Chapter 302: Strictly Speaking, You Are No Longer Human

With Shang Chuan and Diana stepping in, Lan Qingyou no longer had to worry about the construction of the Witches' Forest at all.

Especially Diana.

She had studied city planning and was a witch herself.

The brilliant suggestions and architectural concepts proposed by someone of her caliber struck a perfect chord in Lan Qingyou's heart.

So, she simply dumped all these responsibilities onto her plate.

It did not matter how they went about it. She had already provided the witches with a habitat, thereby fulfilling her duties as the Clan Head.

There was no need to shackle herself with endless administrative burdens.

Thus, after dropping everything into Diana's lap, Lan Qingyou flew back to her habitat, leaving her assistant staring blankly in sheer bewilderment.

"Clan Head, what about those rare materials!"

Lan Qingyou waved her hand without looking back. Her departure looked somewhat dashing, yet entirely like a desperate escape.

Well.

To be exact, it was a desperate escape.

Working day in and day out, Lan Qingyou felt like an overworked pack mule.

Are you kidding? It was one thing to be a wage slave back on Blue Star with only a middle school diploma, but now that she had been forcibly transmigrated to another world and was still working like a dog, wasn't this forced transmigration completely in vain?

It was with this mentality that Lan Qingyou returned to her Shelter and began researching the items she had recently acquired one by one.

Of course.

When she said items, she mainly meant the premium treasures.

Examples included Cthuya's tears, Jörmungandr's blood, the Platinum Dragon King's blood, and so on...

After all, the ordinary loot was not worth her attention; studying them would merely be a waste of time.

Cthuya's tears were incredibly fascinating.

Through her secluded research, Lan Qingyou discovered that aside from the trivial drawback of being highly corrosive, these tears were essentially an omnipotent additive.

Whether incorporated into standard potions or magic potions, mixed into drawing ink, or used as a bonding agent for crafting golems, it provided a significant boost to the final product's quality.

This realization deepened her understanding of the tears and sparked numerous ideas for new applications.

Its use in brewing potions and magic potions, in particular, could elevate her concoctions to an entirely unprecedented tier.

This naturally made Lan Qingyou cherish the 'Big-Eyed Cutie' imprisoned in her Basement even more.

Thus, once she concluded her initial research, she immediately headed down to the Basement. There, she found the 'Big-Eyed Cutie' shriveled up like a raisin, flanked by two basic golems and the dozen syringes she had left behind upon her last departure.

Ten of those syringes were brimming with liquid, while another was halfway filled.

"Hmm... did I go a bit too far?"

Lan Qingyou muttered softly, glancing from the shriveled raisin to the liquid inside the upright syringes.

Despite her verbal sympathy, her mind was busy calculating exactly how many tears this Big-Eyed Cutie could reliably produce per day.

From the time she had returned until now, the creature had only managed to fill ten and a half syringes. This meant its regenerative capabilities were not quite as formidable as she had imagined.

"Oh! I know!"

A brilliant idea suddenly struck her.

She retrieved a high-grade Magic Power Potion and poured it directly over the shriveled mass. Instantly, the Big-Eyed Cutie reacted as if jolted by electricity, frantically absorbing the liquid trickling over its body.

Afterward, it looked marginally less dehydrated.

After all, despite being a high-grade Magic Power Potion, the amount it restored was nothing but a drop in the bucket compared to the creature's immense Mana Points.

That was correct.

Since the Big-Eyed Cutie's recovery was directly tied to its Magic Power, Lan Qingyou had just tested the potion on it, and the results proved highly effective.

This meant she could easily brew potions to accelerate its recovery, extract its tears, administer more potions, and extract again in an endless, sustainable cycle.

Furthermore, two golems extracting simultaneously seemed a bit too ruthless.

She would remove one to ensure the creature remained in a relatively healthy state.

After all, beyond serving as her personal material factory, this entity was also the primary Magic Power supplier for both the Sealing Magic array and the massive magical barrier outside.

She had previously told Diana that the immense Magic Power reserves came from combining the Spring of Rest with the Salt of the Sun.

In reality, however, the immense amplification of the spring water's Magic Power heavily relied on this creature's continuous contribution.

Thus, Lan Qingyou deactivated one of the golems, collected the full syringes, and swapped them out with ten brand-new ones she had recently ordered.

Given the highly corrosive nature of the tears, they had to undergo a rigorous 'cleansing' process before they could be used safely.

Naturally, this posed no real challenge to Lan Qingyou.

Throwing together a neutralizing Alchemy Array would easily solve the problem. It was child's play.

Compared to Cthuya's tears, however, Jörmungandr's blood proved to be far more bizarre and sinister.

No matter what it touched, this substance would immediately pollute it.

No matter what it touched, this substance would immediately pollute it.

This corruption was vastly different from the mere 'corrosion' of the tears. In fact, it was infinitely more destructive.

No matter what experimental materials Lan Qingyou exposed it to, the blood directly stripped away their properties, reducing them to dull, gray, and entirely useless blanks.

Simply put, it completely corrupted something 'useful' into something utterly 'useless'.

But that did not matter.

As terrifyingly potent as this substance appeared, Lan Qingyou already had a solution in mind.

Although she had no idea how those losers from the 505 Formation had managed to process it, she had an excellent consultant at her fingertips.

Tower: "@Lovers, how do you handle Jörmungandr's blood?"

Exactly.

If it was useless, then so be it. Lan Qingyou shamelessly chose to cheat.

Are you kidding? Why rack her brains when there was already a ready-made answer available? Copying the solution directly was hardly anything to be ashamed of.

After all, facilitating such exchanges of knowledge was exactly what the Tarot Manor was for.

Lovers: "@Tower, diluting it with human blood won't have any problems."

Tower: "Will monster blood not work?"

Lovers: "Monster blood will just get corrupted too."

Tower: "I see. In that case, using my own blood should be perfectly fine."

Lovers: "Uh... strictly speaking, that might actually be a problem. After all, you are no longer human."

Tower: "..."

Frena made an extremely valid point. Lan Qingyou could no longer be classified as human; after all, she had completely evolved into a witch of the Witch Clan.

But would it really not work?

Refusing to give up so easily, Lan Qingyou stubbornly tested it with her own blood. To her dismay, she found that Frena was absolutely correct.

Her precious Origin Witch blood was instantly 'burned away' the moment it made contact with Jörmungandr's blood.

This realization completely shattered Lan Qingyou's composure.

Was this a joke? Did this corrupted sludge have any idea of the sheer value and purity behind the title of Origin Witch? Yet, it vanished in a split second.

Did this imply that Jörmungandr's lifeform hierarchy was inherently superior to that of an Origin Witch? Or was it simply a matter of a higher baseline level?

Unacceptable. She absolutely refused to accept this!

Although right now, Lan Qingyou had no immediate way to enhance her own existence other than engaging in combat and leveling up.

The top priority, however, was figuring out how to process this troublesome blood.

Left with no other viable options, Lan Qingyou scratched her head in frustration and reluctantly stepped back out of her Shelter.