PCJ – Chapter 746 A Great Harvest

The Moon was an untouched virgin land, never mined by humans, so naturally it contained many meteorites. However, most were just iron meteorites, which held little value for Kong Fangzhou. His main targets now were those meteorites detected by the scanner that contained the three mysterious elements, as well as ores containing other rare elements. As for the rest—even if they were gold mines—Kong Fangzhou had no interest.

Zhang Jiaohua also enjoyed this kind of “miner’s game.” Controlling robots to dig out ores felt like both a game and a real-life experience. The feeling was indeed quite wonderful.

Following the scanner’s guidance, the group would dig in one spot, then hurry off to another. The whole process was swift. Everyone scrambled to dig for meteorites, until in the end they had to set up a queue—taking turns, whoever’s round it was got to operate.

This time, Zhang Jiaohua no longer looked like a sect master at all. Hanging out with Zhang Yuanbao and the others, he completely tore off his sect master’s façade, fooling around just like his peers.

But after running to more than a hundred spots, with each person digging up over a dozen meteorites, everyone’s excitement began to wane. No longer did they rush to dig first; instead, they started avoiding the work.

“Yuanbao, your turn this time. Who told you to be the most skilled? The few biggest meteorites were all dug up by you. With luck that good, who else should go if not you?” Qi Xia said.

Zhang Yuanbao quickly shook his head: “Who says so? My luck’s already used up. At first, yeah, I did dig up a few big ones. But afterward, my luck kept getting worse—last time I almost couldn’t find one at all. This round, I definitely can’t go. I think it should be Mute’s turn. With his ‘virgin hands,’ once he acts, he’ll surely unearth a meteorite that shakes heaven and earth.”

Mute wasn’t as meek as before, no longer letting Zhang Yuanbao tease him. He quickly retorted: “Yuanbao, you’re really talking about yourself, right? I heard that back in university, there was a great beauty who liked you, but you told her you were bent.”

Everyone burst out laughing. What Mute said was actually true. But that so-called great beauty was indeed “great”—a woman weighing over 200 pounds. She had an enchanting face, but was extremely plump. Zhang Yuanbao, recklessly ignoring her figure and only noticing her pretty face, tried to flirt with her—and ended up getting stuck with her.

Originally, no one else knew about this. But one day Mute accidentally saw the messages on Zhang Yuanbao’s phone and discovered the story.

Now, Zhang Yuanbao controlled a robot to dig a hole in the ground, then quickly buried his own head inside, making everyone roar with laughter. This guy could really play any trick.

After hitting a few more sites, no one was willing to keep following Kong Fangzhou anymore.

“Old Kong, how many more places do we have to go?” Zhang Yuanbao whined, refusing to get off the spaceship.

“Not too many, not too many. Only a few hundred left. Many of the signals are weak, so I’m not sure if there are meteorites. No rush—once we get closer, the accuracy will improve,” Kong Fangzhou said, glancing at the scanner, where countless flashing dots marked potential meteorite locations.

At this, no one was willing to leave the ship.

“Old Kong, let’s call it a day. We’ve had a pretty good harvest already. How about we stop here?” Nie Tong suggested.

“You don’t understand. These mysterious elements are the key to developing newer and stronger spaceships. They’re priceless. The more we gather, the better. If we can’t use them right now, we can stockpile them. Otherwise, when others start stockpiling, we won’t even get a chance,” Kong Fangzhou insisted.

Zhang Jiaohua finally stepped in: “Old Kong, let’s stop here. We should already have enough mysterious elements.”

Nie Tong smiled: “Old Kong, in fact, there’s no need for us to do this ourselves. We can gamify the mining—let players control the robots and dig on the Moon.”

“What gamification? Just let the intelligent robots handle it directly,” Mute said. That was certainly feasible—Meishan Group’s robots were highly intelligent, more than capable of mining.

Kong Fangzhou, seeing there was a solution, agreed readily.

With a large haul of ores, Nie Tong had operators pilot the Immortal Sword spaceship back toward Earth.

As for Zhang Jiaohua and the others who had been manually controlling robots, they had long since switched the machines into automatic mode, quitting manual control.

Once they quit, everyone was groaning in exhaustion. The operation had gone on too long—so long that even cultivators like them felt worn out.

“We got tricked by Old Kong this time. That old fraud nearly worked me to death,” Zhang Yuanbao complained.

“You dare to say that? Who was it crying and begging to go in the first place?” Kong Fangzhou shot back.

After Zhang Jiaohua left the control cabin, he quickly received the latest updates on the Xianxia Dream game. Its momentum was now thriving. From an initial state of being ignored to its current red-hot popularity, the game had turned from losing money to making a profit.

But Zhang Jiaohua paid no attention to the profits—he cared more about the game’s progress.

Nie Tong had already compiled accurate statistics: the number of people with Xianxia Dream login devices was skyrocketing. By now, it had reached nearly one hundred million—a truly astonishing figure.

“We’ve discovered a few players with top-grade spiritual roots in the game. Should we perhaps make contact with them in private?” Nie Tong asked.

Zhang Jiaohua shook his head. “No need to rush. Let’s wait a while. I want to see if those with low-grade, or even worse roots, can discover unique cultivation paths.”

“Then should we at least keep a close watch on the top-grade ones?” Mute asked.

“You all keep an eye on them. If there’s any progress, let me know immediately,” Zhang Jiaohua replied.

Meanwhile, Qi Shuo had already been playing for nearly a month. He possessed a low-grade metal spiritual root—very poor aptitude. But because it leaned toward offensive power, it was actually a decent attribute in the game.

During this period, Qi Shuo had constantly been exploring the game, but he found it far too realistic. Still, he couldn’t understand why there was such a huge gap between different root settings.

“Could it be that this low-grade metal root is actually my real attribute?” Qi Shuo suddenly had a strange thought. But then he quickly shook it off: “No way. How could that be? This is just a game. Even if it’s so realistic, why would they add such an unfair, frustrating setting? Makes no sense.”

He had died several times in the forest, trying to find a cave that might contain a secret manual or a hidden herb among the underbrush. But in the end, he never found any manuals or treasures—more often than not, he was killed before he even got close.