Chapter 340: “You Stole the King

Ang picked it up curiously, pulled out his own two segments, and fitted them together to form a complete finger bone—each finger has three segments, now they were all accounted for.

Negril leaned over, tugging at the big cat's fur and asked: "How come you still have one segment? Didn't you say you didn't have any left before? Did you hoard it?"

"Aow~" said the big cat.

"I can't understand your dialect. Are you saying you just got it back?" Negril asked hesitantly.

The big cat nodded vigorously; its fur was so long that its nodding looked like a head moving up and down inside a fur ball.

"Where? How did you trade for it? Did you trade it with Feti?" Negril grabbed the big cat and shook it hard.

"Aow! Aow! Aow!" The big cat spun around, kicked Negril in the face, and ran off.

"Trade what?" Ang ignored their bickering and asked directly.

"Aow~" the big cat cried.

Ang pulled a Boundless Gem from his pocket and tossed it over.

The big cat leapt nimbly, caught the gem cleanly in its mouth.

Negril stopped chasing—it knew it couldn't catch the cat anyway—and said instead: "Look, what's this?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a fluffy grass from his pouch and waved it at the big cat.

The big cat went wild—its entire head popped out from the fur, eyes wide and round, completely ignoring the Boundless Gem still in its mouth, which dropped to the ground.

Still somewhat rational, it snatched up the Boundless Gem, then flashed instantly to Negril's front and sat down neatly.

Negril glanced at the cat, then at the fluffy grass in his hand, muttering in shock: "This effect is too strong. What kind of grass is this?"

Back when the big cat was still a demon god, it had traded items with Ang using upgrade beans—once it produced an extra seed, which Ang planted in his spatial farm.

Since it had slipped through the cat's fingers, it must've been something the cat cherished—so Negril impulsively pulled it out to tease it, not expecting such an unexpected result.

This wasn't just liking—it was addiction. It had even resorted to spatial flash?

"Aow~"

"You don't know what it is? Fine, let's call it cat grass. You want this cat grass?" Negril asked.

The big cat nodded urgently, spat out the Boundless Gem, and pushed it toward Negril with its tiny paws.

So it meant… it didn't want the Boundless Gem anymore, and would rather have the cat grass? Was this thing really that appealing? Ang had grown a whole clump from that seed—dozens of them.

Negril's face instantly lit up with the smile of a capitalist: "Big Cat, I'll give you the Boundless Gem, keep it. Wanting cat grass is easy—find Feti's location for me, and this stalk of cat grass is yours."

Worried the cat wouldn't know who Feti was, he turned and pointed at the finger bone in Ang's hand.

The big cat thought for a moment, extended one paw, and showed its four toes: "Aow~"

"Five stalks of cat grass? Let me ask." After consulting Ang, Negril agreed: "Five stalks of cat grass. You find Feti's location for me."

"Aow~" Deal. Payment first.

As soon as the cat grass was handed over, the big cat eagerly wrapped all four paws around it, pressed the fluffy tip to its face, and inhaled deeply, its expression blissful.

"Is it really that miraculous?" Everyone watching couldn't help but wonder.

On the surface, it was just a harmless, fat cat—but those who knew it understood it was a dimensional beast, a natural-born entity of the void, able to move freely through the emptiness, passing through space as easily as walking through an open door.

What kind of plant could make it this blissful?

They turned to look at Du Luo, who clearly shared the same thought—their gazes finally settled on Lu Se.

Ang had few living things around him—had Lu Se really sunk to the level of a test subject?

Lu Se took a fresh stalk of cat grass, sniffed it as the big cat had, and felt nothing.

"Could it be that ordinary people can't smell it? Only dimensional beasts can? Or maybe space mages?" Du Luo speculated.

As soon as "space mage" was mentioned, everyone thought of one name: "Xiludi! Quick, find Xiludi—she should be in class. Should we go to the Star College to get her?"

After giving the order, not long after, Lisa brought Xiludi over from the Oasis Sand Bath Center.

"Holy shit, you've raised your point rank to level seven? All your expenses are 70% off—you might as well just live here? Aren't you supposed to be back at school?" Negril was stunned.

First, he was stunned: how had Xiludi raised her point rank to level seven? At this point total, she and her clients must have spent at least ten million magic crystals in Meishencheng.

Only the first-time customers count toward her points—after that, everyone gets their own card and earns points from their own spending to get discounts.

That meant Xiludi had to constantly bring in new clients, each spending a minimum of ten million magic crystals on their first visit, for her to reach level seven. Good heavens, how many people had she brought here?

Second, Lisa said she had moved in permanently, renting a private room at the sand bath facility, eating and sleeping there—because her high points gave her heavy discounts, it only cost slightly more than staying at an inn.

Since she was a space mage, she just rearranged the space—her room, barely bigger than a bed, instantly expanded into a three-room, one-living-room suite.

"I feel my meditation efficiency is higher buried in soft sand. What do you want?" Xiludi asked warily: "These points are mine, the room is my renovation—you can't change the rules and kick me out."

"Why would I kick you out? Ridiculous. You could even build your own sand bath facility." Negril grumbled.

"No, I like it here—it's lively. By the way, why did you call me?" Xiludi asked.

"Here, smell this." Negril pulled out the cat grass.

Xiludi leaned over curiously, sniffed it, sensed nothing unusual, and out of caution, cast a Space Perception spell.

What's most important for a space mage? Sensing space—just like a person needs to see the road. If you walk blindfolded, what if you crash into a mountain or fall into a pit?

Space perception means sensing the "path" across different spaces, avoiding falling into pits.

Falling into a pit while walking? You just get up. Falling into a pit while phasing through space? That's lethal. So Xiludi skimped on all other spells—but Space Perception? She never cut corners.

This perception shocked her into sitting down hard on the ground: "Starlight Grass?"

"Starlight Grass?" Negril asked, puzzled.

"In the sky, the Starlight guides direction at night. In the void, Starlight Grass guides through darkness. With it, I won't fear getting lost in the void," Xiludi said, rising excitedly.

"A grass?" Negril muttered skeptically. Just one grass can locate you in the void? Sounds ridiculous.

The void is constantly shifting—even the relative positions of planes change constantly. Without teleportation arrays, entering the void or teleporting to another plane is extremely dangerous.

"It's not that simple. You need to extract and purify it—to isolate the substance that makes space perception extremely sensitive. Sawa Sawa, where's Sawa?" Xiludi asked excitedly.

As a space mage, her biggest headache was navigation—like walking into a pitch-black cave with countless Chadao, easily getting lost.

With Starlight Grass extract, spraying a bit in an unfamiliar place leaves a lingering residue—you can follow the scent back with space perception if lost. Spray it on yourself, and you can even trace a continuous perceptual line.

Before mentioning Sawa, Negril got angry: "Dead. Don't look for her."

"What? Dead? When? Where's she buried? I'll bring flowers." Xiludi said solemnly.

But her attention quickly shifted to Ang's actions—he was crushing the Starlight Grass, extracting it, using a spot-removal spell to remove substances he recognized, leaving only those he didn't.

As soon as the purification was complete, the big cat, which had been blissfully rolling on the ground with the cat grass, flipped up instantly, eyes gleaming as it stared at the bottle in Ang's hand.

From its reaction, it was clear the extraction had been extremely successful.

Under the big cat's strong insistence, Ang swapped the cat grass for this purified extract, bottled it in a crystal vial with a switch—the cat's paw pressing it would reveal tiny air vents, releasing the substance inside.

Then the big cat, like a cat high on catnip, closed its eyes in bliss.

Suddenly, the cat, still immersed in the cat grass scent, sprang up and thrust its paw forward.

Its posture was clearly reaching forward—but no paw emerged. It was as if the paw had passed directly from the fur ball into another plane.

Moments later, it dragged back a bead.

"Soul-Resonance Pearl? How did this get here?" Du Luo instantly recognized it.

Only in environments saturated with soul resentment could such a thought-bead—the Soul-Resonance Pearl—form. It had many uses: alchemy, soul forging, reincarnation offerings—it was far more valuable than Spirit Beans.

No sooner had he spoken than a thought-message emerged from the Soul-Resonance Pearl: "Don't eat… find… Immortal God…"

Ang tilted his head: Find me?

"This thought… is Feti?!" Du Luo perked up.

Negril was equally excited: "Quick, quick, reply! Ask where it is!"

Du Luo erased Feti's thought from the Soul-Resonance Pearl, engraved his own, and had the big cat return it.

Not long after, the big cat brought back the Soul-Resonance Pearl—now engraved with Feti's new thought: "Don't know… who are you?"

"I'm Du Luo. Du Luo. Do you remember me?" Du Luo asked.

"Don't remember…"

Negril laughed: "Hahahaha! You've got no presence at all. Watch me—you said I'm closest to it, that it learned spatial secrets from me, right? Feti, I'm Negril. Do you remember me?"

"Don't remember…"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

After exchanging thoughts via the Soul-Resonance Pearl, they learned Feti's current state—it had forgotten too much. It now remembered only its own name, and the Immortal God, the Palace of Rest.

"Where are you now? Do you know? What's around you? Describe it—we'll try to find you," Negril said.

"Don't find you… find Immortal God," Feti's reply nearly drove Negril mad.

"Fine, fine, the Immortal God is right here. Just tell me your environment and situation!" Negril snapped.

"Lots of bones… corpses… weapons… armor… teleportation array…"

"Wait—teleportation array? You have a teleportation array? Of course—Dai Sen, divine bones—they couldn't have gotten there without a teleportation array. Quick, activate it! Tell us the coordinates! Do you remember how to activate and adjust it? Don't remember? Here, I'll teach you."

With a teleportation array, it was simple—whether Feti teleported here, or Ang and the others went there, it was just a matter of coordinates.

After detailed instructions, Feti finally activated the array—no magic crystals needed from Ang's side, since the array already had stored crystals.

The array flashed violently—and when the light faded, the sky and earth had changed completely.

It was a dim world, without sunlight or sky, with air so thin it was nearly nonexistent, only a shallow layer covering the ground.

Because the air was too thin for particle scattering, the black void was directly visible—occasionally, streaks of colorful light slashed across the horizon like magnificent meteors.

Outside the teleportation array, Feti stood frozen—it immediately saw Ang, and sensed the Immortal God's essence on him.

Ang saw it too. Their thoughts touched in midair—and instantly, some restriction within Feti's soul was unlocked. Memories flooded in endlessly, crashing against its soul, leaving it paralyzed.

"Frozen? What's going on? Feti? Feti?" Negril called out.

"Its soul fluctuation is intense. What's happening? Just seeing us? Too emotional?" Du Luo said.

"Probably not—it doesn't remember us. Maybe it's the Immortal God's essence? Isn't it said the Immortal God's essence can revive its memories? Its memories are returning?"

"Possibly. Then what do we do? Wait?"

"Wait. What else can you do? Want a chair? I made a custom lying bed just for you—with a groove for your tail."

"Huh, I just remembered those electric chairs in the World Transit Station control room—those were yours too, right?" Nagelis said, lying down on the custom chair. He waited a full half-hour before Feiti finally moved.

Its gaze locked onto Ange, who was tilling the farmland, and asked in confusion: "Who are you? How is the Immortal God Core on you? Did you steal the King's God Core?"