Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 17: Night Matters [Seeking recommendations, seeking collections, seeking investments]

Fan Ya took out a card the size of a poker card and said, "This is your identification. From now on, you are an outer disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Sect. With this, you can receive a lot of information, including the allocation of resources in the future.

In addition, this thing can also be used as a spirit stone and records all the sect's contribution points. It's very easy to use. I'll teach you a bit and you'll understand.

This thing became popular in recent years. It is said to be a new invention inspired by the collaboration between formation masters and artifact refiners from outside the domain. Because it is convenient, the sect underwent a complete overhaul a few years ago.

It consumes a small amount of spiritual power, but with your intermediate apprentice cultivation, you can operate it continuously for half a day."

Looking at Fan Ya holding the card, channeling her spirit power, and creating a small screen as an example, Zhang Deming was a bit confused and had a mind full of expletives.

Isn't this just an incomplete smartphone? Currently, it only records information and has limited text messaging capabilities?

What the hell.

So why does this world still maintain an ancient style?

Fan Ya demonstrated a few times and said, "Alright, it's very simple. You can explore it on your own. I won't explain it in detail."

Then she gently pushed the remaining package in front of Zhang Deming and said,

"These are two sets of disciple clothing. The one you're wearing now is the miscellaneous servant clothing. After promotion, if you don't want to be mistaken for one, don't wear it anymore.

These two sets are different from the ordinary servant clothing. They have a weak cleaning effect and should be enough for you to wear.

Alright, take them. The formalities are considered complete."

Zhang Deming was stunned and asked, "Is that it?"

Fan Ya nodded and said, "Yes, that's it. What else do you want?"

"Don't you have a portable package or something?" Zhang Deming asked.

Fan Ya was stunned for a moment and then looked surprised, "You want the sect to give you a storage bag?"

Zhang Deming looked at Fan Ya's exaggerated expression and for a moment didn't know what was wrong. Aren't storage bags a standard item for cultivators?

It's not like I'm asking for a big one, or a storage ring.

"Haha, I've seen many newcomers with dreams, but you're the first one to dare to think like this. Please, when you have time, find out how much the lowest-level storage bag costs before coming back to think about it.

You want a storage bag, and I want one too. Even the inner disciples and many elders want one too! Who wouldn't want a spatial item that combines assistance, combat, and daily life?

Alright, you can leave if you have nothing else to do. Don't stay here and daydream."

Fan Ya waved her hand, indicating that Zhang Deming should leave.

Zhang Deming pondered as he left. So, a one cubic meter storage bag is considered precious even in the Hongmeng Realm?

Empiricism is harmful. I thought everyone had one.

Carrying his belongings, Zhang Deming strolled back to Xiaoqingshan and it was already noon.

He ate, cultivated, practiced spells, and continued until evening.

After Zhang Deming fully understood how to use the identification card and phone, he waited until evening but didn't receive any allocation information as promised.

Zhang Deming didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it's such a large sect and the efficiency is not high. He had ten days to wait.

After dinner, Zhang Deming hurried back to his room to cultivate.

Now that he had reached the intermediate apprentice level, although his spiritual power was abundant, it still took a longer time to recover.

It wasn't until late at night that Zhang Deming fully restored his spiritual power and lay down to sleep.

"Click."

In the late night, after an unknown period of sleep, Zhang Deming was awakened by a noise.

Gathering his spiritual power in his eyes, in the pitch-black night, Zhang Deming slowly saw his surroundings.

Night vision, this could be considered one of the small tricks of spiritual power, not a technique, and it didn't consume much.

As the darkness dissipated, Zhang Deming saw the situation in the room and was stunned.

What is this?

A rat demon?

Looking at the corner of the room, Zhang Deming was slightly surprised to see rats the size of yellow weasels. In his spiritual eyes, there was a faint glimmer of light on the rats.

Although it was very weak, it did exist and was not an ordinary rat.

At this moment, the rat demon the size of a yellow weasel was gnawing frantically at the small treasure chest that Zhang Deming had placed in the corner of the room.

Because the contents were important, Zhang Deming had spent a lot of money to specially make this chest.

Although it was small, it was exceptionally sturdy.

When Zhang Deming woke up, the chest hadn't been completely gnawed through, but the surface of the chest had been gnawed quite a bit.

Damn it!

Looking at this situation, Zhang Deming was furious, although he had heard about the despicable nature of rat demons.

But, he hadn't seen one in ten years.

He had just obtained a bit of spiritual rice, and it came knocking on his door. How could he not be angry?

Lying in bed, he didn't even get up, he just waved his hands.

A vine emerged from the ground under the unsuspecting rat demon, wrapping it up tightly.

"Squeak."

The rat demon, who had been burying its head and gnawing on the chest, suddenly stiffened all over. Then, it quickly reacted.

It struggled frantically, but the strength of the vine formed by the growth technique was not something it could easily struggle free from.

The struggling rat demon paused for a moment, and then a black light flashed in its mouth as it bit down on the green vine.

The vine formed by spiritual power was instantly bitten in half by it, allowing it to escape. It didn't care about the direction and just ran away.

It directly crashed through the wooden wall in front of it, rushing into another room.

"Who?"

The voice of the neighbor, Zong En, sounded, followed by a commotion.

Zhang Deming had just jumped up after entangling the rat demon when it broke free.

Before he could release more spiritual power and regenerate the broken vine, the rat demon rushed out.

Zhang Deming immediately followed it through the huge hole in the wall.

Arriving in the neighboring room, by this time, Zong En's room had already had its door broken open, and Zong En had also gotten up. As for the rat demon, which was known for its speed, it had long since disappeared.

Not only that, but the commotion just now had caused the lights in all the adjacent rooms to turn on.

When Zhang Deming and Zong En arrived outside the room, many people had already gotten up to check the situation.

"Brother Ming, what happened just now?" Lv Guo asked as she approached.

"It was a rat demon. I had caught it, but I didn't expect this thing to be so cunning. It bit through the vine and ran away," Zhang Deming replied.

Zong En frowned slightly upon hearing this and said, "What's been happening these past few days? We have senior disciples patrolling, and Feng, the steward, has been investigating from time to time.

Why are these little monsters still appearing one after another?

Did they manage to hide, or did they only appear after the patrols?"

Upon hearing this, everyone furrowed their brows.

It was already rare for a monster to appear occasionally during the two rice harvests each year. This time, two monsters had appeared even before the last two days when the spiritual rice was fully ripe. It was obviously abnormal.

"Who was on night duty tonight?" Zhang Deming was more concerned about the spiritual rice in the fields.

(End of this chapter)