling goods on the side, usually earning a small markup. This practice was allowed by the Gathering Place.
The items he currently had on hand were actually scraps that others had brought over during their freight deliveries and sold to him cheaply.
It was also a way to build relationships. At that time, they were merely treated as antiques for him.
In the Post-Apocalypse, they might have been valuable, but now they were not worth much. This fellow still managed to do quite a bit of business and seemed relatively well-off.
His container was organized and tidy, indicating that he might have some obsessive-compulsive tendencies; however, he himself was quite dirty. It seemed contradictory.
"Sir, I have nothing to offer you, please forgive me. I'll get something for you right away." The man smiled as he invited Zheng Yifan to sit down on a sofa, then watched as this Fellow began digging a hole on the ground.
Yes! That's right. This Fellow was indeed digging.
It seemed he had hidden away all the good stuff. If it could be sold, Zheng Yifan would buy it; if it wasn't worth anything, he could just leave it here openly without fear of theft.
You see, to steal something from the Hope Gathering Place, one would have to give up their identity and even risk being wanted. The cost of stealing something useless simply wasn't worth it.
Yet he always felt that there was something strange about the items he had collected, which was why he hid them away.
And now, this Fellow was slowly unearthing a furnace with a diameter of about thirty centimeters.
The Xuande Furnace!
This item was worth a fortune in the Post-Apocalypse. Many recognized this treasure, and there were plenty of replicas.
However, the current Xuande Furnace looked as if it had a copper hue mixed with a golden sheen.
This was truly a valuable item; its authenticity could be discerned at a glance. The ancient and elegant Xuande Furnace was carefully wrapped in foam, but what truly attracted Zheng Yifan's attention was what lay inside the furnace.
It was a dagger—a dagger that radiated sharpness, now shimmering with points of starlight.
A strong surge of Vital Energy was continuously fluctuating, gathering above it. It was enduring and persistent.
A vast amount of Vital Energy flowed into it and then condensed, but soon it began to dissipate.
This was not stable power at all.
Zheng Yifan was still feeling a lingering fear; this was truly a troublesome situation. All along, he had believed that the Primordial Pearl was buried underground.
However, it seemed that this was indeed a Primordial Pearl, an unknown-function Primordial Pearl. The power above appeared to be gathering Vital Energy, but all that Vital Energy was being wasted by the dagger.
The power flowed into the dagger, bringing with it immense strength. This dagger possessed enough power to instantly kill an enemy.
In Zheng Yifan's assessment, the cutting force could slice through the body of a Fifth-Stage Zombie. That was already quite formidable. It meant that even an ordinary person could inflict damage. Of course, that was assuming he could actually strike the Fifth-Stage Zombie.
“What is this?” Zheng Yifan pondered aloud.
The man across from him replied, “This is Madam Xu's Dagger, a legendary weapon from Jin Ke's Dagger. However, when I acquired it, it had no peculiar functions at all; it was difficult to even cut through a copper wire. But when the apocalypse began, I found this thing to be very useful. In the early days of the apocalypse, it was my Old Buddy.”
“Haha! What a waste of resources; wasting a Primordial Pearl just to make a dagger. When Jin Ke's Dagger was around, Qin Shi Huang wasn't even dead,” Zheng Yifan scoffed.
But then he proceeded to give an offer.
“0 million New Hope Currency.” (To be continued.)
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