Chapter 1065: Say the Name, and I

Anthony is a master of psychology; he is very skilled at observing the psychological changes of intelligent beings. Whether this intelligent being is human, beast, undead, or a god, as long as its psychological changes manifest externally, he can deduce them through a series of subtle shifts.

Back then, Anthony deduced from some of Dai Sen's small behavioral changes that he had at least two body doubles, which was later proven to be correct.

Compared to body doubles cultivated from a young age like Dai Sen's, the Grand Speaker's psychological changes were practically undefended, and Anthony captured them in an instant.

Just as the Grand Speaker heard the news of the "White Death Plague," his entire body slumped, as if confirming something he was unwilling to accept, and he was struck by the blow.

However, the extent of this slumping of the waist and shoulders was very slight; if it weren't for Anthony, others might not have noticed. Naigelis spoke directly: "What White Death Plague? Isn't it just a bug infestation? Has the infestation spread?"

Yinbi nodded: "It should be; it's very similar to what Bulite described."

"Ang, hurry, hurry, hurry, we have to go back and save people," Naigelis said urgently.

Upon hearing that Ang and the others were leaving, the Grand Speaker's waist straightened and his shoulders lifted instantly. He shouted: "Wait a moment, I haven't finished here yet. Heal my people first."

Time was pressing, and everyone flew into the plane in a rush. The Grand Speaker trailed behind, and Anthony also dropped back to fly alongside him, asking in a low voice: "Grand Speaker, do you happen to know who is raising these bugs?"

The Grand Speaker was startled, looking at Anthony in astonishment.

Anthony said nothing, looking at him calmly.

After staring at each other for a long time, the Grand Speaker looked away and asked: "Why do you think I would know?"

"These bugs are not common things; cultivating them is not an easy task. Who exactly has the ability to cultivate such bugs?" Anthony asked.

The Grand Speaker opened his mouth, but immediately shut it again.

Anthony spoke as if to himself: "It's not easy to cultivate these bugs, but once they are cultivated and released everywhere, there must be a purpose. What exactly is the purpose? To exterminate humanity? To create death? To plunder souls?"

The Grand Speaker looked straight ahead, flying half a body length ahead without saying a word, as if avoiding Anthony's gaze.

Anthony leaned in and said: "Healing Bulite this time, the treatment plus filling the pits, will cost quite a bit of money. Let's count it as five hundred soul crystals per pit; filling the pits alone will cost over ten thousand soul crystals. How much should I charge for clearing the bugs from his body? Fifty thousand? Twenty thousand? Ten thousand?"

"Let's just say ten thousand; this is already the lowest price. A Lord of Death, surely he's worth at least ten thousand soul crystals? Any less would be looking down on him," Anthony said righteously, fearing he might look down on Bulite.

The Grand Speaker muttered in his heart: I would rather you look down on him.

"There must be quite a few people on Zhuoshan suffering from the bug infestation. Undead are one thing; after healing them, we can just replace their bones and skin. But for a beautiful elf like Liya, having pits all over her face doesn't look good. I'll charge you ten thousand for each of the various treatments..."

As Anthony calculated, he kept adding to the number. Before they even landed, the figure had already become terrifying.

Landing on Zhuoshan, Anthony finally said: "Give me one name, and I'll give you a ten percent discount."

The Grand Speaker's footsteps stiffened. He paused for half a second, and a name floated out: "God Star Descendant Clan."

With a well-evolved Bug God, clearing the bugs was not only an easy task but also a highly profitable one. When the Bug God spread its membrane limbs and flapped them rapidly, all the nearby bugs swarmed toward it as if they had gone mad.

These tiny bugs, originally invisible to the naked eye, gathered into clouds because of their sheer numbers, scrambling to dive into the Bug God's large mouth.

The Bug God became visibly "fatter."

When it reached a certain level of fatness, Ang took out a bottle and leaned over to tap the Bug God on the head.

"Ao—ao—?" The Bug God emitted a confused message.

"Ao!" Ang said.

The Bug God hurriedly shook its body, and clouds of mist, appearing both liquid and gaseous, emerged from its body and settled downward.

Ang guided the mist into the bottle, finally collecting a full bottle of black substance. This substance, like liquid and gas, churned constantly in the bottle.

"This is... Zhi? Is it He Mo Er?" Naigelis leaned in to look, asking with some hesitation.

Although it had seen Zhi before, the concentration of the stuff before it was so high that it was afraid to recognize it.

Furthermore, Ang had two Bug Gods under his command, one He Mo Er and one Ma Disi; the one capable of secreting Zhi was naturally He Mo Er.

Ang nodded and flew to Bulite's side, pouring a little Zhi onto the pits he had just filled. The purple-gold bone powder actually grew together with the skull slowly. Originally, this would have required a period of tempering by soul fire, but it grew together in just a few minutes after the Zhi was dripped on.

The Grand Speaker watched, dumbfounded. This was the second time he had been stunned: "This... what is this stuff? It makes bone grow? No, no, it makes dead... uh, it makes undead bone..."

The Grand Speaker was incoherent. Are the bones of undead considered dead? Or undead? But regardless of which, they shouldn't be growing.

"Hehe, powerful life force can bring the dead back to life; it's no big deal," Anthony said matter-of-factly.

Outsiders had always mistaken the bug ash liquid extracted from bug ash for Zhi. Du Binqi was still obsessed with buying the purest Zhi from Ang before the Grain-Filling Assembly.

But to Ang, bug ash had long been downgraded to slow-release fertilizer. Only the mist that precipitated from under the scales after He Mo Er evolved was qualified to be called Zhi.

Both bug ash liquid and Zhi had the effect of bringing dead things back to life and fertilizing the soil, but bug ash liquid was passive—you just sprinkle it and that's it. Zhi, however, was active; after contamination, it would continuously improve the land, making it increasingly fertile.

The current Zhi was even more concentrated than what He Mo Er had precipitated, yet it could make dead things grow, which was even more outrageous than the previous Zhi.

The Grand Speaker looked Anthony up and down suspiciously, finally saying: "You gods have so many tricks. Can you sell me some of this Zhi?"

Ang refused. Everything else could be sold—seeds, fertilizers, farming tools—but Ang didn't seem to have sold this before, and the Grand Speaker couldn't force him, so he had to give up.

Leading the Bug God, they made a round, clearing all the bugs. Everyone prepared to rush to the Sea of Omniscience and the Violet Underground City, but before that, Anthony had to collect the money.

"Total is ninety thousand soul crystals. Will you pay in cash or by crystal card?" Anthony asked.

"What!? Ninety thousand? Didn't you say you'd give me a ten percent discount?" the Grand Speaker shouted in exasperation.

"That's right, a ten percent discount. Nine million two hundred sixty-seven thousand nine hundred, wipe off the remainder and give a ten percent discount—ninety thousand." Anthony let Yinbi step forward, and Yinbi calculated it for the Grand Speaker on the spot.

"I... you... I..." the Grand Speaker stammered. He really couldn't come up with that much money on the spur of the moment. After all, who would hoard so many soul crystals at home? This stuff was essentially energy; converting it into soul energy to carry on one's person was far more useful than converting it into soul crystals and hoarding it.

Anthony leaned in with a smile, asking in a low voice: "Why release the bugs? Answer, and I'll give you another ten percent discount."

The Grand Speaker gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Anthony with an expression as if he would devour him.

Anthony smiled calmly. Having known the Grand Speaker for so long, he had roughly figured out what kind of personality the Grand Speaker had. This was an old undead who would do anything but would not renege on a debt; he feared losing face and had a super high sense of shame.

Seeing that he couldn't scare Anthony, the Grand Speaker touched his pocket, softened, and whispered: "Do you know about plane will? Do you know how to create a plane will?" ===== CHAPTER 1066 =====