“The War Mount Summon isn’t worth that much. I can only trade it for 5 units of Dense Soil at most,” Bai Qiu said.
He then explained to everyone the value ratios between E–C-grade equipment.
After listening, everyone finally understood.
But in their hearts, their respect for Bai Qiu only grew.
To be honest, if Bai Qiu had quietly completed the deal, then even if Huang Qi realized the value of the Dense Soil later, he still wouldn’t have been able to ask for it back.
Not to mention that if they fought, Huang Qi would lose three-seven (meaning: die seven times in three minutes).
And a trade is always based on mutual consent—if you regret it afterwards, you can’t win an argument against Bai Qiu anyway.
But Bai Qiu didn’t choose to do that.
Instead, he patiently explained the value scaling between item grades.
What kind of man is this!?
War Mount Summon (D-grade)
Description: Consumes mana to summon four Dragonfang Cavalry Skeletons (Elite-grade) to fight for you, lasting 100 minutes.
Summoned cavalry scale with the level of the skill user, cannot exceed level 40.
Skill cooldown: 6 hours.
At first glance, War Mount Summon can summon four Dragonfang Cavalry Skeletons at once, but they are all time-limited.
And once this skill surpasses level 40, its value begins to diminish.
Compared to Skeleton Summon—which summons ten permanent units with no growth cap—it’s simply far, far inferior.
“Then what do we do, Brother Bai? I have all this Dense Soil but nowhere to use it! Don’t you have something else hidden away? Something like gear you don’t need!” Huang Qi shouted.
After hearing the explanation, he wanted even more to trade with Bai Qiu.
After all, this man was basically a righteous deity—trading with him might not make you rich, but you’d never get ripped off!
If it were anyone else, he’d probably get tricked out of even his underwear!
Bai Qiu’s expression turned strange.
He didn’t understand why this guy insisted on selling his Dense Soil, but seeing how bizarre Huang Qi was, he decided to pull out the two summoning cards he hadn’t shown yet—and the Sword of Hatred.
The Sword of Hatred was a taunt weapon Bai Qiu used early on, but after the incident where he almost got killed seven times in one night, he no longer dared to use it.
Since Huang Qi was this weird, he might as well let him take a look.
Upon seeing the Sword of Hatred, Huang Qi gulped.
It looked cool—he wanted it—but after reading its attributes, that desire vanished instantly.
What a joke.
Taunting everything within a ten-kilometer radius?
He still remembered how Bai Qiu had been chased back to the safe zone by a Lord-grade monster at dawn yesterday.
With his strength, how could he ever dare use this sword?
But when he saw the summoning cards, Huang Qi’s eyes lit up.
He immediately grabbed one and said:
“I’ll take this one, Brother Bai! I’ll trade 98 units of Dense Soil plus Sanctum Coins for this summoning card and the War Mount Summon skill!”
Bai Qiu was stunned.
Wait, you’re actually buying the thing I just showed for display?!
He said seriously, “Make sure you understand—this single-use summon card will prioritize killing its holder! And a monster with +200% to all stats—even I can’t beat it. If you use it, you’ll die for sure!”
Unexpectedly, Huang Qi burst into laughter.
“That’s exactly what I want! If someone pushes me to the brink one day, I’ll use this thing to take myself out first—and drag someone down with me! This is great stuff!”
Bai Qiu raised an eyebrow.
Brother, that’s a dangerous way of thinking…
But he still agreed to the trade.
After all, Huang Qi wasn’t wrong—this skill could be considered a strategic nuclear weapon in the early, mid, or even late stages.
With this thing in hand, anyone who wanted to kill him would first have to consider whether they could escape from under the nose of a berserk super–Lord-tier monster.
Huang Qi triumphantly took the War Mount Summon and the one-time Cavalry Monarch Summon Card, then posted their info into the party chat.
Zhao Daqiang’s expression twisted.
This kid really bought it? He’s literally carrying a nuclear bomb around… he’s insane!
Ning Xingxue’s face turned dark.
Huang Qi’s one-time summon card was indeed terrifying—worse, it was the upgraded version of her Dragonfang Cavalry Skeletons: the Cavalry Monarch.
Watching him wink smugly at her like an obnoxious brat made her furious.
He was basically sticking his neck out in front of her—but she didn’t dare chop it!
The most absurd part of this summon card was:
instant summon, zero cost.
If the holder was cornered and used this card, then killed themselves before the boss could, the enraged boss would rampage freely, slaughtering everything alive around it.
You won’t let me live? Fine—then no one lives!
That was the essence of this card.
But Bai Qiu himself had completely overlooked this point.
He originally thought these two summon cards were so useless that no one would want them even for free.
He really underestimated the upper limits of human creativity—and the lower limits of human morality!
That’s the charm of merchandise: what you consider trash might be someone else’s treasure.
Bai Qiu had nothing to say about that.
Huang Qi didn’t have enough Sanctum Coins, so he borrowed 10,000 from Bai Qiu on credit, giving him 99 units of Dense Soil plus 5,000 Sanctum Coins.
With the War Mount Summon skill, his farming efficiency would skyrocket.
He wouldn’t even need his underlings to hand in coins anymore—he could farm them himself!
Suddenly, Huang Qi’s eyes lit up.
He looked at Bai Qiu’s Sword of Hatred and said:
“Brother Bai, how about renting me that sword later? 100 Sanctum Coins per day!”
“This… sure, but be careful. That thing is dangerous,” Bai Qiu said.
He couldn’t keep up with Huang Qi’s thought process, but he still agreed and kindly warned him.
After reading the Sword of Hatred’s stats, Ning Xingxue furrowed her brows for a long moment before reacting.
She hurriedly said:
“Rent it to me too! Two hundred a day!”
“I’ll pay three hundred!”
“Four hundred!”
“Five hundred!”
“…Huh?” Bai Qiu looked utterly baffled.
What’s wrong with these two? Are they braver than me?
He suddenly felt that his F– luck stat wasn’t actually that bad.
His drops weren’t useless—they just didn’t suit him.
Zhao Daqiang didn’t expect them to start competing even over this.
He didn’t want to waste any more time.
He handed over 90 units of Dense Soil to Bai Qiu, keeping ten for himself, and requested that Bai Qiu deliver one-third of the goods now, with the rest to be completed within half a month.
He had zero worry that Bai Qiu would run away with the resources.
If Bai Qiu really wanted to, he could go rogue at any time—no need to waste time scamming them.
After a short moment of thought, Bai Qiu agreed to his proposal.
— The end of the Chapter–
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