Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 103 Fengdu Luoshan

"Alright, I’ll keep that in mind and go back to check." Ma Hongtu was eager to get things done and establish relationships. The information given by the other party was not precise, so he had to hurry back and ask his brothers for help.

The yin wind howled; he came leisurely but left in a rush.

Bai Yunqi transformed into a giant snake tail and coiled it on the ground, lazily tapping the ground with his tail tip and squinting, calculating in his heart. Indeed, the Paper Molding Technique was well learned, and even the Yin Messengers were so eager to help when they saw money.

Just that the Paper Molding Technique level of the Venerable Family was not high enough; they had to wait a bit longer and then trick him into taking a trip to the Netherworld, hehe...

Wan Mingchuan, on the other hand, was anxious and restless, pacing around, unable to express his gratitude to his master, but secretly decided to go through mountains of blades and seas of fire to repay his master’s kindness!

Jiang Yuan headed straight to the statue where Ding Zhuzi was hiding, and the system immediately popped up with a detailed analysis.

[Ghost Cultivator Statue: Level One Guardian Magical Artifact, gifted by the fallen Ghost Cultivator Fang Tong to the believers... The remaining energy inside the artifact has been absorbed entirely by the Ghost Cultivator Ding Zhuzi...]

Earlier, Ma Hongtu explained very clearly. In summary, these cultivators pretending to be deities crafted temporary magical artifacts, equivalent to a power bank given to followers. Charging it with 10% energy could provide a small protective light shield for a certain period; charging 20% would extend the time, expand the range, and enhance the protection.

Of course, the limit of the power bank depends on the level of the cultivator and the crafting technique.

Generally speaking, Cultivation Technique ＞ Temporary magical artifacts crafted with Magical Artifacts and Treasures.

Moreover, since this thing counts as energy storage equipment, even if the cultivator falls and can no longer charge, it can still function as long as the energy is not fully depleted.

The system details make it clear too: after the ghost cultivator’s death, the three major surnames conducted a ritual but couldn’t connect with anyone to recharge it, relying only on the remaining energy to barely support it.

But after some other players entered with weapons of relatively strong attack power, they broke the "power bank" that had lost its original owner’s protection, causing it to fail to release energy to uphold the protective shield. However, some residual energy inside was absorbed by the statue transformed into a fierce ghost, greatly increasing its strength.

In other words, if the system could activate the believers’ feature, I should also need to craft a similar "power bank" to collect "protection fees" from believers.

Yin Messenger Ma Hongtu was somewhat lazy and arrived late to work. All the yin souls were eaten by the newly born ghost cultivator, but it didn’t matter as he just had to report to his superior; ghost cultivators weren’t under his jurisdiction.

And after work, he zipped by quickly; many wandering ghosts and wild spirits on Yellow Springs Road only saw a black shadow mixed with yin wind rushing by, all avoiding it.

"Brother Hou! Brother Hou, this is a matter of utmost urgency, quick, quick, quick, help a brother out!" He shouted, rushing into the brightly lit wooden tower, pinpointing his good brother’s room in the densely packed small compartments, and pulling out a gold ingot from his bosom to hand over.

The other was meditating and cultivating.

As an acting Yin Messenger wanting to turn formal after getting through the chaotic period of ghosts close and gods far, beyond performance and connections, personal strength was also a major influence.

Thus, many acting Yin Messengers tried every way to cultivate and enhance their strength in their spare time. But due to their low status and lack of channels to obtain a large amount of resources, they could only endure hard cultivation.

"You and your shouting at the slightest issue, charging around recklessly, how does that fit the status?" Hou Zongchen exhaled a turbid breath, opened his eyes slowly, ready to continue lecturing, but was drawn by the gold ingot before him.

His drooping triangular eyes suddenly widened, "You got lucky, where did you get such high-quality money?"

The Netherworld also has ranks, and among their tier, what is most used comes from the Human World, burned-paper money carrying Telekinesis Law.

But paper money seems simple and has many terms and conditions to take effect in the Netherworld after burning. Without mana to support, it consumes a large amount of one’s Yang Energy, even Yin Virtue, or lifespan before taking effect. Commonly known as, short of mana, use health to trade.

What’s more, the inheritance of the Paper Maker’s Cultivation Technique is mostly lost, currently with about ninety percent of the shapes broken and insufficient quality, not qualifying as currency, mostly scattered on Broken Money Mountain.

Even if burned it becomes usable, it is mostly transformed into copper coins or silver ingots, so such a golden gold ingot is rare.

"Help me find a ghost!" Ma Hongtu stuffed it into his hands, lowering his voice, "If we can find the old man and worship him, we brothers will get rich! No need to work hard meditating and cultivating like this; with money, we can act like those with connections and backgrounds, and buy Elixirs to consume!"

Hou Zongchen touched the heavy gold, his voice slightly trembling, "You’re giving so much money, wouldn’t that mean... asking us to go to Hell and fish out ghosts? That’s no good job!"

"Where the old ghost is, no idea yet. Brother, can you help? With a way to make money, I can’t forget Brother Hou. Many thanks to your introduction, I got to wear this Official Hat; let’s go, let’s go, we’ll talk on the way..."

Ma Hongtu pulled him out from the cramped attic, explaining the details along the way.

"Riverfront Village... ah, now I remember! Those few days, there were people burned to death, beaten to death, even eaten alive!" Hou Zongchen recalled with his reminder, "I was wondering why you remembered me for good things, turns out those days you found it tiring and asked me to capture souls for you, are you thinking of me now because you can’t find the old ghost?"

The other party just chuckled continuously.

In fact, when the little cultivator mentioned the old man’s death timing, Ma Hongtu already had an impression.

Nowadays the world is tumultuous, human lives are like grass, Yin Messengers are very busy, and he specifically bribed his superior to choose an area with fewer people to manage, thinking to save some energy, unexpectedly the area near Riverfront Village is thin in population but not in events.

That night, he had to receive several freshly burned dead souls; Ma Hongtu felt a bit lazy, begged Brother Hou to cover him for two days. Coincidentally, the ghost soul the little cultivator wants to find is likely one received by Brother Hou!

If he has no impression and can’t find it, they would need to find a way to search in the Wilderness World.

"Follow me then, those people were burned beyond recognition, and just then Luoshan’s third layer needed labor, so I sent them straight over." Hou Zongchen led the way ahead, considering the weight of the gold, "If we can’t find them there, we’ll have to check the record book; that will cost quite a bit."

Fengdu Luoshan towers two thousand and six hundred miles high, with an inner world beneath.

They went through several brightly lit bridges packed with ghost shadows bustling around; the deeper they went, the fewer ghosts appeared, and the more intense the Yin Fiend energy grew.

Red and white lanterns fluttered in the yin wind; as they walked through winding caves, the sound of whipping and ghostly wailing occasionally reached their ears, even Ma Hongtu couldn’t help but shudder.

"Being burnt to death, their souls carry fire poison, so this area prefers burnt ghosts for hard labor." Hou Zongchen acted as Yin Messenger for longer, and being more straightforward, he went to places other Yin Messengers wouldn’t dare visit more.

Ma Hongtu came to this deep part under Luoshan for the first time, stretching his neck to look into where ghost shadows clustered, "What are they digging for?"