Super Gene Optimization Fluid

turally easily recognized by the Spiritualist Association’s staff, who had been sent over to assist them.
As such, Xia Fei and Tong Jinliang very easily entered the place together.

Passing across a stone bridge by a manmade river, their group arrived at a tranquil three-story building.
The place, which had a retro style, hardly took up much space.

“Everyone, this here is the holographic simulation hall.
You can pick any of the soul weapons inside, with each of them having a separate price.
There’s no need for any of you to go to the second floor, since no one can afford the items there with the little points you received.
Browsing the selections on the first floor will do,” the man with the little mustache that led the way drawled.

Xia Fei furrowed his brows.
Having been closely watched the entire way in, he felt that he was following a tour group, taking in the sights.
Since he had agreed to retrieve an item for Fuchen, Xia Fei had no intention of wasting that pass at all.
This trip could only be considered worthwhile if he managed to access the Spiritualist Association’s database.

‘I’ll need to find a chance to slip away no matter what.’ Xia Fei made a mental note.

Entering the hall, Xia Fei discovered that the place was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside.
There were over a thousand simulation cabins, as well as a lounge, a restaurant, and even a library, inside.
It looked like a fairly pedestrian building from the outside, but its interior was actually very lavish.
Everyone could not help but gasp in awe at the splendor and wealth of the Spiritualist Association.

Tong Jinliang felt fairly enthused.
As he was very familiar with many things related to the Spiritualist Association, he was more than happy to explain everything to Xia Fei.

“While Chaos Society said that every Tier 2 clan can get a batch of soul weapons this time, that’s not exactly the whole truth, because every soul weapon taken here will cost one some points.
Using a hundred points, one may be able to redeem a few soul weapons of the lowest quality, but if they’re seeking something of a higher grade, they’ll have to pay more; they might even be unable to get one with only a hundred points,” Tong Jinliang said with a shrug.

Tong Jinliang swiftly leaned into Xia Fei’s ear and whispered, “If you’re willing to give me a healing-type soul weapon, I can then give some of my points to you, allowing you to use them freely.
I’ll have you know that points aren’t just something that you can use to exchange for soul weapons alone.”

Xia Fei shook his head firmly.
“I’m sorry, but I really don’t have any more.”

Seeing how decisively Xia Fei had rejected his offer, Tong Jinliang could only sigh.
He sat beside Xia Fei and pointed to the card reader on the table, saying, “Insert that card they gave you and you can begin.
Everything will be done in the holographic simulation.”

Xia Fei took out a gray card.
Tong Jinliang gave it a glance and said, “A temporary ID, for one time use only.
The card will be rendered useless after use.
I have a special visitor card from the Spiritualist Association, and the permissions, points I have can’t be compared.”

With that said, Tong Jinliang pulled out his card.
It was green in color.

Xia Fei knitted his eyebrows.
Tong Jinliang was considered to be rather significant.
Because of his hobby collecting soul weapons, he would often come and go around the Spiritualist Association.
If his card were green, it made Xia Fei wonder the difference in permissions he would have with Fuchen’s that golden card?

Wearing the simulation helmet, Xia Fei was immediately brought to a mystical setting.

What made Xia Fei unhappy was that, even inside the simulation, those people were still being very rude, constantly telling him to make his selection quickly and leave the place immediately.

Tong Jinliang grew quiet, too.
He waved the card he had in his hand once more, intentionally.
This old man had quite the serious obsession with soul weapons, and the two healing-type soul weapons he got from Xia Fei was not enough for him, and he was still eager to get more.

Unfortunately, Xia Fei ignored Tong Jinliang, minding his own business as he went browsing the selections in the simulation.

The Spiritualist Association lived up to its name, as the catalog they allowed visitors to look through numbered well in the tens of thousands.
Standing among these was like stepping into an ocean of soul weapons, a dazzling spectacle that people would have trouble taking all in.
Someone would even be unable to examine all these soul weapons once even if they were given several days to do so.

Every soul weapon that Xia Fei selected to view, the system would proceed to create a holographic simulation of, allowing him to very easily understand the grade and attributes it had.

Just that these soul weapons were often expensive, and the acquisition of each required several tens of points, with even some reaching a hundred points.

The simulation setting was like an ancient maze; it had countless corridors to stroll through.
A holographic image of a soul weapon was placed every meter or so, and the more than a hundred people very quickly spread out, disappearing into the complex and winding corridors around.

Aside from viewing several soul weapons at the beginning, Xia Fei did not bother checking them anymore.
His speed was fast, and he kept running through the corridors, almost as if none of these soul weapons interested him at all.

Xia Fei had no idea that the place that they were visiting was jokingly called the garbage dump by the people of the Spiritualist Association.
Every failed soul weapon, or weapons that had failed to meet requirements, was all gathered here and was exclusively sold to scam the laymen after beautifully packaging them.

Every year, there were simply too many who would beg their ancestors to come and search for soul weapons here, and Xia Fei felt that all the soul weapons he had seen thus far were no different from products made from an industrial assembly line.
There was nothing unique about them and would at most have a slight change in appearance.
The usually picky Xia Fei was of course not interested in any of these triflings.

“Nothing caught your eye, eh?” Tong Jinliang asked.

Xia Fei shook his head, wordless.

Tong Jinliang nodded as he quietly thought to himself, ‘He’s the disciple of a Spiritualist, alright, able to tell at a glance that everything here is just crap that is more form over function.
I’m curious to see just what items he’ll end up picking out in this dump.’

All of a sudden, Xia Fei came to a halt.
There was a look of puzzlement in his eyes.