If one looked solely at the attribute values.
In theory, the strengthening effect of 1 point in Constitution and Strength should be less than 10%.
Yet at this moment, Yi Qingfeng could feel the robustness of his body with absolute clarity.
That was definitely not a 10% increase...
Perhaps 30%, or even higher?
Yi Qingfeng estimated inwardly.
And it was probably because of the sheer number of monsters stacked into the dungeon.
Coupled with the drops from Fierce Fang as a rare elite itself.
The earnings from this dungeon, in terms of Zongwang Disaster Coins, far exceeded 100.
Looked at this way:
A dungeon invitation priced at 100 Zongwang Disaster Coins, or even higher.
For him, it was all acceptable.
At least, before he obtained a way to steadily produce dungeon invitations on his own.
Yi Qingfeng felt that such an exchange was acceptable.
Of course, whether there would still be Zongwang players willing to trade was not something he could control.
Afterward, Yi Qingfeng walked over to Fierce Fang’s corpse.
He had not looked at it closely before.
Now, standing beside the thing, Yi Qingfeng finally sensed how powerful it was.
Its massive body, not yet cooled, still emitted a rather unpleasant heat.
And its broken neck had dyed the surrounding soil a glaring crimson with blood.
Without a handy tool in hand, Yi Qingfeng prepared to go back and get a bone cleaver.
A dungeon that had already been cleared would not disappear immediately after he left.
Every dungeon had a duration of 24 hours.
Trial dungeons, of course, were not included in this.
And so, Yi Qingfeng exited the dungeon and rummaged through the kitchen for a bone cleaver that was ninety percent new.
Compared to a kitchen knife, he had hardly used this thing since buying it.
The butcher at the town meat stall would chop the bones for you.
Though the pieces were a little large, they were still edible enough.
Because of that, Yi Qingfeng rarely handled them himself.
Yi Qingfeng had eaten plenty of pork and had also handled fresh meat before.
But at most, that meat had been neatly arranged, strip by strip, in the meat counter of a butcher’s shop.
Cutting meat off a wild boar like this was still his first time.
Fortunately, he now had brute strength.
And after leveling up, his upper limit of combat divine power had already increased to 10 points.
This gave Yi Qingfeng a new way to approach the matter:
The bone cleaver, wreathed in bloody light, sliced straight through Fierce Fang’s tough body!
After its death, Fierce Fang suffered a third Holy Smite...
Then the reeking viscera were roughly torn out by Yi Qingfeng and tossed aside.
It was not that Yi Qingfeng disliked eating these things; they were just too troublesome to handle himself.
Fierce Fang’s overly hard ribs made Yi Qingfeng’s disassembly far from smooth.
In the end, he only cut off a large basin of clean meat...
As for those degenerated wild boars the size of wild dogs?
Yi Qingfeng had no intention of collecting them.
And before leaving, Yi Qingfeng opened his item backpack and took out a black plastic bag...
After browsing the Zongwang player forum for a long time last night, he now had a general understanding of Zongwang dungeons.
According to those who sounded like “veteran players”:
Zongwang dungeons did not necessarily exist as real spacetimes.
Especially during the apprentice stage.
These dungeons were one-time worlds born from the Zongwang.
Therefore, they could be reset, refreshed, or even replaced relatively easily.
For Yi Qingfeng, he had not thought of much more for the time being.
But there was one thing:
From now on, he would not need to make a special trip to throw out household garbage...
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“Glug, glug, glug...”
In the boiling water into which at least half a bottle of cooking wine had been poured, scum was still constantly appearing...
Yi Qingfeng looked at the chunks of meat in the pot, somewhat puzzled.
He had already blanched them three times. Why was there still so much scum?
As expected of a rare elite, perhaps...
The rice had long since finished steaming.
But seeing the scum still appearing nonstop, Yi Qingfeng still could not steel himself to take the meat straight out and stir-fry it.
Who knew how gamey it would be like this...
Fortunately, after blanching it twice more, the scum gradually lessened.
In the end, it was only a level 2 rare elite.
It was not to the point that, even after being cut into chunks, it would still keep refreshing hemoglobin.
After that, Yi Qingfeng scooped it out and placed it together with the already-chopped scallions, ginger, and garlic, preparing to stir-fry it in a generous amount of oil.
And it was at that moment that a new notification suddenly appeared on his retina:
“Zongwang Notification: You have a new forum message. Please check it promptly...”
Yi Qingfeng opened it with considerable surprise.
Come to think of it, the Zongwang was quite convenient in this respect—if his phone had dinged at a time like this, he would have had to scrub his hands with hand soap first...
How could one cook without getting oil on one’s hands?
Even when stir-frying only vegetables, a soy sauce bottle was never all that neat...
Of course, this was also the daily kitchen life of contemporary youths in Earth OL.
The older generation would at most wipe their hands with a rag, and would likely find it very difficult to understand why hand soap and paper towels had become essential kitchen consumables...
“Brother, have you cleared Fierce Fang?”
Yi Qingfeng looked at the message from a sender whose name was a string of initial code, and could not help pausing.
It seemed the other party was the Zongwang player who had previously sold the Fierce Fang invitation?
After thinking for a moment, Yi Qingfeng fumbled around and replied with, “Cleared it.”
Naturally, the Zongwang did not have a virtual keyboard.
But it had an even more convenient input method:
Before Yi Qingfeng could even find where to type,
as his thoughts fluctuated, the interface waiting for input added the message he wanted to reply with...
All Yi Qingfeng needed to do was choose whether to send it.
“Brother, you’re fierce!”
“It’s like this: a friend just came to me. He happens to be short an elite wild boar for his class bond.”
“He’s willing to trade an apprentice epic for it.”
“Brother, what do you think?”
Yi Qingfeng looked at the other party’s reply, then looked at the chunks of meat that had just gone into the pot.
Could it be that this was not the correct way to use a rare elite invitation?
“It’s already in the pot...”
“Huh?”
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Although the situation was somewhat beyond expectations.
The other party still very enthusiastically sent a friend request.
And after Yi Qingfeng accepted the other party’s request, he discovered that the other party’s information on the Zongwang panel had also changed from a string of initial code into a line of text completely unfamiliar to him.
Only, Yi Qingfeng found that he could understand the meaning of that text:
Bakeson?
It seemed this was probably the other party’s ID.
As for whether it was his real name, that was unimportant.
Just like on the cyber networks of Earth OL, avatars were often a more lasting and profound identifying feature than usernames.
Yi Qingfeng could sense that this Bakeson seemed to be a “veteran player”...
“Brother, if you ever have goods you’re in a hurry to sell, you can come to me—ten percent below market price, clearly marked rates, professional goblin, trustworthy!”
Looking at the message Bakeson sent, Yi Qingfeng seemed to understand the other party’s situation somewhat.
It looked like the other party was—a merchant on the level of Zongwang players?
A goblin merchant?
“Do you have any more dungeon invitations for sale?”
After Yi Qingfeng exited the Fierce Fang dungeon, he had searched around the trading section of the Zongwang player forum.
But he had not found any new dungeon invitations for sale.
And so, Yi Qingfeng tried asking the other party.
This time, Bakeson did not reply instantly.
Instead, after a while, he sent a message:
“Sorry, brother. This section only just opened, and tickets haven’t reached the stage of large-scale circulation yet.”
“I reckon by tomorrow there should be some surplus tickets starting to circulate...”