Chapter 939

A moment ago they were still complaining whether the commerce association's higher-ups had water in their brains, actually using a teleportation array to transport fake hair; even using livestock would feel like a loss.

But the next second, it turned out three top-grade spirit stones for one piece of fake hair.

The group stood outside Tianhong Guan, completely dazed, looking with complex eyes at the Space Ring in their sight.

What the hell is inside this thing, fake hair? Not medicinal pills? What kind of fake hair could be worth three top-grade spirit stones each?

But before the few could come to their senses, a middle-aged man in Dao Yi Shengdi attire walked out from the city, wearing on his head a mismatched... straw hat?

"Heiyan Commerce Association's?"

The middle-aged man walked up to the person leading the group; hearing this, that person replied respectfully.

"This humble Chen Li greets you, sir."

Heiyan Commerce Association depends on Dao Yi Shengdi, so upon seeing a Dao Yisheng Sect steward, they are naturally extremely respectful.

But the next second, the middle-aged man's words left Chen Li stunned.

"This batch of goods, the holy land wants; give it to me."

"Huh??? But sir, this contains fake............"

"I know, it's exactly this thing I want."

"Huh???"

Chen Li was truly dumbfounded; a grand holy land wanting fake hair—what for? What use does this thing have?

But since Dao Yi Shengdi had spoken, he naturally dared not disobey, and could only obediently hand over the fake hair.

After receiving the Space Ring, the middle-aged man curled his lips into a smile, then turned and left; as for Chen Li and his group, they remained utterly bewildered.

Holy lands naturally have their privileges; for example, the Ten Merchant Guilds almost all depend on the Three Holy Lands.

Therefore, when fake hair from the various merchant guilds arrived one after another, the first priority was naturally to supply it to the holy lands.

As for other forces, they could only wait a bit longer; only after the holy lands were satisfied would it be their turn.

The fake hair from the Ten Merchant Guilds arrived at Tianhong Guan in batches, but it was still not enough.

Not to mention anything else, just adding up the disciples of the Three Holy Lands exceeds two million.

Yunluo Holy Land has a million disciples; Yaochi Holy Land is slightly fewer but still around six to seven hundred thousand; Dao Yisheng Holy Land has the fewest, but still about four hundred thousand.

So this amount of fake hair is completely insufficient.

As the battle progressed, Sun Ming's medicinal pills could be said to have completely opened up sales channels.

And this also led to an increasing number of bald-headed disciples.

"Shī xiōng, didn't you say you weren't going to take it?"

"What can be done? The injuries are too severe; not taking it is impossible."

"What about the hair?"

"Never mind that; let it air dry for now, and if it really won't work, just get a fake hairpiece."

Many disciples' hair hasn't grown out yet, and after taking another pill, they become even balder.

Fake hair, fake hair, still lacking fake hair.

The Ten Merchant Guilds went all out, producing fake hair all over Zhongzhou, continuously shipping it to Tianhong Guan.

Now, not only the commerce association's stewards, but even the ordinary women responsible for making the fake hair are full of doubt.

"Strange, why do the immortals need so much fake hair?"

"Yeah, isn't there a major war going on up front? So why do they keep demanding fake hair?"

"Ying Sao, your son didn't join the army, did he? Does fighting a war really need fake hair?"

"Probably not; I've never heard of such a thing before."

These ordinary women naturally have little contact with immortals; even if they do, it's usually just some loose cultivators.

But in their understanding, even when secular nations wage war, they wouldn't use fake hair.

But why, in this immortals' great war, is the demand for fake hair so huge?

This war is really strange— they don't want anything else, only fake hair has become a hot commodity.

"Alright, stop guessing; let's get busy— don't you want to earn a bit more money?"

"Of course we do."

"Speaking of which, the wages offered by the sir this time are really outrageous."

"Then hurry up and make more; once we pass this village, there won't be this shop anymore."

"Okay."

To speed up progress, the various merchant guilds really put in the effort, even doubling the wages for these women.

This made everyone ecstatic.

It's practically a great opportunity to make money; thus many women worked overtime, and even some elders wanted to join in.

It's a pity they don't know how, and there's no time to teach them now, so they can only give up.

Nowadays, any household that happens to have a woman who can make fake hair is absolutely a hot commodity.

"You, tell me— you know how to embroider, but why can't you make fake hair? Do you know the current wage? Ten strings of cash per piece."

Some elders said with a sullen face, while their wives also gritted their teeth unwillingly.

"Who knew this fake hair would suddenly become popular? Clearly, embroidery used to be more lucrative."

"Sigh.......... such a great opportunity."

If this opportunity could fix me, I wouldn't even need to defy heaven and change my fate; renovating the house would be more than enough.

I heard that at the village entrance, Old Zhang's wife worked only three days and immediately bought a cow, making the couple green with envy.

But there's nothing to be done; the merchant guilds demand immediate proficiency, with no time for you to learn.

Besides the various merchant guilds, numerous dynasties also cooperated, recruiting people who can make fake hair, regardless of gender.

In a short time, throughout the Human Race's territory, wigs simply became all the rage.

Inside Tianhong Guan, the senior leaders of the various merchant guilds each gathered together.

"How are the statistics?"

"President, judging by the current total amount, it should be saturated."

"Saturated? Hehe, impossible, these wigs are consumables right now."

"Consumables?"

"Yes, keep speeding up production; we'll likely have to attack again tomorrow."

"Huh???"

Hearing this, that elder still didn't fully understand, but since the president had already spoken, he could only carry it out.

The production of wigs hasn't stopped; on the contrary, it's become even faster.

All this is because wigs are completely not durable.

To become a merchant guild president, if you aren't far-sighted, you can't even keep up with eating hot shit.

So although wigs have been arriving continuously, they now appear to have reached saturation, but in reality, this is only the present.

Before tomorrow's battle, could ordinary wigs possibly withstand that terrifying battle aftermath? Probably not; even a slight movement would be enough to vaporize them directly.

Therefore, the demand for wigs is still far from sufficient, at least before the great war ends.

Here, the Ten Merchant Guilds' predictions were surprisingly unanimous; meanwhile, on the other side, the Undying Race, at this moment a host of Undying Great Emperors, were gazing down at an Undying Race powerhouse below.

This Undying Race powerhouse is the Valley Master of Curse Valley.

Curse Valley is not a holy land of the Undying Race, but at this moment the host of Undying Great Emperors have summoned it, for they have finally devised a way to deal with the Human Race.

One of the Undying Great Emperors, with a solemn expression, looked toward the Curse Valley Valley Master and said:

"Leave this matter to you, Curse Valley—no problem, right?"

"Rest assured, Great Emperor; as long as we can obtain those humans' hair, my Curse Valley can definitely curse them to death—after all, this is the very foundation of my Curse Valley."