Magic Farm 139

Chapter 139: I’m Good Friends with God Has No Form from District 88

“Dan Xingyu, are you… acting cute?” Qi Yu’s hesitant tone reached his ears.

Dan Xingyu felt his face inexplicably warm, inwardly scolding himself for being childish.

You’re already eighteen, a grown man—how can you still be asking for hugs like a little kid?

But…

“Can’t I?” He met Qi Yu’s gaze without flinching.

“Ah? No, of course you can!” Qi Yu’s voice actually sounded a little excited.

He abandoned the snowman, strode over, and hugged his taller friend tightly.

Maybe it was because Dan Xingyu was a swordsman, always training his body, but even though he was a year younger than Qi Yu, he was taller and sturdier.

“I was just surprised,” Qi Yu said, a note of wonder and delight in his voice. “No one’s ever acted cute with me before.”

Finally, his heart settled. Dan Xingyu hugged his friend back, content.

He thought with satisfaction: The brave enjoy the world first—truly, that’s no lie.

What is inner turmoil?

With someone like this local boy, so straightforward, there was no need for it at all.

The two of them built a snowman of Qi Yu as well, placing it beside Dan Xingyu’s.

Halfway through, Qi Yu was struck by inspiration and used magic to conjure a little ice-and-snow cottage.

He said with deadpan seriousness, “This is our house. When it gets late, or if they get cold, Snow Qi Yu and Snow Xingyu can go back inside to rest.”

Completely ignoring the fact that these were, after all, just snowmen.

Dan Xingyu played along just as seriously: “No flaw in that plan, my lord. You’ve thought of everything!”

Inspired by the snowman building, Qi Yu used magic to gather up large swathes of snow and ice—much faster than Dan Xingyu could dig with his sword.

“Your storage backpack might not be enough,” he said to Dan Xingyu.

At the mage’s speed, the backpack was sure to fill up fast.

But Dan Xingyu had his own solution.

He opened his personal panel.

Even though he was now in the Star Forest, just as Qi Yu could still use his survival panel while out exploring, Dan Xingyu’s personal panel was fully functional.

Unfortunately, only the player themselves could see their personal panel. Dan Xingyu regretted this—otherwise, he could have shown the local boy how much praise he was getting from District 88’s players.

District 88 Regional Channel:

[God Has No Form: .]

[Low Battery: Second God, why are you starting your sentences with periods now? That’s not like you at all.]

[V Me 50: Second God, why’d you buy a down jacket? Is there some insider info we don’t know about?]

[Eternal Night: @God Has No Form, why did you suddenly buy a down jacket?]

When the discussion had reached a fever pitch, Dan Xingyu finally replied at his leisure:

[God Has No Form: Check my trading page.]

After sending that, he patiently waited ten seconds.

Then he checked the chat again:

[Eternal Night: ???!!!]

[V Me 50: Godfather, where did you strike it rich?]

[V Me 50: Why can’t I buy it! I’m desperate, desperate!]

Dan Xingyu had already asked Qi Yu about the price for the martial arts technique, learning it was set at 200 kilograms of ice and snow.

[God Has No Form: I’m in the Star Forest right now. It’s the exact opposite of where we are—currently minus twenty degrees, a world of ice and snow.]

[Eternal Night: Is this the reward for first place in the Racing Carnival? Are you with “I Love Survival Games”?]

Dan Xingyu raised his brows—trust Eternal Night to figure it out. Not as strong, a bit petty, but sharp.

[God Has No Form: That’s right. All this ice was collected with the help of your game bigwigs.]

He finished typing and set the price for his goods on the trading board.

[Every “200 kg of ice and snow” for “1 level-1 beast crystal.”]

The ice and snow sold out instantly.

When Qi Yu heard, he withdrew all his ice and snow from his own trading board and had Dan Xingyu list it on his instead.

Back and forth, they swapped items.

Dan Xingyu couldn’t help but remark, “Here’s the second great advantage of having a portal.”

Since he was here in person, he could put items directly on the trading page without Qi Yu having to transfer them—saving a hefty transaction fee.

[No Phone, Hard Life: My god, Second God, are you emptying the Star Forest of snow?]

[Eternal Night: There’s no way he could’ve dug up that much alone. It must be I Love Survival Games—or rather, the players from District 01—helping out.]

[Eternal Night: @God Has No Form, this isn’t a one-person job. Am I right?]

[God Has No Form: @Eternal Night, you guessed it, but there’s no prize. I have no way to contact District 01’s players; only the bigwigs can do that.]

[God Has No Form: I’ll have another surprise for you all tonight.]

[God Has No Form: You’re all lucky to get in on this.]

[V Me 50: Second God, godfather! Remember to thank my game dad for me!]

[Li Ergou: Looks like our Second God is really marrying into money now. Second God, you’re not going to abandon us and move to the Star Forest, are you?]

[No Phone, Hard Life: If you really do, would the game bigwig mind taking in a stepson? I’m about to die of heat here.]

How popular was ice and snow in District 88?

Dan Xingyu had lost count of how many times he’d transported it—every time he put it up, it sold out instantly, and the regional channel was always full of people clamoring for more.

He could only track his sales by watching the number of beast crystals in his account climb higher and higher.

Now, there were over fifty thousand beast crystals on the trading board.

And as for the ice and snow sold, only a small part had actually been dug up by him and Qi Yu.

The bulk came from District 01’s players, trading for the martial arts technique.

Qi Yu’s trading board numbers were still rising.

Just a bit of shoveling could get you a copy of the martial arts technique. Whether it was useful or not, every District 01 player chose to buy at least one.

Those with average strength slowly scraped together 200 kilograms; the powerhouses, like Gan Di and others, grateful that Qi Yu had set the price so low it was almost “free,” bought several copies, even dozens at a time.

“My trading board already has fifty thousand beast crystals,” Dan Xingyu said.

He chose to withdraw them, but didn’t let the crystals go into his backpack.

Whoosh.

A stream of crystals materialized out of thin air, tumbling into the snow.

The pile of snow was instantly pressed into a deep pit by the small mountain of crystals.

Dan Xingyu murmured, “Does this count as making money out of nothing?”

Fifty thousand gone, and District 88’s players were still crying for more.

After all, District 88 had a huge player base, and at just one beast crystal per batch, the price was a steal. After the last earthfire dragon event, everyone had plenty of beast crystals on hand.

Of course, the main reason was that every player had a backpack, and the backpack could temporarily store ice and snow.

God Has No Form said he was in District 01, but no one knew whether he could travel to other regions, so everyone wanted to stockpile as much ice as possible.

“Master Mage, all this is your earnings. You keep it,” Dan Xingyu said.

The snow had been dug up by District 01’s players, and they’d done it in exchange for Qi Yu’s martial arts technique.

He and District 88 had gotten a windfall—after all, the players there had paid, but in this sweltering weather, where else could you get ice at such a price?

This mountain of beast crystals also reminded Qi Yu.

He opened the District 01 regional channel:

[I Love Survival Games: .]

[I Love Survival Games: I have something to tell everyone. I know God Has No Form from District 88, and we have a way to trade with each other. It’s the opposite climate over there—right now, it’s scorching hot. So I can sell our ice and snow to them.]

[I Love Survival Games: No need to buy multiple copies of the martial arts technique anymore. I might open a new trade for buying ice and snow later.]

After posting, he went to the trading page and set the martial arts technique to a one-copy-per-person limit.

Since the martial arts technique was a knowledge item, he’d never thought anyone would buy multiple copies, so he’d forgotten to set a purchase limit when listing it.

And at first, he’d only planned to give the ice and snow he got to God Has No Form—he hadn’t considered the profit side at all.

It was only after God Has No Form sold so many beast crystals in District 88 that he realized—

This was a way for District 01’s players to earn real profit.

Given that, letting District 01’s players keep sending over multiple copies for free wasn’t really fair anymore.

[Gan Di: Bigwig, you didn’t have to say anything—no one would have known.]

[Roach Tastes Weird: God Has No Form from District 88? Boss, is that the handsome guy you teamed up with during the last event?]

[Grumpy Bro: The one who acts all cool, right? And has a dragon that’s just as showy. I remember the host said he was from District 88.]

[To Pluck the Moon: Is this the Racing Carnival reward? That’s awesome. @I Love Survival Games, you’re too generous. Your martial arts technique is worth way more than that—none of us mind buying extra copies.]

[Little Laozi: Are there any other players in our region who got first place in the arena with their team? Did they get the same reward?]

[Be a Good Person: What? We can trade ice and snow too? Now I’m wide awake!]

Little Laozi had hit the nail on the head.

Quite a few District 01 players had participated in the Racing Carnival.

Didn’t any other teams get the event gift box?

Many of the top players, who’d been cautious in the entertainment mode, were now secretly regretting it.

If only they’d known the entertainment mode would come with such a big reward, they’d have gone all out, even if it meant burning some items.

Someone finally spoke up.

[Dusk Watcher: I got it.]

[Dusk Watcher: You can tell I’m not on the regional leaderboard—I’m just an ordinary player. Last time, I was matched with teams of about the same level, got lucky, and took first place.]

[Dusk Watcher: The grand prize for first was a teleportation array. That’s right, just as you guessed—a teleportation array that lets you and your teammate travel to each other’s territories. But I still haven’t set it up.]

[Dusk Watcher: Mainly, my teammate and I were total strangers before the event. I don’t even know his full ID. No one would kill each other during the entertainment event, but who can guarantee anything once you’re home? I’m not comfortable letting a stranger into my shelter, and I’m sure he feels the same.]

[Dusk Watcher: Afterward, seeing the chat, it looks like the bigwig and that District 88 guy were already friends and trusted each other enough to use the teleportation array. That’s really enviable.]

Dusk Watcher’s string of messages managed to calm the excitement of many players.