I Have Infinite Skill Points

"Fuck—"

Suddenly, a roar interrupted Wang Lan, who was deep in thought. Hurriedly flipping off the bed and putting on slippers, Wang Lan opened the door.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" He Jing, clutching a pillow, furiously threw it at the couch over and over.

Wang Lan looked dumbfounded at He Jing, then turned to Ming Guodong, who was standing beside him with a look of helplessness, "What's wrong with him? Got cucked?"

"Piss off! How could that be possible when I don't even have a girl? Wang Lan, do you know that the graduation rank for Spiritual Engraving just went up by two levels?"

Wang Lan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "I... know."

"How do you know?" He Jing had thought Wang Lan would leap up just as excitedly as he was and then curse the school for being out of their minds. Then the two could huddle together and wail.

But... Wang Lan's reaction shattered the image in his mind like a mirror.

"If even you know about it, why wouldn't I?"

"It's not that. Aren't you always the one who is oblivious to the outside world, focusing only on reading the wise books? Normally you're as cut off from news as a caveman. So how come you're so well-informed now?"

"When it comes to my personal interests, I'm not that cut off!"

"ARGH—" He Jing howled to the sky again. "Spirit Engraving, it's already tough enough to pass Level Four. Level Six Spirit Engraving... just thinking about it is horrifying!"

"We're just freshmen, so it's better for us. As long as we study a little harder and stay on top of our academics, there's still hope to pass Level Six. You have to think about the third and fourth-year seniors; they're the ones who are truly miserable."

"True. A lot of the seniors haven't even passed Level Four, and they're still practicing hard just to graduate. Even worse are those who've already passed Level Four—hahahaha! They thought they could rest easy after passing Level Four. Now, they have to pass another two levels. Thinking about them, for some reason, my mood suddenly got a lot better."

"Quick, open up the campus forum. It's in an uproar! But I heard that this decision came straight from Eld Di's mouth. This time, the petition is probably going to sink like a stone in the sea."

"Right, why would Eld Di make such a sudden decision? There was no sign of it before, was there?" He Jing asked Wang Lan curiously, a look that made Wang Lan feel somewhat guilty.

"Why are you looking at me? How would I know? Eld Di must have his reasons for making such a decision."

"I heard it was because of a suggestion from a student. There were some seniors there at the time. One student apparently mentioned something about increasing the number of Spiritual Engraving Masters or something similar. The people present didn't hear clearly, so they don't know the details."

"Anyway, regardless, if the person who made that suggestion is found out, what do you think will happen to them?"

In an instant, Wang Lan's mind conjured an image: himself frantically running through the campus, pursued by a dense, swarming crowd of fellow students. "Wang Lan, you scoundrel! It's all your fault I have to take two more levels!" "I haven't even passed Level Four, and you've doomed me to take Level Six, you inhuman bastard!" "Beast, die!"

Wang Lan shuddered. He absolutely couldn't let this leak out. If it did, he would indeed be beaten to death, right?

Wang Lan returned to his dorm and opened the campus forum. As expected, the hot topic was the increase in the required level for the Spiritual Engraving exam, and the debate was intense. However, some rational students analyzed that the school had suddenly made this decision because Spiritual Engraving had become a national asset.

Although the specific reasons were unknown, it was certain that the country needed Spiritual Engraving Masters—and the more, the better. The previous requirement to pass Level Four was for the inheritance of Star Martial Skills. Therefore, the requirement to pass Level Six was not just for inheritance anymore. Because imprinting Star Martial Skills onto a Soul Bead also counts as a form of inheritance. Compared to imprinting them directly into someone's mind, the fundamental difference isn't large, but the difficulty is doubled.

「The next day, Wang Lan cautiously got through the day.」

Fortunately, no one had paid attention to Wang Lan at the time. Even the seniors who had heard Eld Di's words on the spot didn't remember what Wang Lan looked like.

「By three in the afternoon, Wang Lan took out his laptop on time.」

He opened the Xiao Ai software, and a map was quickly displayed. On the Modu City map, a red dot was flashing continuously.

Wang Lan hastily called Ming Baiye and ran to the school gate. Just five minutes after he had arrived at the gate, a Tianjian Bureau car stopped beside him.

"Get in. Where is it?" Ming Baiye asked urgently.

"The Soul Bead traded this time is shown to be at Dongling Cemetery... Weird. Could this black market's base be in a graveyard? That's fucking creative! But it is indeed quite secretive. Cemeteries are usually deserted, especially at night. If they hold their meetings amongst the graves, they really don't have to worry about being reported."

Their car, along with a dozen others, got on the elevated highway and swiftly headed towards the Dongling District.

Modu City is a super metropolis. Ever since the era of the Jade Country dynasty, Modu City has been the alternative capital of the Jade Country. With the Yangtze River as the boundary, the northern and southern capitals even have separate central systems in operation.

Therefore, the prosperity of Modu City has a deep historical foundation.

Modu City has a permanent population of seventeen million. Nearly twenty million people are packed into such a cramped Modu, which just goes to show how incredibly densely populated it is.

This density of population is precisely what has led to every inch of land in Modu City being worth its weight in gold.

Not only do the living need to buy houses to reside in, but even the dead need to purchase their own spots. The price of a burial plot, just one square meter, soared to two to three hundred thousand yuan.

Outrageous? It is outrageous, indeed. But as the developers argued, the average housing price in Modu City is around eighty thousand yuan, and that's for residential properties. You can't build apartment buildings on burial plots. The deceased deserve to be laid to rest peacefully, not suspended mid-air, right? So, what you're buying is land area. Sell one square meter, and that's one less square meter available. If you're not willing to pay, you can go to state-designated public cemeteries, which are much cheaper.

Therefore, whether for convenience or to showcase filial piety, there are always plenty of fools with more money than sense. The few commercial cemeteries in Modu City almost always sell out as soon as they hit the market. There's speculation in real estate, chestnuts, and gold, but speculation in graves in Modu City is truly a spectacle to behold.

Cemeteries even have property management on regular days! Actually, they're just gravekeepers. But to keep up with the trend, they're now called property management.

After the Tianjian Bureau agents presented their identification and explained their purpose, the gravekeeper allowed them entry without a second thought.

Entering the cemetery, the landscaping was quite well done. It was an endless expanse of tombstones, with an unobstructed view.

"Wang Lan, are you sure you're not mistaken? This place doesn't look like their main base at all."

Wang Lan looked at the coordinates on his computer. "There's no mistake. Even if this isn't their main base, the batch of Soul Beads I sold must be here."

Following the map's guidance, the group arrived in front of a very impressive tomb. A small, Western-style building was constructed on top of the tomb, with an unmarked tombstone outside it.

"The Soul Beads are in the tomb," Wang Lan said, pointing to the grave.

"Open the grave!" Ming Baiye commanded. His Tianjian Bureau subordinates immediately got to work. An Earth Attribute Star Martial Warrior instantly activated Earth Dragon Surge, causing the land within a ten-meter radius of the grave to undulate like waves. In a short while, whatever was buried beneath the soil was churned up.

From beneath the dirt, three massive safes slowly rose.

"Huh? Quite creative, hiding things in a grave. Even grave robbers wouldn't come to a modern cemetery, right?" Ming Baiye revealed a smile upon seeing the safes.

These safes could withstand even a bomb without damage. But to a Star Martial Warrior, safes are nothing but a joke.

A Star Martial Warrior sneered as he approached one safe. He lightly pressed his palm on it, and the alloy steel safe melted as if it had encountered strong acid. In the blink of an eye, the safe door turned into a puddle of iron on the ground.

"What the hell? Spongy Bone Palm?"

"'Spongy Bone Palm? This is Melting. Zhang's Innate Ability is Melting. His hand can melt anything in the world; whatever it touches will disintegrate,' Ming Baiye explained.

"What if it's not touched by his hand?"

"Then it's fine."

The safe was packed with small drawers. Ming Baiye stepped forward, pulled out a drawer, and inside, it was filled with densely packed Soul Beads. Just one drawer held at least two hundred Soul Beads. Judging by the size of the safe, it must have hundreds of drawers, right?

There were some gaps at the top. This was probably because the mastermind behind the scenes had been adding drawers over time to reach this scale. In that case, there must be tens of thousands of Soul Beads in this safe.

My goodness! Even if there were fifty thousand Soul Beads, with three safes, that's at least one hundred and fifty thousand. Even if sold at half-price on the market, they'd be worth nearly ten billion! And that's calculating the price as if all of them were common Soul Beads. But, as everyone knows, common Soul Beads are expensive but worthless compared to medium and high-quality ones. On the black market, the real volume of transactions is mostly in medium and high-quality Soul Beads.

Ming Baiye quickly had his subordinates open the other two safes. As expected, his guess was confirmed. Though fewer in number, most of the Soul Beads in these safes were medium-quality, with a few possessing special attributes.

There were so many Soul Beads that even the seasoned experts of the Tianjian Bureau couldn't help but breathe more heavily. It wasn't just about the monetary value of these Soul Beads; with so many, they could cultivate several masters to the Galaxy Stage.

Fortunately, Wang Lan remained relatively calm. To him, Soul Beads were only valuable for skill points and replenishing Star Power. And whether they were medium or low quality, they all counted for just one point. This was actually quite unfair.

In the past, Wang Lan had even traded a medium-quality Soul Bead for one hundred common Soul Beads. But now, even trading couldn't satisfy his Glutton-like demand for skill points.

Only by completing missions could he sustain his demand for skills.

Destroying the Soul Bead black market warehouse. Reward: 10,000 Experience Points, 1,000 Skill Points.

The system's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

At the same moment Ming Baiye found the Soul Beads, Xiao Qing, who was in an unknown location, was jolted awake by an alarm. He scrambled off his lover and dashed towards the computer.

Upon seeing the warehouse alarm triggered, with a red warning level displayed on the computer, Xiao Qing collapsed.

This warning level didn't just mean the warehouse had been touched; it meant it had been dug up and the safes opened.

How could someone have discovered it, so well hidden? How could it have been found? What went wrong? Where was the mistake?

Suddenly, Xiao Qing remembered that just recently, a batch of Soul Beads had been deposited in the warehouse. Could it be those Soul Beads were the problem? It must be, it must be! Chen Xiaoping, you dared to betray me!

Xiao Qing couldn't imagine that every one of those Soul Beads had been rigorously tested by professionals to ensure they were problem-free before being sent to the warehouse. He only knew there was an issue with the warehouse, and he needed to vent his fury.