Chapter 195 Exchange Ticket

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head to look at the bedside table. The digital clock showed 9:15 PM.

'I understand,' Zhang Yuanqing replied succinctly.

Because his aunt was by his side, he didn't say too much. After hanging up, he said to Jiang Yu'er:

'Today's game ends here.'

His aunt glanced at him sideways and curled her lips. 'Is that big-breasted fox spirit looking for you?'

'Tsk, tsk, tsk!' Zhang Yuanqing spat, pretending to be disgusted. 'I'm going to sleep now. You should go back to your room and rest.'

His aunt didn't leave, raising her eyebrows. 'You haven't been home for days. It's rare for you to come back. You have to play with me until twelve o'clock tonight. I haven't had enough. Even if...even if you have a girlfriend, you can't forget your mother.'

'You're just my aunt, not my mother,' Zhang Yuanqing corrected.

Seeing that being tough didn't work, his aunt went soft, twisting her body and acting coquettish. 'Just one more game, please?'

Who could refuse a coquettish aunt? Unfortunately, Zhang Yuanqing had important matters to attend to. Without wasting words, he strode over, slipped his arms under his aunt's legs, lifted her up, and walked straight out of the room.

'Hey, put me down! You have no respect for your elders!' Jiang Yu'er struggled, kicking her long legs wildly, angrily trying to scratch her nephew's face.

The little silly bird on her head hurriedly hammered her head with its tiny fists.

In the living room, his grandpa and grandma were watching TV with their reading glasses on. Grandma frowned when she saw her daughter being carried out by her grandson.

'Mom, Yuanzi is bullying me!'

Jiang Yu'er tried to accuse him first, struggling a few times.

But her nephew's iron arms tightly held her small waist and long legs, preventing her from jumping down.

'Put your aunt down.'

Grandma was, after all, on her daughter's side.

Zhang Yuanqing had no choice but to put his aunt down, changing his tune. 'Grandma, I'm going out for a bit. Guan Ya's cousin invited me to have barbecue.'

'Are you coming back to sleep tonight?' Grandma asked, unhappy to hear that he was going out again.

'We'll see.'

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanqing received a few kicks from his aunt. With his grandparents watching, he didn't dare to pin their daughter to the ground and bully her, so he had to endure it.

At ten o'clock at night, a gust of wind swept through Fujiabao, the plants and trees in the courtyard rustling, leaves and dust flying.

In the gust of wind, a figure landed by the fountain pool, then transformed into a dreamlike starlight and disappeared.

Outside the study door, Zhang Yuanqing took off his Swiftwalker gloves while knocking on the door...

'Knock knock~'

Soon, the brown solid wood double doors automatically swung open, and Fu Qingyang, dressed in white like snow, sat upright behind his desk, looking over with deep eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing walked straight in, looking around.

He didn't see the figure of the half-god chairman.

Fu Qingyang picked up something from the desk and flicked it over.

Zhang Yuanqing steadily caught it. On closer inspection, it was a black jade talisman, with a smooth texture. The front was carved with a void passage like a wormhole, and the back was engraved with incomprehensible spiritual patterns.

'Crush it,' Fu Qingyang said.

*The chairman isn't here... That's right, even if they're both orderly organizations, they can't completely trust each other. The most basic precautions are necessary. The pattern on the back of this jade talisman is similar to my teleportation jade talisman, but more complex. The quality should be higher...*

Zhang Yuanqing didn't hesitate. He exerted force with his fingertips, and with a crack, he crushed the smooth black jade.

The next moment, he saw Fu Qingyang's figure quickly dissipate, the scenery of the study rapidly fading. After a ripple-like wave, he appeared in a spacious and bright nightclub luxury private room!

The large screen played images of ancient beauties dancing. The marble table was filled with wine, drinks, fruits, and snacks. There was also a pool table in the lounge.

The patterned marble floor tiles reflected the light, shining brightly.

Facing the large screen was a back-shaped sofa. A man in a wine-red suit, wearing a half-face silver mask, leaned lazily on the sofa.

This man, who looked a bit flamboyant, should be the chairman. He was holding two shoulder-revealing beauties, enjoying the wine and snacks they fed him.

On the sofas on both sides were beauties in camisoles and miniskirts.

They sat with their legs together, their hands crossed over their abdomens, their posture elegant and dignified.

*What's going on?* Zhang Yuanqing stood on the spot, stunned for a long time, tentatively said, 'You are... Chairman?'

'Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.'

The chairman pushed aside the beauties on his left and right and welcomed him warmly, putting his arm around Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder like they were old friends. 'The atmosphere is good, right? This is where men talk business. Call the people!'

The beauties by the sofa stood up in a row, saying in charming voices, 'Greetings, Heavenly Venerate!'

Zhang Yuanqing thought he understood socializing, but this scene left him completely at a loss for words.

The meeting he had imagined was in a treasure house filled with treasures and props. The chairman of the Merchant Guild would stand on top of the mountain of treasures, coldly overlooking him.

He would express his appreciation for his act of returning the props and then bestow rewards that Lingjing Xingzhe dreamed of.

If the Merchant Guild wasn't a Western organization, then it should be a spire church under the moonlight. The chairman would sit high on the papal throne, coldly overlooking the pilgrims.

Then, in the name of God, he would bestow rewards.

In short, this meeting should be full of gravitas and majesty, which would be in line with the status of a half-god.

How did it become a nightclub private room?

*Anyone who didn't know would think the half-god chairman was bringing the Yuanshi Tianzun to a brothel.* 'You don't like it?'

Seeing Yuanshi Tianzun standing there dumbfounded, the chairman stroked his chin and pondered, 'Should I change the batch?'

'Ah, no, no need,' Zhang Yuanqing waved his hands repeatedly.

In front of a half-god, he was still a bit restrained. If an ant wasn't in awe of an elephant, it would be arrogant.

He cautiously offered his opinion: 'Chairman, how about we get straight to business?'

The chairman, wearing a silver mask, thought for a moment and sighed.

'I understand. It's because the girls I invited aren't beautiful enough. Next time, I'll spend money to invite girls from the Goddess Association to accompany you.'

*Ah, this, is that a promise?* Zhang Yuanqing imagined Annie's beauty and felt that he couldn't refuse the girls from the Goddess Association.

'Snap!'

The chairman snapped his fingers.

'Banish!'

In the crisp aftersound, the girls in the private room disappeared abruptly, as if they had never appeared.

The chairman, wearing a wine-red suit, returned to the sofa and leaned back lazily, smiling.

'Thank you very much for helping me find the fragments of the Compass of Light.'

Zhang Yuanqing understood, took out the golden compass on his own initiative, and offered it with both hands. The chairman reached out and took it, caressing it a few times, and said with emotion:

'Compass fragments are meaningless unless they are reunited, but possessing them means possessing bargaining chips.'

With a flip of his hand, the compass was put away in his item bar. When he opened it again, he had a stamp in his hand.

To be precise, it was something in the form of a stamp.

Zhang Yuanqing looked intently. On the front of the stamp, the words "Myriad Realms Trading Company" were written in dark blue ink, not in Chinese, but in an unknown script.

But Zhang Yuanqing could understand it.

The edges of the stamp were also painted with delicate patterns in dark blue ink. 'It's yours now,' the chairman said, handing it over.

Zhang Yuanqing took the stamp with anticipation. After a few seconds of silence, the item information appeared:

[Name: Myriad Realms Trading Company Exchange Ticket (Class A)]
[Type: Voucher]
[Function: Exchange]
[Introduction: A Class A exchange ticket, can only be exchanged for power.]
[Note: It decides what to trade with.]

*So short, unprecedentedly short...* Zhang Yuanqing quickly finished reading the item information. The last one that was so short was the Fallen Holy Grail.

Items with lengthy information may not necessarily be precious, but items with only a few words of information must be very precious.

'This exchange ticket is a treasure I've cherished for many years. I can only get one every ten years,' the chairman said, picking up a glass and tasting the pale yellow whiskey.

'It can only be exchanged for power. For example, you can trade it for top-quality materials and props from the Saint stage, and it will give you power of the same level.'

'When you have a lot of useless props and materials, its use will become apparent. There is no upper limit to the exchange. You can sacrifice Dominator-level props, even Half-God level, and it will give you the corresponding level of power.'

'But keep in mind three things. One: Saints cannot withstand the power of Dominators, and Dominators cannot withstand the power of Half-Gods. The consequence of exchanging beyond your level is returning to the Lingjing.'

'Two: The exchanger can only be the ticket holder. I heard Bill sold that causal prop to you? What I want to tell you is that you cannot let a Yin Corpse put on human skin and use the exchange ticket.'

'Three, the exchange ticket has its own ideas. It will choose what it wants from you, not what you specify. You can agree or disagree.'

*Can't let Yin Corpses use it in place? What can restrain causal props must be higher-level causal props...* Yuan Qing stroked the paper exchange ticket, vaguely guessing the level of the Myriad Realms Trading Company.

Using props and materials to exchange for power is indeed very suitable for the merchant profession. *Hmm, it's also suitable for a big spender like Fu Qingyang.*

But for ordinary practitioners without savings, this exchange ticket is not very valuable. *But I do have a lot of Dominator-level materials, and a material quota worth several Z coins. At a critical moment, using Saint-stage materials to exchange for power is a good way to save my life...*

Not to mention the distant future, if I prepare a few level 5 and 6 props and exchange them with the Myriad Realms Trading Company, I can obtain corresponding power. Even if I face the Divine Generals of the Holy See, I won't be afraid.

If a Dominator wants to kill me, I also have a way to perish together.

Zhang Yuanqing realized the value of the exchange ticket. This is a treasure that can make people erupt with small universes. In this day and age, most ordinary people can only be impotently enraged, without even the qualifications to fight desperately.

But in the world of Lingjing Xingzhe, the gap in levels may be bridged by external forces, but the gap in stages is difficult to overcome.

Don't look at him, Yuanshi Tianzun, being full of treasures. If he really encounters a Dominator, he will be killed with a finger.

At best, he would get the evaluation of "What a troublesome worm." But this exchange ticket can raise the evaluation to "World-class," or even the limit of a one-for-one exchange.

And its greatest value is that in the future, when he is promoted to Dominator, he can rely on spending money to fight with peak Dominators, even if only once.

If he is promoted to Half-God, he can beat three!

The higher the level, the greater the value of the exchange ticket.

*Good,* Zhang Yuanqing thought happily. Then, he inquired about the second purpose of this meeting:

'I heard from Elder Fu that you used this exchange ticket back then to fight three Half-Gods alone?'

The smile on the chairman's lips disappeared instantly, and he sighed.

'Don't mention it. Most of my life's savings were wiped out because of it. Since then, I've lived a poor life of eating cornbread with green onions. It took me many years to get rich again.'

'Elder Fu asked me to ask you something,' Zhang Yuanqing said without changing his expression.

'He recently investigated the Compass of Light incident and noticed an organization calling itself "Xiaoyao." Hmm, do you know this organization? Any clues?'

After asking, he muttered in his heart: *Boss, you better take the blame.*

If Yuanshi Tianzun asked about the Xiaoyao organization, it would expose many problems. But if Fu Qingyang, an elder of the Five Elements Alliance and an ambitious genius, asked, it would seem reasonable.

'Xiaoyao organization...' The chairman touched his chin, recalling for a long time, and said: 'Oh, is it the four small fries who call themselves the Twin Suns and the Twin Shadows?'

*That's too much!* Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

'Yes, it's those four small fries. Do you know anything about them?' 'I haven't dealt with them much,' the chairman said, sinking into memories again: 'The Twin Suns are musicians and night wanderers, both peak Dominators. The Twin Shadows, one is a night wanderer, and I'm not sure about the other. There were too many Half-Gods and Dominators participating in the competition at the time, so I didn't pay much attention.'

'Did they get any Compass fragments?' Zhang Yuanqing asked quickly.

'Yes! And the most important piece,' the chairman said: 'I remember now. They were acting with the old marshal of the White Tiger Soldiers. Because of that core fragment, the old marshal became the target of public criticism and died in battle. That core fragment was taken away by the Xiaoyao organization.'

*There's a lot of information here. Let me sort it out...* Zhang Yuanqing didn't speak again, thinking in silence.

There is a Night Wanderer among the Twin Shadows, which fits the name, and their level won't be low if they can participate in the fight for the compass. Such people are actually easy to investigate.

But even the Half-God chairman doesn't know about the other one?

The chairman certainly wouldn't pay much attention to "small fries," but it also shows that the one among the Twin Shadows has special means of concealment.

And according to Zhang Yuanqing's knowledge, among the local major professions, the profession that is good at concealment and comes and goes unpredictably is the Illusionist.

*No, the Xiaoyao organization is tasked with protecting the world, how could they be involved with evil professions?*

Because he was asking on behalf of Fu Qingyang, he didn't dare to ponder for too long, which would expose his familiarity with the Xiaoyao organization. So he suppressed the surging thoughts and pulled the topic back to the exchange ticket.

'Chairman, how do I exchange? It doesn't seem interested in the things on me.'

The chairman smiled.

'That's because it doesn't belong to you yet.'

Zhang Yuanqing understood, put the "stamp" into the item bar, and then took it out, pinching it between his fingertips.

The next second, he saw a dialog box pop up on the stamp:

[Exchange Item: Taiyin Source Fragment.]

[Agree?]

Zhang Yunqing stared blankly at the pop-up dialog box. All that was left in his mind was one word,

He was scared by this exchange ticket.

It's like, you meet a beggar on the road, he pulls you and says: I know you, your dad is Zhang Zizhen, Lingjing ID Zhang Tianshi, one of the Twin Suns of the Xiaoyao organization, your Lingjing ID is Yuanshi Tianzun, on the surface you are a member of the Five Elements Alliance, and your real identity is the successor of the Demon Lord.

Yes, that is this feeling of horror.

ps: Fix typos after publishing.