"Cards on the table, no more pretending—I'm a cheat user."
Lin Chen hummed to himself as he used his phone to check the market price of Nichirin blades.
The Nichirin blades on the market basically all flowed out from the Fujiwara family.
Because they had a certain amplification effect on breathing technique swordsmanship, plus their sharpness and hardness were both sufficient.
They could be used from First Energy Level all the way to Third Energy Level, so their value was still decent.
Lin Chen looked through the listings. Color-changing Nichirin blades had average prices—standard Nichirin blades generally cost around 100,000 yuan.
This price itself was somewhat overpriced.
Nichirin blades weren't considered extremely precious items within the Demon Slayer Corps.
But in the high-martial world, the price was quite high.
First, because they weren't targeting First Energy Level students—they were targeting Second Energy Level.
The second point was because there were many people practicing breathing techniques, but the number of Nichirin blades was small, so they'd been inflated by the Fujiwara family.
Meanwhile, non-color-changing blades had even higher value—one blade was 300,000 yuan or more.
This was even more overpriced. Many were probably being purchased as collectibles.
Looking at this made Lin Chen somewhat regret why he had directly bound his Nichirin blade back then.
At his current stage, he completely didn't need this kind of weapon.
The profit from selling it would be quite high. Just from impulsively touching it once, he'd essentially lost 200,000 yuan directly.
Lin Chen felt somewhat helpless.
However, he quickly calmed his emotions. The money from three Nichirin blades was enough anyway.
But very quickly, Lin Chen discovered another major problem.
These three Nichirin blades—he couldn't sell them.
More accurately, he didn't have the qualifications to sell them.
Because these three Nichirin blades were "black market goods" brought out from another world, without having gone through any professional institution for appraisal.
"If I'd known earlier, I should've asked Fujiwara Toji to help handle it when I was in the car."
Lin Chen felt even more helpless.
The problem wasn't too big though, just somewhat troublesome.
He'd have to send the Nichirin blades to a company under the Fujiwara family for appraisal, then sell them.
He could also sell directly to the Fujiwara family.
"I'll take care of it after school tomorrow."
Lin Chen closed his phone. He wasn't too anxious about it.
After all, the Nichirin blades wouldn't grow legs and run away.
Compared to when he only had 20,000 yuan in savings before, he now had much more confidence.
Opening the refrigerator, he took out a portion of Sea King meat and pan-fried a steak.
Lin Chen ate with great satisfaction as the special oily fragrance spread through his mouth.
Then, accompanying the activation of his breathing technique, the meat swallowed into his stomach was quickly absorbed by his body.
His current body was like a sponge, greedily absorbing the nutrition and energy from the Sea King meat.
The harvest from the Demon Slayer world was quite substantial.
But the only bad part was that the evolution level of other creatures in the Demon Slayer world was too low.
After eating Sea King meat, being in the Demon Slayer world felt like he couldn't eat his fill.
Everything was extremely ordinary food.
This made Lin Chen couldn't help but sigh—those Pillars of this generation really had it tough.
To be able to grow so strong under such circumstances.
If they were placed in the high-martial world, with their talent, they could absolutely break through even higher limits.
After eating three pounds of Sea King meat in one go, Lin Chen finally felt his body's fullness.
A warm feeling filled his entire body—quite comfortable.
Compared to food from the Demon Slayer world, Sea King meat was exceptionally delicious even with just simple cooking.
"Really don't know what level Totsuki cuisine is at."
With valuable Nichirin blades in hand, Lin Chen really was getting a bit carried away.
The pursuit of fine cuisine was also one of humanity's instincts. Lin Chen was no exception.
At this moment, he was somewhat looking forward to the taste of Totsuki cuisine.
Once he sold the Nichirin blades for money, he'd also have to go to a proper Totsuki restaurant to try something new.
Thinking this, after washing the dishes Lin Chen didn't continue training. Rarely, he directly lay down on the bed.
He'd experienced quite a lot these past days. He still needed to rest properly.
Lying on the bed, Lin Chen's consciousness stirred, and the Martial Arts Panel appeared before his eyes.
On the Martial Arts Panel, the suffix "Destined Demon Slayer" was glowing brilliantly.
Just like a red notification dot in a game.
Lin Chen directly opened it.
A wheel appeared on the Martial Arts Panel.
This was the lottery wheel for the Destined Demon Slayer.
Lin Chen had killed one demon in the Demon Slayer world and had 150 Demon Slaying Points in hand.
He could perform one lowest-tier lottery draw.
This lottery covered quite a broad range of characters—Demon Slayer personnel below Pillar-level combat power. Of course, they had to be plot-relevant personnel with a certain degree of strength and special characteristics.
Lin Chen had been saving his points before, planning to accumulate 1,000 points for a mid-tier lottery.
The mid-tier lottery covered Pillar-level and the Twelve Kizuki. The lower limit was guaranteed, and the upper limit was also very high.
But now there was no need. With Ubuyashiki's guarantee, next time he entered the Demon Slayer world, there would be large quantities of demons for him to kill.
No need to agonize over these 100 points.
"Draw."
With Lin Chen's thought, the lottery wheel before him began rapidly spinning.
Very quickly, it locked onto a character.
A boy with a center part, proper appearance—Lin Chen recognized the locked-in character at a glance.
Murata.
Also known as the Road Pillar.
Of course, he didn't possess Pillar-level strength. It was just because his appearance count was excessive, and his luck was extremely good—he didn't die until the very end.
So he was called the Road Pillar.
[Trait Extracted: "Good Fortune Protection"]
The Martial Arts Panel flashed, and a new trait appeared below Lin Chen's Sun Breathing Swordsman class.
[Good Fortune Protection: Your luck is pretty good. When encountering dangerous situations, there's a probability of turning danger into safety. Effect greatly enhanced in the Demon Slayer world.]
"Not bad luck."
Lin Chen pillowed his hands behind his head, looking at the new trait's description.
Although it wasn't a trait that increased combat power, it was still quite a powerful trait.
Murata relied on this trait to survive from Pillar Destruction Blade all the way to the grand finale, and without missing any arms or legs.
The value of this trait definitely exceeded 100 Demon Slaying Points.
Carrying a pleasant mood, Lin Chen very quickly fell into a deep sleep.
A night of good dreams.
The next morning, Lin Chen still felt somewhat unaccustomed.
After all, he'd only transmigrated less than a week ago, and just staying in the Demon Slayer world alone was four days.
Instead, after returning, he felt somewhat unaccustomed to student life in the high-martial world.
It was like during normal school time, taking four days off, then returning to school where everything felt off.
Still jogging to school.
Today was the second preliminary test. His predecessor had participated in the first preliminary test a month ago. At that time, his breathing technique and swordsmanship were both still LV1, so his results were naturally quite average.
Z City First Martial Arts High School had 3,000 students, with nearly 2,000 in martial arts classes.
His predecessor's first preliminary test ranking was over 1,300. This result was quite average.
In the whole school, it was lower-middle tier.
Going down a few hundred more places, that was people with average family circumstances who were purely coasting through their days.
"But this time is different."
Lin Chen couldn't help but show a smile.
Just thinking about what was about to happen, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased and want to laugh.
No one disliked showing off in front of others.
Much less during the student period. Lin Chen considered himself not some natural-born saint.
He was just an ordinary mundane person.