Chapter 125 Type 2

The Thunderfire Tyrant was also very valuable. This land-dwelling dragon was a treasure from head to toe. Its single horn, the dragon scales covering its body, its claws and fangs, bones, and so on—just these were worth 190,000 gold shields.

Especially the blood in its body; it was not only a natural cultivation potion but also an aphrodisiac.

Speaking of aphrodisiacs, one had to mention the Thunderfire Tyrant's dragon penis. This item also fetched a sky-high price on the market. Although it was worthless to magic-energy professionals, every magic material shop offered a staggering 150,000 gold shields for it!

As for the Thunderfire Tyrant's magic crystal, the current market price was around 100,000 gold shields, but since Li Mochen planned to use it himself, it couldn't be counted.

By the time their Varangian armored off-road vehicle left the scene, it carried not only a full set of dragon scales, horns, claws, and fangs but also a full two tons of Thunderfire Tyrant meat and five large barrels totaling 2,500 liters of dragon blood.

Unfortunately, because Li Mochen had shot through the Thunderfire Tyrant's heart, their harvest would have been even greater otherwise.

Then, on the way back, Eliza and the other two kept turning to look at Li Mochen, looking as if they wanted to say something but held back.

"Stop looking. My marksmanship can't compare to Eliza's. This time was just a special case; I used some secret techniques."

Li Mochen knew what they were thinking. While massaging the dragon vein on his knee, which had drunk too much dragon blood, he said with a faint smile: "The cost of these secret techniques is high. Unless there are special circumstances, I don't plan to use them for a month or two."

Li Mochen wasn't lying. He had just taken a moment to check the 'Divine Xiao Luck Purple Gold Pagoda.' The merit energy coiled inside had been depleted by a full third, which pained him considerably.

Therefore, unless necessary, he would never actively provoke powerful dark creatures of the Thunderfire Tyrant's level again.

In the short term, he wouldn't use a sniper rifle either. Without reaching a certain level of sniping skill, it was bad for one's karma.

The three inside the car breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. The feeling of being superfluous was very uncomfortable.

They thought that since it was a secret technique with great consumption, it was still acceptable. On reflection, it also made sense.

A sixteen-year-old level-five magic-energy professional capable of sniping a level-fourteen Thunderfire Tyrant—that fact itself was too exaggerated.

If Li Mochen could do such a thing casually, it would truly make them despair.

An hour later, the off-road vehicle returned safely to Ghost City. This time, they again sold at the Targaryen Magic Materials Shop. Everything collected from the Thunderfire Tyrant sold for a total of 420,000 gold shields.

This time, Eliza and the other two were too embarrassed to ask for a share. They each just took some dragon blood and meat, plus 2,000 gold shields as compensation for their trouble.

Li Mochen spent a considerable sum at the materials shop, buying many things.

Part of it was for concocting potions. Although basic potion materials weren't worth much, the quantity was large, so the amount was significant.

Li Mochen had only learned in the past month that after entering the top 64 in the NHSAA's comprehensive cold weapon combat event, participants had to undergo potion and stimulant testing.

To facilitate potion testing, the event committee had standardized the ingredients of various cultivation potions.

Any other ingredients found in a participant's body could be deemed cheating by the event committee.

The potions Li Mochen had brewed before contained some non-standard components. After all, they came from recipes a hundred or two hundred years old, and their ingredients differed from modern potions.

Fortunately, the situation wasn't serious. Li Mochen had specifically gone to the Nathan Sports Laboratory for testing. Some of his indicators were indeed abnormal, but not to the point of violating rules. However, he needed to be careful from now on and comply with NHSAA standards.

Li Mochen also purchased some intermediate potion materials, planning to try advancing to that stage.

He wondered if he could brew some mid-to-high-level potions for Qi Tai and the others. If successful, it would save a lot of money.

Li Mochen also wanted to conduct some experiments, using the medicinal properties of these materials to develop his own formulas, trying to replicate the highly effective elixirs from the Primordial Dome Realm in this world—this was very difficult and would require a lot of time for repeated trials, so Li Mochen didn't hold out much hope.

Another part of the purchased materials was for making magical artifacts and condensing external alchemy, so they were also expensive.

Common sense in this world: materials for magical artifacts were far more expensive than potion materials. The latter were everywhere in the dark world and undeveloped continents, requiring no cultivation. But materials for artifacts were hard to collect and more dangerous. So just this part cost Li Mochen about 60,000 gold shields.

However, when Li Mochen took the check to the neighboring Star Flag Bank, his deposit balance still rose to 1,540,000 gold shields.

Looking at these numbers on his passbook, Li Mochen still shook his head and sighed again.

His rate of earning money was already quite remarkable among magic-energy professionals who hunted demons for a living in the dark world. In just two days, he had earned nearly 600,000 gold shields.

But he knew that a week like this was by no means normal. First, he didn't have that much merit energy to use for hunting giant beasts; second, valuable dark creature populations like the Black Blood Goat weren't encountered casually.

Normal income over two and a half days should be between 80,000 and 120,000 gold shields.

But this earning speed was really slow! How could it compare to the big companies and families in Atlanta, which easily made hundreds of millions or billions of gold shields?

Li Mochen missed the days when he was the Sovereign of Divine Xiao, leading the world's spiritual commerce and sitting back to share the spoils. Back then, even if he did nothing, he could earn a fortune daily, with rare treasures flowing into his pocket like water.

Hunting magical creatures—this still had good prospects. If in the future his cultivation reached level 17 or 18, and he could hunt creatures of level 25 or 26, or even legendary ones, he could easily earn one or two hundred million.

But when would that be? Eight years? Ten years?

If he wanted to use this method to quickly restore his Mahayana-level cultivation within ten years and heal the injuries in his primordial spirit, it would be like talking in one's sleep.

As for the Rising Sun Company, Li Mochen couldn't count on it for now. In a year or two, it wouldn't provide him with funds; instead, it would be a money-guzzling beast.

If Li Mochen planned to realize his ambition and spread Rising Sun's comprehensive stores to all major cities on the entire East Coast of America in the shortest possible time, making his business empire unshakable, then the company's own few million in funds were far from enough.

Therefore, he had to find other ways to open up financial resources.

Could a funding gap of tens of millions of gold shields be filled entirely by hunting?

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Back at the Unicorn Apartment, Li Mochen specifically instructed Qi Tai to ask for two days off from school tomorrow on the grounds that his 'mental trauma' had not yet fully healed. Then Li Mochen went into the alchemy lab and laid out all the materials he had brought back.

The first thing he set out to refine was, naturally, the 'External Alchemy' Type 2.

Compared to the first time, Li Mochen's alchemy techniques were now much more skilled. Mainly, he had a deeper understanding of the crucible furnace and the magic array in the alchemy lab, and was more familiar with their performance.

Following his earlier plan, Li Mochen focused on enhancing the new external alchemy's lightning attribute. His luck was quite good this time; at the Targaryen Magic Materials Shop, he happened to come across a level-14 Thunder Horn Hippogriff's magic crystal. This was a pure lightning-type magical creature, and the crystal had been removed from the living body no more than an hour ago.

But merging two magic crystals of completely different origins was no simple task.

Li Mochen spent a full seventeen hours in the alchemy lab, drinking a kilogram of Tyrant dragon blood to keep himself in a state of Heavenly Heart Illumination throughout, before he finally shaped this external alchemy pill.

It possessed the four attributes of 'thunder,' 'fire,' 'earth,' and 'wood,' and its level was stabilized at 13.

What was especially gratifying was that around the purple-gold pill body, not only were faint traces of electric light visible, but on the pill's surface, over a dozen thunder runes had formed.

Once the pill was refined, Li Mochen eagerly went to the spell practice room. He first cast a few spells there, then used his hand to channel true qi, drawing the true essence extracted from the external alchemy into the sword body. At the tip of the sword, a white, sharp aura emerged, flickering in and out.

Without a doubt, this was already an extra-legal level external alchemy.

In this world, the so-called 'extra-legal level' meant that when casting magic, one could channel the magic energy of heaven and earth into it, greatly reducing one's own burden and increasing magical power. For melee professionals, it meant condensing qi into solid form and releasing source force externally.

Two hundred years ago, magic-energy professionals in America believed that upon reaching this level, one initially had the ability to contend with the law.

This was actually similar to the concept of 'Xiantian realm' in cultivation. It was just that Eastern cultivators were more targeted in their practice and could reach this realm two levels earlier. However, correspondingly, at the Xiantian realm, their ability to channel the primordial spirit of heaven and earth or condense qi into solid form was very weak, almost nonexistent, offering little boost in combat power.