Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 7 Storage Bag

"A money bag? Heh, more or less, but it can hold much more than a money bag. Even the lowest grade can hold several hundred kilograms of coins."

Old Mo laughed heartily as he spoke.

Mo Yuming was quite surprised, and after some questioning, he finally gained a clear understanding of storage bags:

The extradimensional storage bag should more accurately be called an extradimensional space storage bag. It's not an ordinary pocket because there's a small extradimensional space inside.

The size of this space depends on the maker's skill and the materials used. It is roughly divided into three levels: low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade. The lowest grade ranges from two or three feet square to several tens of feet in diameter for the highest grade.

Due to differences in quality, the internal space of interdimensional storage bags varies greatly, resulting in significant price differences. To better differentiate the quality of storage bags, manufacturers and users within the industry have jointly developed a standard to distinguish the grades of interdimensional storage bags.

Low-grade storage bags with less than three feet of internal space cost around 500 gold coins. Bags with less than six feet of internal space cost around 2,000 gold coins.

Storage bags with a storage space of less than one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) cost around 10,000 gold coins; storage bags with an internal space of more than one zhang but less than five zhang are considered mid-grade storage bags, priced between 10,000 and 100,000 gold coins. Storage bags with a storage space of five to ten zhang are considered high-grade storage bags, priced as high as one million gold coins.

Above high-grade storage bags are classified as graded storage treasures, which are further divided into rare, holy, and divine grades.

Storage treasures of this grade are no longer limited to the shape of a bag; they can be bracelets, belts, or other ornaments.

These storage treasures, even the lowest grade of rare items, have a storage space of at least a hundred feet, while the sacred items have a storage space of at least a thousand feet.

As for the legendary divine-grade storage treasure, its storage space is astonishingly large, reportedly spanning dozens of miles.

This grade of interdimensional storage bag has broken the limitation that it cannot hold living things. It can not only hold gold and valuables, but also birds and beasts. The top-grade divine storage treasure is said to be able to hold mountains and rivers to form a small world!

Even the most precious storage treasures with a storage space of around 100 zhang (approximately 33 meters) cost at least tens of millions of gold coins. As for treasures of the Saint grade or higher, they are basically priceless, existing only in legends, and no one has ever seen them.

(Gold shells are the standard circulating currency in this world. They are called gold shells because they resemble a small scallop. In addition to gold shells, there are also silver shells, bronze shells and iron shells.)

The conversion standard between them was as follows: one copper cowrie shell was equivalent to ten iron cowrie shells, one silver cowrie shell was equivalent to ten copper cowrie shells, and one gold cowrie shell was equivalent to one hundred silver cowrie shells and ten thousand iron cowrie shells. Therefore, one gold cowrie shell was very valuable in this world; typically, an average family of four would only spend two or three gold cowrie shells a year.

Ordinary storage bags can hold anything except living animals. No matter how big or heavy the object is, as long as its volume is smaller than the extradimensional space inside the storage bag, it can be put into the bag.

Moreover, the storage bag won't become heavy even if it's filled with heavy items. Even if the bag is full of a mountain, you can easily carry it with you without affecting your daily life in the slightest.

Storage bags also have another important function: they can keep the items inside fresh. Even the most perishable items can be kept in their original state for a long time once they are put in a bag, making them a super-duper food storage box.

Mo Yuming was astonished as he weighed the leather bag in his hand, never expecting that such a small bag could contain such profound secrets. It not only overturned his previous arbitrary view that the world was technologically backward, but also completely overturned his knowledge and expertise in physics, chemistry, Newton's definitions, and the law of conservation of energy that he had mastered and mastered on Earth.

Unimaginable! What would happen if such an extradimensional storage bag appeared on Earth? Even the most basic storage bag would cause a major upheaval in the academic world, attracting far more attention and interest than wormholes or black holes. Not to mention the advanced and legendary treasure-level storage artifacts.

The thought of wormholes and black holes made Mo Yuming wonder if his soul had been transported to this world through some supernatural hole.

And then, in a wild and imaginative way, he wondered what it would feel like to control such a hole and travel back and forth between Earth and this unknown world. If possible, should he first bring something from here to Earth, or bring something from Earth here? Or…

Just as Mo Yuming was lost in thought, Old Master Mo, who had initially seen him sitting there motionless with dazed eyes, assumed he was pondering something and continued sipping his tea without disturbing him. But seeing that he hadn't come to his senses for a long time, he couldn't help but call out:

"Hey, bro, bro!..."

"Oh!...I...that..."

Mo Yuming was startled awake by the old man and realized he had been lost in thought. He felt a little embarrassed and was speechless for a moment.

"Is there something you want to say? Or..."

"I...want...that...leather bag..."

Mo Yuming dared not reveal that he had just been daydreaming, and not knowing what to say, he blurted out some things he didn't even understand in his haste. In his heart, however, he was thinking, "I know nothing, whatever you say is what I want to know."

"Grandpa... the man in black, Grandpa's arm is bleeding... I... the wolf head pattern... it hurts, ah!"

Mo Yuming suddenly recalled the scene of falling off the cliff, which caused him a headache.

"If you can't remember, then don't think about it. Your head injury hasn't fully healed yet! There's plenty of time later."

Seeing this, Old Mo quickly offered words of comfort.

"I seem to remember that my grandfather fell off a cliff while holding me. It seems like he was shot down by men in black... that's how it happened."

Mo Yuming recounted the fragmented memories that had surfaced in his mind.

"You mean, your grandfather also fell into the canyon with you? And was shot down by the people dressed in black?"

This is the heart of the Monster Mountain Range, the border between two continents. The terrain is treacherous, and there is no human habitation for hundreds of miles. Old Man Mo naturally knew that a child of a few years old could not possibly have come to this place without family by his side.

Mo Yuming nodded.

"Don't worry, if your grandfather really did fall off the cliff, he'll definitely be in the canyon. I'll go search again tomorrow. I'm sure I'll find something."

Old Mo comforted him, but there were some things he couldn't say aloud: of those who fell from the canyon, only one in a hundred would survive.

The vast majority were either blasted to pieces by the Thunder Barrier within the Misty Illusion Array, or smashed to pieces, leaving them completely mangled.

Even if it wasn't smashed to pieces, it would quickly be devoured by wild animals. If it had actually fallen, after so much time, there wouldn't even be any bone fragments left.

Seeing him fiddling with the bag in his hand, Old Mo assumed he wanted to know what was inside but was too embarrassed to open it, so he smiled and said:

"Do you want to know what's in the bag? Or...?"

Mo Yuming nodded haphazardly to indicate his agreement. But inwardly he thought: I've wanted to know what's inside for ages. If it weren't for politeness, I would have emptied everything out long ago.

"I don't know what's inside. It's yours; you can open it and look anytime!"

Old Mo smiled and said that he was also very curious about what strange and wonderful treasures were in the bag.

Mo Yuming immediately began fiddling with the leather bag in his hand.

"..."

Seeing Mo Yuming frantically disassembling the leather bag in his hands, Old Master Mo felt both distressed and annoyed. He thought to himself, "What a spendthrift! A priceless, high-grade storage bag is being treated like a rag doll in his hands." He couldn't help but ask:

"Don't you know how to use the interdimensional storage bag?"

"I forgot!..."

Mo Yuming deliberately feigned a helpless expression. Inwardly, however, he found it amusing: "I've never even seen one before, how could I possibly know how to use it!"

"It seems you have indeed lost a lot of your memory! Actually, the method of using the interdimensional storage bag is very simple. You just need to control it with your own thoughts. By meditating and injecting your consciousness into the storage bag, you can control it."

For example, if I don't remember what's in the bag and want to check it, I can meditate that I have already opened the storage bag in front of me, or imagine that my consciousness has entered the storage bag and is standing among the objects inside.

Then the images of all the objects in the storage bag will flash in your mind. If you want to take something out, imagine that you have already taken it in your hand or moved it outside. Then the object will be moved out of the storage bag and appear in your hand or next to you.

Similarly, if you want to put an object into your storage bag, you can first find a suitable place to put the object inside the bag, and then use your mind to move it into the bag...

While explaining to Mo Yuming in detail, Old Mo also took out his storage bag and used the tea set on the wooden table to demonstrate, putting the tea set on the table into the bag and then taking it out again.

Mo Yuming saw clearly and listened carefully, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the storage bag in his hand.

Seeing that Mo Yuming had struggled for a long time without being able to open the storage bag in his hand, Old Mo frowned and said:

"Logically, this shouldn't be the case, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Mo Yuming asked, puzzled.

"Unless this storage bag isn't yours. Logically, there are only two situations in which you might not be able to open it: one is that it doesn't belong to you, because storage bags of intermediate and higher levels all have the function of recognizing their owner."

Under normal circumstances, only its owner can use it, and others cannot use it unless the original owner has died or voluntarily relinquishes the right to use it.

Because this is a high-level storage bag, it cannot be opened unless the original owner is dead.

Therefore, the fact that you cannot open it under these circumstances can only mean that the storage bag belongs to another owner, and that the owner of the storage bag is still alive.

Since this storage bag isn't yours, it's very likely your grandfather's, and your grandfather might not be dead, but based on your description, this shouldn't be the case..."

"Grandpa, why did you determine that this bag is most likely mine, or my grandpa's, and not someone else's?"

Although Mo Yuming liked the storage bag in his hand very much, he felt that it was a bit far-fetched for Old Master Mo to believe that the bag belonged to him.

It would make sense if the bag was something he brought with him, but since Old Mo said it wasn't found on him but picked up from the ground next to him, that doesn't quite add up. Furthermore, the original owner's remaining memories don't include this detail.

Old Mo seemed to have anticipated this question, and after taking a sip of tea, he calmly replied:

"Based on your previous recollections, there's a high probability that this storage bag belongs to your grandfather."

First, storage bags are valuable and rare items; most people can hardly even own a basic storage bag.

Although there are more than seventy people in the entire Valley of Heartbreak, only a few people have storage bags, and more than 90% of the storage bags are low-level. Only one person has a mid-level storage bag, and I know all of them.

The storage bag in your hand is likely a high-level one. Such extradimensional storage bags are not only extremely rare in our canyon, but also extremely rare on the two outer continents! Therefore, this storage bag doesn't belong to anyone else in the canyon.

Secondly, the tattered clothes you were wearing also had a wolf head pattern on them, just like the one on this storage bag.

This doesn't completely prove that the storage bag is definitely yours, because normally you're still young, and unless there are special circumstances, there's no need for you to have such a high-end storage bag.

Unless your background is very special, this at least proves that this storage bag has a close relationship with you.

Third, the Valley of Heartbreak is a secluded paradise unknown to outsiders. An unparalleled cloud-condensing illusion array is set above the entire valley, separating it from the outside world.

Looking down from the top of the canyon cliffs, the cliffs are thousands of feet high, their rock walls incredibly steep, as if cleaved by a knife and axe. At the bottom of the canyon lies a deathly place shrouded in thick, ever-present miasma.

Furthermore, the canyon is surrounded by countless lightning-resistant arrays on the cliff walls, forming a protective barrier against lightning strikes. Whether outsiders attempt to enter the canyon or people inside try to climb out, they will be struck by lightning.

As far as I know, the only way for outsiders to enter the canyon is to jump off the cliff on the east side and the slope on the west side, with even that having less than a sliver of hope of survival.

There are only two kinds of people who dare to jump off these two sheer cliffs: one is someone who has experienced a major accident, has lost all will to live, and wants to seek liberation by jumping off the cliff;

One possibility is that someone was being chased by enemies and, with nowhere to escape, was knocked off a cliff, or, unwilling to be killed or captured by their enemies, had no choice but to jump off a cliff. Of course, another possibility is that they accidentally fell.

Of those who fell from above, only a very small number survived.

And you are the one I found below the cliff, the first living person to fall from there in nearly ten years, and the first child to fall from there in hundreds of years.

Therefore, I believe this storage bag must have fallen into the canyon with you. It's unlikely to be such a coincidence if it weren't yours.

Fourth, although I have not been in contact with the outside world for more than seventy years and do not know what the situation is like outside, nor do I know what this wolf head pattern represents, its production process shows that its origin is by no means ordinary and it is not something that ordinary people can use.

Only powerful families, nobles, or overlords who wield significant influence on the mainland could afford to add unique markings to their personal belongings! Based on your memory and the markings on your clothing.

Therefore, this storage bag most likely belongs to your grandfather or a close relative. At the very least, it proves that this storage bag has a very close relationship with you.