What the hell, Salt Lake City's missions were too ridiculous. Du Feng took a look at the mission book. The first mission that came into view was to dig silt in the saltwater lake. Moreover, foreign warriors had to complete the first mission before they could accept other missions.
This was too bad. The silt at the bottom of the lake was smelly and dirty. They were using foreign warriors as cheap labor. If he earned enough points from Salt Lake City, he could exchange them for some things, such as a few buckets of lake water. However, digging silt gave very few points. Moreover, that thing couldn't be stored in a storage ring. He had to use a container to carry it up.
It seemed that if he wanted to complete this mission, he had to get himself a few sturdy iron buckets. It would be best if they had lids that could be sealed. Otherwise, it would be easy to leak during the process of carrying it up. Most importantly, the water pressure at the bottom of the lake was very high. Normal containers could easily be crushed and couldn't be used at all.
After Du Feng accepted the mission, he shook his head helplessly. It wasn't easy to borrow Salt Lake City's teleportation circle. He needed to be a silt digger. The Immortal Cities of South Heaven Realm were too calculative. If he wanted to get some benefits from them, he had to pay several times the price.
He finally understood why South Heaven Realm developed so quickly and had such a large scale of power. Other than the fact that there were many experts overseeing the Gate of Heaven, more importantly, their system was very strict. Everyone had to work hard to get something. They were especially strict with outsiders. Once you came, it wouldn't be easy to leave. You had to first create enough benefits for the city.
After Du Feng left, he was worried about where to buy a suitable iron bucket. If he really couldn't find one, he would have to forge one himself. But if he wanted to forge it himself, he needed a place to put the furnace. If he wanted to put the furnace, he would have to rent a house. He really didn't want to live that kind of life because it was too troublesome. He had only walked a few steps when someone spoke to him.
"How is it, do you want to buy an iron bucket?"
He looked up and saw that it was none other than the brown skinned strong young man who queued up to fetch water. This person was actually quite young. It was just that he didn't take care of his skin, so he looked older. He seemed to have expected that Du Feng would come to the Mission Hall and knew that he would definitely accept the task of digging silt, so he came to wait.
"Yes, please ask where I can buy it. It would be best if it's of good quality."
Anyway, Du Feng didn't know anyone here, so he might as well ask this strong guy.
"Haha, you're right to ask me. My house sells it."
The sturdy lad patted his own chest and excitedly introduced his smithy to Du Feng. Well, Du Feng finally understood why his skin was brown. Not only was it brown, but it was also shiny. It turned out that it was made of iron. Thinking about it, Fu Xi's skin seemed to be the same.
However, this person was quite good at doing business. For the sake of selling metal buckets, he came all the way to the Mission Hall. Du Feng thought that the man had come to the Mission Hall to sell the metal buckets. He didn't know that the man had been waiting for him.
"Let's go. Follow me to the smithy. I guarantee that there will be something you like."
The strong lad was very familiar with people. He brought Du Feng and walked in front. Since there was nothing else, he might as well go to the smithy. Originally, Du Feng didn't expect him to have many good things. However, when he saw it, he was dumbfounded.
Although the smithy was quite short, the area was really big. There were many things inside. The first thing that entered Du Feng's eyes were two huge metal buckets. In the middle, there was even a metal pole strung together.
"This … Don't tell me you used this to carry the silt?"
Because the metal buckets weren't new, Du Feng asked this question. However, the strong lad was a local resident. He shouldn't need to do this kind of task. Could it be that he was doing this for those few points? The problem was that these two metal buckets were too big. They were as tall as a person. Moreover, each of them was very thick. They were even more exaggerated than a large water tank.
Under the strong water pressure of the saltwater lake, carrying these two buckets of silt would require a lot of strength to reach the shore. It seemed that this strong lad's physique was quite strong.
"How about it? This is a gift for you. I still have a pair."
Well, in the end, he called Du Feng over just to promote these two metal buckets.
No, Du Feng felt that there was something wrong with this sentence. What he said seemed to be a gift, not a sale. Wasn't this person so enthusiastic because he wanted to promote his goods?
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you can't carry it? Hahaha."
Seeing Du Feng in a daze, the strong lad actually laughed out loud. As he laughed, he walked to the front of the metal buckets and stretched out a finger to support the bottom of the pole. Then, he gently used his strength to lift the pole. At the same time, he also lifted up the metal buckets that were thicker than a water tank.
In order to make these two large iron buckets, the walls of the buckets were three fingers thick. The materials used were very sufficient and the weight was also quite heavy. This person lifted the large iron buckets with one finger. This was definitely not something that an ordinary martial artist could do. Du Feng had already understood that this person was a fan of physical cultivation. He liked to exercise his body when he had nothing to do. No wonder he asked him to go into the water to temper his body.
"What a joke. I just think it's too small."
Du Feng also stepped forward, stretched out a little finger, and then gently picked up the pole. After all, they were not underwater, so there was no terrible water pressure. Moreover, the iron buckets were empty and not filled with silt. If they couldn't even lift it like this, they would definitely be pressed down in the water.
"Well, I didn't misjudge you."
Niu Er liked to make friends with strong martial artists, preferably pure martial artists. Unfortunately, more than half of the residents in Salt Lake City were magic cultivators, and a small half were sword cultivators. Even his own brother and father were sword cultivators. Only he himself was a fan of physical cultivation.
Just when he was worried that it was hard to find a confidant, he saw Du Feng climbing out of the lake. He knew that he had found a partner this time.
"Why do you also want to carry silt? Don't tell me it's for those points."
Du Feng was a little confused. Although this strong lad's name was a bit stupid, he didn't have to be fond of carrying silt. Even if he wanted to earn points, he could go out of the city to hunt monsters. If it was for physical training, he didn't have to carry silt. Practicing swordsmanship or punching and kicking underwater was a good way to train.
"Protecting Hometown Lake is my responsibility."
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