Chapter 409: Money Is Not a Problem

In Shenyun Town, Ang, who had been standing motionless, suddenly moved, reached out, and pulled a little girl from the empty air before him.

"Huh? Little angel? How did you get here? No—how did you even cross over?" Nagris asked in surprise.

"Aow!" the little angel replied.

"Did Ang shove you through? How? You're this big—how could he fit you through? Are you missing limbs? Let me check." Nagris circled her twice, then noticed the little angel staring directly at it.

"Uh… are you looking for my eyes? Planning to punch my eye sockets?" Nagris spotted the little angel's ill intent.

The little angel nodded.

"Too bad, I don't have eyes. La la la la—Ouch~"

Nagris, flung away by the blow, flew back and said: "How did Ang shove you through? My body isn't much bigger than yours—have him shove mine through too."

The little angel reached out, pulled out a dragon scale.

"My scale? When did you pluck it? I want my body—why give me a scale?" Nagris said, then casually opened its book pages and snapped the scale inside.

Unable to notify Ang to shove through the brass dragon's body, the little angel could only wait for next time. Half an hour later, Ang projected back and, after careful questioning, finally understood the situation.

"So you bribed Big Cat, learned its dimensional reach, but can only use it after transforming into Luo Ke?" Nagris asked.

Ang nodded.

"Good—then tomorrow, when you transform again, shove my body through." Nagris said.

On the other side, Du Luo kept busy, then suddenly said: "Done—the crest is finished, my lord. The flame enchantment should be done by you—your mana is purer and more enduring than mine."

Indeed, few could match Ang's purity and endurance of mana—this Jizhi was honed over thousands of years of spellcasting, making enchantment success rates exceptionally high.

Under Du Luo's guidance, Ang effortlessly enchanted the seven flame crests; under continuous mana pressure, the filigree electrum fused perfectly with the dragon steel core.

"Tsk tsk tsk—just this fusion quality alone is perfect. Fifty thousand mana crystals still won't cover the labor cost. Too cheap." Du Luo lamented.

Ang tilted his head: "Cheap? Silver coins."

The next day, as soon as his transformation restored, Ang shoved the silver coins through—then noticed a problem: his body's soul had shrunk by a full circle.

"How is this possible? When you shove things through from the other side, why does the soul here shrink so severely?" Nagris asked in shock.

Ang didn't know—he could only shake his head. Fundamentally, this body didn't belong to him; even the soul was left behind by Luo Ke. He had merely projected here via the black crystal body's connection.

Had the shrinkage not been so severe, he wouldn't have noticed at all.

"It seems this transmission exceeds the soul's tolerance limit, causing shrinkage. Stop for now—wait until the soul recovers. You must also find ways to strengthen your soul; otherwise, shrinking every time will be a nuisance."

Then it suddenly remembered something: "Damn it! Then my body won't come through for ages yet? Why didn't you shove my body first instead of that merchant?" Nagris fumed.

"Useful." Ang said.

Nagris nearly spat blood. In this context, Ang's "useful" meant "more useful than me." Aaah, furious!

Bai Yin rubbed its tiny hands excitedly: "My lord, give your command."

"Sell things." Ang pointed at the flame crests.

Du Luo displayed the flame crests and said: "Too well forged—selling them cheap feels like a waste."

Bai Yin didn't rush to comment; first, it asked about the buyers. Hearing about the convenient Afterlife House trading system, it became ecstatic and immediately demanded Du Luo's highest authority seal to enter.

Half an hour passed before Bai Yin retracted its consciousness, excitedly exclaiming: "Incredible! So convenient! So powerful! With this soul network and authority seal, I am the commercial god of this world!"

Nagris sneered, envious: "You're already a god—the Merchant God."

Bai Yin chuckled: "Whatever. As long as I make money. I almost didn't want to leave, but business comes first. I browsed the information on crests and flame crests—turns out few people are buying or selling these."

"What do you mean?" Nagris asked, puzzled. Du Luo also looked curious.

"It means demand is weak, supply is plentiful—so it's a buyer's market. Prices are generally low, around ten to twenty thousand mana crystals." Bai Yin said.

Du Luo nodded. This was a true merchant—immediately did market research. He himself would never think of such things; he'd naturally price based on his own valuation, hence why he felt cheated.

After all, he was the King of Alchemy—each craft cost tens of thousands of mana crystals.

"So this Flame Sword Saint… what's her name again? She offered a fair price?" Du Luo said.

"Lu Tixiya. I searched under that name again—she's rich. A client worth developing thoroughly. Fifty thousand isn't her limit—her highest recorded purchase was a full set of armor, priced at one and a half million." Bai Yin said.

Suck—

A sound of swallowing saliva. Turning, they saw Luo Si wiping her lips. Seeing everyone look at her, she laughed nervously: "Just did my makeup—slightly out of control, hehe, hehe."

Stubborn liar. Hundreds, if not thousands, of undead from Meishen City had undergone makeup—none had uncontrollable drooling.

Bai Yin continued: "This client has money—let's fully develop her. For example, flame crests—we can tier them. A premium client like her deserves the top tier."

Soon, Du Luo and Ang, following Bai Yin's instructions, reforged five tiers of flame crests.

…

Lu Tixiya received a message from the Afterlife House: someone had accepted her bounty and was coming to trade.

When Lu Tixiya activated the teleportation array, a goblin stepped through.

"This standard flame crest stores a level-six defensive spell and grants a level-six fire buff, but the craftsmanship is crude, materials poorly combined, and materials themselves subpar—yet cheap: only forty-nine thousand nine hundred mana crystals."

"This premium flame crest stores the same level-six defensive spell and fire buff, but with exquisite craftsmanship—materials fused seamlessly, edges finely polished, beautiful, sturdy, durable—only ninety-nine thousand nine hundred mana crystals."

"This enhanced flame crest has all the premium crest's functions, plus, after our master's repeated trials, successfully sealed two level-seven defensive spells. Level-seven is many times stronger than level-six—only one hundred forty-nine thousand nine hundred mana crystals."

"This one's impressive: fire buff upgraded to level-six, defensive spell upgraded to level-eight. Though originally capable of sealing two, now only one can be stored—slightly regrettable—only one hundred ninety-nine thousand nine hundred mana crystals."

"The final one hasn't been perfected yet—requires special materials. Not introducing it for now." Bai Yin finished, retracting the fifth crest.

Lu Tixiya stood involuntarily, urgently saying: "No, no—please describe it! Tell me what special materials are missing—I might find them. I, Lu Tixiya, use only the best. Money is not a problem."