Chapter 241

With a wave of her hand, Gu Qing sent threads shooting out one by one.

They stuck all over the wall.

But it was obvious that the threads from her palm didn't cluster together — they were very scattered.

Not a gathered bundle of silk, but strands of just a few threads each.

After all, sweat glands are much finer and can't gather large amounts of fluid in a short time like salivary glands can.

Still, being able to expel it through the skin is pretty good.

Only, why is the color red this time?

"Gu Qing, did you expend blood this time?"

Gu Qing nodded. "Yes. I wanted to convert saliva to produce threads from my hands, but it was very strenuous. Converting blood, on the other hand, was very convenient."

That made sense.

The salivary glands were far from the palms, so it certainly wasn't as quick as converting blood.

But the biggest drainage problem still hadn't been solved.

If spider silk output is too low, it can't replace silkworm silk.

Hearing Zhao Chi's words, Gu Qing laughed and said, "So my lord, all you need is a large output of silk? Then I can have it come out from where it was originally supposed to come out."

Where it was originally supposed to come out?

Zhao Chi couldn't help but start imagining.

Gu Qing gave a slight smile and began to undress directly.

This time, Zhao Chi didn't look away.

He saw Gu Qing drag over a wooden basin.

Squatted down…

Squelch~

Then an extremely large amount of pale yellow spider silk appeared.

And it came out in a neat, thick bundle.

Squelch~ Squelch~ Squelch~

The spider silk grew more and more abundant.

By the time Gu Qing finished, the pale yellow threads she produced filled half a wooden basin.

The output was indeed several times the normal amount.

The talent effect was truly astonishing.

Gu Qing lowered her head to look. "My lord, what should this silk be used for? Surely you wouldn't have me produce silk like this on the battlefield to stick enemies down, right?"

"Of course not."

Zhao Chi walked over, picked up a bundle — it was still warm.

But just like the white silk from earlier, it was extremely sticky, extremely tough, and extremely elastic.

A proper high-strength material.

But to use it as a material, there was still one issue that needed to be confirmed.

"Gu Qing, turn around."

"Huh?"

"Face that way toward the door, and turn back after five seconds."

Gu Qing blinked, not knowing what Zhao Chi wanted to do.

But whatever Zhao Chi said, even if she didn't understand, she would obey.

Gu Qing turned around, taking the opportunity to tidy up the silk on the door and walls.

Seeing this, Zhao Chi quickly brought the yellow silk up to his face and sniffed hard.

There was no smell at all.

That was perfect.

With this, these pale yellow threads could be used entirely as material.

A few seconds later, Gu Qing turned back around with a strange expression.

"My lord, I heard you sniffing…"

Zhao Chi was slightly embarrassed. "

"Don't misunderstand, I don't have any strange quirks — I was just checking the material's condition…"

"Mm, I understand… no odd smell, right?"

"None."

"That's good then…"

After all, once these bodily fluids were converted into silk pulp, even if there was a smell, it would just be the smell of silk pulp.

But for some reason the color hadn't changed.

But there should be a way…

If Gu Qing drank more water, perhaps these pale yellow spider threads could turn pale white too.

Even if the color couldn't be changed, dye could be used to alter it.

In this world, even something black can be perfectly dyed another color with pigment.

It's just that miraculous.

Now that the spider silk's properties had been verified, the next thing to verify was its healing effect.

If that worked too, it would be absolutely perfect.

"Gu Qing, bring me a small knife. I'll cut a wound to test the healing effect—silk pulp should be able to heal too."

Gu Qing shook her head and said, "My lord, there's a better candidate."

Zhao Chi shook his head.

She knew he was talking about Tang Ruan.

"It's fine. Even though Tang Ruan has a talent for masochistic tendencies, I can't just hurt her for no reason, can I?"

Gu Qing said with a smile, "My lord, you're usually so clever—don't be so rigid. If you let Tang Ruan come, you can avoid the pain, and she gets to be satisfied. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

It made sense.

Zhao Chi actually understood that too.

But mainly, he couldn't bear to hurt Tang Ruan.

"Fine, then go call her."

"Yes, my lord~"

Gu Qing twisted her way out the door.

Soon, she came back with a small knife, and behind her followed Tang Ruan with a face full of eager anticipation.

He really didn't know what there was to look forward to about getting hurt.

"My lord, Sister Gu told me. I know you feel bad for me, but there's really no need."

Gu Qing said, "My lord, if you can't bring yourself to do it, you can leave it to me."

"No need, I'll do it. Tang Ruan, come here."

"Okay~"

Tang Ruan happily walked over.

She stretched out her fair, tender little hand.

Zhao Chi gently drew the small knife across it, and a thin red line appeared on her soft skin.

The wound was both small and shallow.

"Ah~"

Tang Ruan let out a soft cry.

Zhao Chi hurriedly asked, "How is it? Does it hurt a lot?"

Gu Qing said helplessly, "My lord~ can't you tell from how pleased that cry sounds?"

Tang Ruan was indeed biting her lower lip, her face full of excitement.

Zhao Chi let out a breath of relief.

"Your turn, Gu Qing."

"No problem. Tang Ruan, hold your hand out toward me."