Selling the Gale Magic Wolf hide went smoothly.
This Soul Beast was quite notorious, though not for good reasons.
Its fur, soft yet resilient, was excellent material for crafting inner armor and highly favored by Soul Masters in hunting parties.
“A hundred-year Gale Magic Wolf hide sold for two hundred Gold Soul Coins, while a ten-year hide only fetched ten Gold Coins.
It really isn’t worth much,” Russell grumbled.
However, he understood that a team of three or four one-ring Soul Masters could handle a ten-year Soul Beast, so this price was normal.
‘If only Copper Coins could be synthesized into Silver Coins, I wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble…’ Russell paused in his steps.
After the Synthesizer upgraded, he hadn’t tried synthesizing Copper Soul Coins yet.
He placed a Copper Soul Coin into the Synthesizer.
A flash of white light later, a brand-new, larger Copper Soul Coin appeared.
“Still not working, huh?
Well, that makes sense.
The exchange rate between Copper and Silver Coins is one to a hundred.
Even though I don’t understand the Synthesizer’s principles, with such a large gap in value, it would be strange if it succeeded.” “What about a second synthesis?” Russell was quite the explorer.
He synthesized three large Copper Coins and placed them into the Synthesizer again.
After another flash of white light, a massive Copper Coin the size of a palm appeared.
“Still not working…
But with a Copper Coin this large, the next synthesis or the one after might achieve a qualitative change and produce a Silver Coin.
Even with a twenty-seven-to-one or eighty-one-to-one ratio, it would still be profitable.” After making this reasonable deduction, Russell took out nine Silver Soul Coins.
He synthesized them into three large Silver Coins and continued the process.
A glint of golden color appeared—a Gold Soul Coin.
“A nine-to-one ratio, which earns one more Silver Coin compared to direct exchange.” Russell examined the synthesized Gold Soul Coin closely.
“It’s no different from a normal Gold Coin, just looks newer.
But after testing, it would definitely be a genuine Gold Soul Coin.” “Unfortunately, synthesizing one coin at a time and exchanging them back and forth is too time-consuming.
The profit margin is too small to be worth the effort.
It’s better to just hunt ten-year Soul Beasts and synthesize them instead.” Despite saying this, Russell still synthesized all his Silver Coins into Gold Coins and spent them all at a roadside shop.
“If money can be synthesized, there’s no reason food can’t be synthesized too.
Or, to be more precise, dishes.” He found a butcher shop and asked the owner to cut up the Gale Magic Wolf.
After leaving some as payment, he placed the remaining wolf meat piece by piece into the Synthesizer, along with salt and seasonings he bought from the shop.
A flash of white light later.
[Marinated Wolf Meat] Category: Food Quality: Ordinary Description: Food made from Soul Beast meat.
Provides decent satiety and energy replenishment.
The seasonings effectively remove the sour taste and toughness of the wolf meat, making it delicious and easy to digest.
“It worked.” Russell picked up a piece of the marinated meat and took a bite.
It was cooked.
Thanks to the Synthesizer’s processing, there was no trace of the wolf meat’s sourness or gaminess.
The meat fibers were loose yet retained some chewiness, offering a first-class texture.
It was excellent food.
“This way, I can save some meal time for training.
Also, I need to supplement with vegetables…
I’ll store some carrots and cabbage and use the Synthesizer to juice them when it’s time to eat.” Thinking about juicing reminded Russell of juicers, which led him to realize that the Douluo Continent seemed to lack juicers.
And then…
could the Synthesizer repair damaged Soul Tools?
The thought of owning a storage Soul Tool made Russell eager to try it out immediately, but who would sell damaged Soul Tools?
Not everyone was like that unscrupulous merchant Flender, who specialized in running a Soul Tool shop and made money by selling broken Soul Tools.
After a moment of thought, he shook his head helplessly.
“I’ll have to commission someone to collect them for me.” Having studied at Nuoding Academy for a year, he wasn’t completely unaware of the outside world.
He had occasionally overheard the working students mention some of the more famous locations.
Russell arrived at the city center, where a shop with a seven-story pagoda emblem carved on its signboard stood.
This was a store affiliated with the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
As long as one had money, they had the connections to procure any product from the continent.
Entering the shop, he found it empty.
Russell called out loudly: “Is the shopkeeper here?” “Yes.” A middle-aged man emerged from the inner room.
Judging by the fluctuations of his Soul Power, Russell estimated he was no stronger than three rings.
It made sense—someone with higher cultivation wouldn’t be stationed in Nuoding City to manage such a small shop.
The man’s attitude was neither warm nor cold, clearly not expecting a child like Russell to buy anything valuable.
“What would the customer like to purchase?” “Do you have any damaged Soul Tools?” Russell stated his goal.
“Damaged Soul Tools?” The middle-aged man asked in surprise, “What would the customer want with such things?
Once a Soul Tool is damaged, it’s nothing but a pile of scrap metal.” Naturally, Russell wouldn’t reveal his purpose.
“Do you care what I buy them for?
Just tell me if you have them or not.
If not, I’ll go elsewhere.” With that, he pretended to leave.
“Yes, of course we do.” The middle-aged man quickly stopped Russell.
After all, if he earned enough money to meet the quota, he could end his assignment early.
Naturally, he wouldn’t turn away a customer.
This was a small measure the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect used to motivate its disciples.
He returned to the inner room and soon came out carrying a wooden box.
Placing it on the ground behind the counter, he revealed a pile of damaged Soul Tools inside.
“So many?” Russell felt a surge of joy.
With ready-made items, he wouldn’t have to wait for them to be sourced.
He looked up and asked, “How much?” The middle-aged man squatted down, picking out items one by one.
“This ring is fifty Gold Soul Coins, this knife is one hundred thirty, this belt is ninety, these shoes are eighty…” “So expensive?
Didn’t you say these were just scrap metal?” The man shook his head.
“Rarity determines value.
Even if it’s scrap metal, it’s rare scrap metal.
Besides, even though the Soul Tool Gems on them are broken, they can be collected, repaired, and sold for money.” “But they’re not worth that much.
Shopkeeper, it seems like you haven’t sold these anyway.
Why not sell them to me at a discount?
I’m just buying them to study and play around with.
Someone else wouldn’t buy this junk.” Russell spoke earnestly.
These damaged Soul Tools were nearly worthless in others’ hands, but in his, they could shine once again.
The middle-aged man fell into thought.
He hadn’t deliberately inflated the prices, but the sect didn’t accept these items, and they hadn’t sold for years, just sitting in the warehouse.
“Then I’ll give you a twenty percent discount.
No less than that—I need to make a living too.” Russell curled his lip and glanced at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect emblem outside.
If disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect couldn’t afford food, commoners might as well starve to death.
“Fifty percent.” Seeing Russell’s reaction, clearly aware of where he came from, the middle-aged man awkwardly lifted his head but still said, “Fifty percent off is impossible, that’s too low, I wouldn’t make any profit.
Seventy percent off, seventy percent off, okay?
I’m practically losing money at that.” “Seventy percent off…
fine.” Russell could figure out with his toenails that the other party’s purchase price must have been extremely low, but who made him need it?
He gritted his teeth and paid.
Pockets emptied, back to square one in an instant.