An old man passing by, carrying his cloth bag, stared at the stones in Tongsu's backpack, examined them carefully, and then curled his lip in disdain.

Where did this country bumpkin come from?

Did she think these shiny stones were some kind of treasure? They're just remnants of an exploding mineral planet swallowed by a black hole. They're so heavy that even giving them away for free would be too much for her, yet she picked them up so carefully!

Forget it, why should he care what she does? Resources are limited. If one more family starves, we'll have one less competitor...

Little did the old man know that in the distance, Tong Su was examining the ore fragments in her palm with bright eyes, and then solemnly put them into her backpack.

Frosty Black Stone!

Back in Bai Tong's cultivation world, there were so many precious refining ores that were hard to find even in the cities of rogue cultivators, yet here there are so many fragments!

People still treated them like ordinary roadside stones, which was really—

To waste such a precious resource.

The power that runs in the cultivation world is spiritual energy, which is not available in this interstellar world, but there are energy stones here. Tong Su had a flash of inspiration when she saw the mineral fragments on the ground.

If the energy that powers magical artifacts is replaced with energy stones instead of spiritual power, could the artifact crafting techniques of the cultivation world also be used in this world?

In this interstellar world, technological weapons are extremely expensive. She is not good at scientific research and cannot create technological weapons.

However, if one can forge magical artifacts, even just exceptionally sharp swords or blades, they can sell for a lot of money!

Thinking of this, Tong Su still smiled calmly on her face, but her heart was pounding like a drum as she quickly picked up all sorts of mineral fragments from the ground.

She walked deeper and deeper into the junkyard when suddenly her ears twitched, catching a distant voice: "What junk! It cut my hand, damn it—"

Someone cursed and kicked something away violently, sending it crashing into half of the car door with a loud clang.

Tong Su, with her sharp eyes, recognized it as a long black strip and abruptly stopped in her tracks.

The metal strip that slid down from the car door, shaped like a sword, was emitting a faint aura of energy!

Tong Su's expression didn't change at all. She continued to calmly pick up the trash with her head down. The man, still angry, grabbed a piece of iron and swung it a few times, cutting off a twisted pipe.

"It's quite sharp..."

He muttered to himself, then looked up and saw Tongsu walking towards him, picking up stones.

"Hey, isn't this An'an?"

The man immediately laughed.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties named Lu Wu. He has a greasy demeanor, is bald and has a fat belly. He lives in another dilapidated building not far from the original owner's house.

He was a middle-aged bachelor who had been unable to find a wife. In his anxiety, he set his sights on Yang's mother. Yang's mother concealed her beauty, and he was unaware of this. He simply felt that Yang's mother was the only suitable woman around him.

—Of course there are more suitable ones, such as Yang An'an... Anyway, planet E976-INE86 is barren and desolate, so if I marry both mother and daughter at once, no one will ask any questions.

Thinking of this, Lu Wu's smile became even more eager and lewd.

He waved excitedly to Tongsu: "An'an, why don't you and your mother come to my house for dinner tonight?"

Tong Su said calmly, "What a coincidence, something's going on at school tonight, and my mother has to come with me."

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll go with you! The snow is heavy today, it's very dangerous. Come on, I can protect you—"

The middle-aged man moved closer with an increasingly lewd expression. Tong Su's eyes turned cold, and as he grabbed her arm, she suddenly pinched it and threw him down hard!

"oops!"

Caught off guard, Lu Wu stumbled and fell, his arm throbbing as if a tendon had snapped. He screamed and rolled over, staggering to his feet, glaring viciously at Tong Su: "You little hussy, how dare you hit me—"