Chapter 412: Let

Maybe? Du Luo wouldn't dare guarantee anything on this—he could only look toward the more expert Ang.

Ang nodded. As long as they're still alive, or haven't been dead long, it's fine—whether innate or acquired. With the Divine Beauty Fist, even innate defects can be corrected.

Walking over to take a look, it didn't seem too serious. They said it was innate, but not hereditary.

Rather, it seemed caused by some factor—like myocarditis, poor blood supply, viral invasion, malnutrition—leading to underdevelopment.

This kind is easy to fix.

Pure Color technique, insect ash solution, supports the shrunken vessels; Pure Color technique, essence fluid, supports the shrunken ventricles; Pure Color technique, purification technique, seals the chest with nutrient fluid; Pure Color technique—in an instant, complete.

Ang also carefully removed the artificial heart.

Du Luo quickly took the artificial heart, inspecting it while complaining: "Tsk tsk tsk, the craftsmanship is too crude; tsk tsk tsk, the materials are too low-grade; tsk tsk tsk, the array is too weak. The only redeeming thing is the concept."

While Du Luo was complaining, the others had already dispersed, leaving only Light and a few others, overwhelmed with gratitude and unsure what to do.

He had been deeply moved—Ang had saved the boy's life. He hadn't failed to take the boy for treatment before, but congenital heart disease had long been deemed untreatable, unless one could find the legendary Archbishop of the Church of Light to perform Divine Grace and Redemption.

But the Church of Light had been beaten into a "legendary" existence—where could they find it?

As Du Luo had analyzed, if untreated, as the body grew, the artificial heart would need replacing every so often.

This was a high-risk procedure; infection and death were common. Children with congenital organ defects died in large numbers each year, but very few survived to grow up.

Here, among the seven of them, six adults had non-fatal limb disabilities—meaning, without Ang's healing, the boy was certain to die.

Yet after the miracle, everyone seemed indifferent, as if nothing extraordinary had occurred, leaving their excited emotions hanging awkwardly, unsure what to do next.

"Don't be so moved. Stand up. To my lord, this is just a small matter." Locke Si felt their emotions deeply.

When she was first purified, she had been just as emotional—but the elders didn't care at all, instead lamenting her hair, saying, "If only Little Sapling were here."

This is a small matter? This… they seemed to have been taken in by someone extraordinary.

After studying the artificial heart once, Du Luo set it aside—he had no regard for such crude, shoddy work. In material and craftsmanship, this artificial heart was merely low-grade.

With the concept, he could make something better.

"An alchemical item fused with flesh—flesh affinity is the most important. Everything else is secondary. To solve flesh affinity, best to fix it at the material level; if that fails, use alchemical techniques." As Du Luo worked, he noticed Light approaching and casually explained.

Light nodded, sighing: "We wanted high-flesh-affinity materials too, but the child grows too fast—needs replacement every eight months or so. We're too poor to afford so many good materials."

Du Luo paused: "Expensive? What materials were you planning to use?"

"Precious metals like gold-silver alloys—they have high flesh and mana affinity," Light said.

"Huh? The material with the highest flesh affinity isn't flesh itself? Just use pigskin, cowhide, tendons." Du Luo was surprised.

"Can we? Pigskin and cowhide have lots of grease and grime—if not cleaned thoroughly, infection's inevitable." Light hesitated.

"Aren't you familiar with Sound Purification technique?" Du Luo asked.

"No." Light shook his head.

"Alkaline degreasing technique—do you know that?"

"No."

"What about this one?"

"No."

"How about this?"

"I… I don't know either." Light's head nearly sank into his pants.

While Du Luo and Light chatted, a brand-new artificial heart was forged—fist-sized, combining Lich's Soul Vessel and artificial heart tech, capable of housing a soul flame and pumping blood for a living body.

"Lord Negril, here, let's replace your heart."

Thanks to the Animation technique, Negril's palm-sized body retained vitality—but this wouldn't last long; eventually, it would fade entirely.

After installing the artificial heart, channeling the soul flame into it, Ang reanimated the dragon body once more, restoring blood flow throughout, then pinched the lungs.

The dragon body fully revived.

Negril projected his consciousness, rose up, and the first thing he said was: "I'm hungry."

Fisherman Locke Si immediately brought a fish. Negril bit through it in a few bites, belched, and said: "Tastes weird."

"Weird? The heart? Let me check." Du Luo thought his artificial heart had malfunctioned.

"The flavor's off. No salt."

Negril was in excellent condition. After eating the first fish, he complained about the blandness, added some seasoning, then "hehehe" roasted it with dragon breath until crispy outside and tender inside before eating.

…

Several more days passed. Ang's soul recovered, his consciousness retreated back into his body, and he prepared to send over Little Sapling—since the Death Speed aura couldn't be used, accelerating plant growth required Little Sapling's assistance.

Returning, he discovered a farm barrier nearby.

"Barrier? Where did this come from?" Ang asked.

Lisa said: "The Witch Lady picked it up on her way back."

Along the Eternal Path, farm barriers were spaced at intervals, providing food and air to travelers. Removing one or two wouldn't disrupt the ecology.

Ang immediately got itchy hands, ran into the farm, sowed seeds, fertilized, stamped footprints, and sprouted a lush green crop.

Ang's mood lifted considerably—he'd been stifled. In Spiritfall Town, he had nowhere to grow vegetables, only mushrooms. If this continued, he'd start clearing the other side of the river.

Watching the continuously radiating footprints and the crops racing to grow, Ang suddenly remembered—he could grab the footprints and carry them over, then infuse them with divine power there.

In the Pale Sea Plane, he'd done exactly that—stepped on floating gel plates.

He stamped a few footprints on a rock, bundled them with Little Sapling, and projected himself over.

Du Luo gained six new alchemists as assistants. Though in his eyes, they were barely apprentice-level, at least they could fetch and carry—the construction speed of the teleportation array surged.

But once the teleportation array was built, Du Luo delivered bad news: "Can't connect to the World Transit Station."

The World Transit Station in the Abyss of Rest was the largest teleportation array, located in the open, unshielded Abyss Plane. With its coordinates known, connection should've been easy.

But it wasn't. Du Luo tried repeatedly—no connection. Instead, he sensed many clearly labeled teleportation arrays, including one belonging to some wealthy patron who insisted on only the best.

"It seems impossible to link the two worlds via teleportation arrays," Negril said.

No one was overly disappointed—this outcome had been anticipated. Success probability was low; the distance between the two worlds was too vast, beyond the range of the World Transit Station.

Unless we built a World Transit Station here, the chance of connection would greatly increase—but such a project was beyond their current capabilities.

Negril turned to Locke Si: "By the way, did you get a response about upgrading the town to a city?"

Locke Si shook her head: "No one responded at all. I don't know what's happening—my report was submitted, but no one even acknowledged receipt. Northwind City seems to have stopped all operations."

Earlier, when building the teleportation array, Locke Si had suggested submitting a formal request to upgrade Spiritfall Town to a city, so the hub-level array could be built legally.

After all, the array they were building was hub-level. Upgrading would make it legitimate; otherwise, a remote little town having a hub-level array made no sense.

Of course, applying to upgrade a town to a city out of nowhere was also unreasonable—but Silvercoin explained: "No, no, it's perfectly reasonable. We have grand plans, but realizing them takes time. We raise the administrative rank first—it'll make things easier."

Look, the excuse was so noble—even if someone wanted to criticize, they wouldn't know where to start. Could they forbid others from having grand plans?

No one knew the application had vanished without a trace.

Previously, even if there was no reply, at least a "Received" acknowledgment came back.

Combined with recent developments, Silvercoin deduced that Northwind City had descended into chaos—no one was processing administrative upgrade requests anymore.

Unlike the great empires of the Main Plane, towns here were more like fiefdoms. One large region had only one main city—Northwind City, directly governed by the Undying Empire.

All other villages and towns were feudal, managed by local lords. With enough coin, you could build a city or a village—no one cared.

Locke Si 's application was merely to make things look more legitimate within the Undying Empire's administrative system. Even without approval, the teleportation array was still being built.

Now that no one was responding, Locke Si stopped caring. She did as she pleased. Aside from the hub teleportation array looking odd and "town mayor" sounding worse than "city lord," there was no real difference.

But odd is odd—so what? Her boss (crossed out) had money!

Ang sensed something, pulled out a transparent crystal bottle, uncorked it—the water inside rose and formed Tom's most familiar face: "My lord, the fast-growing vegetables are ripe."

The fast-growing vegetables Ang planted in the stone chamber cemetery's growth sphere had finally matured after over ten days.

Ang sprinted back to the stone chamber cemetery, happily harvested the fast-growing vegetables, and tossed them all into his divine domain.

The little angel grabbed a lettuce leaf, bit into it—crunch, crunch—crisp and refreshing. But she couldn't eat food; after chewing, she spat it out, wasting it.

Ang slapped her on the head and tossed her out by the neck.

Tom pleaded pitifully: "My lord, please take me with you. This place is so boring. I don't want to grow vegetables here."

Ang tilted his head, thought for a moment, and agreed: "Fine. Go somewhere else. Grow vegetables."

"Pfft—can we not grow vegetables?"

"Fine. Grow rice." Ang nodded—he was still easygoing.

"Uh, isn't that the same thing? I'm the Water God…"

Ang's head instantly burst into flames—so many demands, picky and fussy—angry!

"I'm the Water God… growing… growing vegetables is what I'm best at." Tom quickly corrected himself.

After harvesting all the fast-growing vegetables, cleaned the interior of the growth sphere, then packed it away, shrinking it into a ball.

Negril had already spoken with Albert and Jili. Albert refused to go to Spiritfall Town—he would continue his mission, guarding the stone chamber cemetery.

Jili went with the desert-town nomadic children to Spiritfall Town.

Negril sighed: "You kid, why so stubborn? The Church of Light has declined this badly—why guard a broken tomb? One day someone'll come, tear down both you and the tomb."

Albert scratched his head, smiling sheepishly: "I don't know if it's declined or not. I've grown up here since childhood. What the Church became doesn't seem to concern me. As long as there's food, I'll stay and guard it."

"Fine. Here's a small piece of Unfailing Spring Stone. Place it in a cool, shaded spot—wind will condense water on it. You won't have to struggle to find water. Extra water can water the vegetables by your door. Eat more vegetables—your hands, lips are cracked."

Albert smiled shyly.

After leaving, Negril mused: "Perhaps it's precisely such uncluttered souls who are worthy of becoming Saints. Anthony would like him. Hehehe." Negril chuckled with malicious delight.

…

Back in Spiritfall Town, he unrolled the growth sphere on the other side of the river, hung the Death Speed aura stone with footprints at its center. Ang was thrilled—he crawled inside and never came out again.

A new world meant new crops—grains, vegetables, fruits—all unfamiliar. Whether through hybridization or cultivation, countless new varieties could be developed.

Just one fast-growing vegetable matured in ten days. If slightly cultivated to shorten it to a few days—what then?

Harvest every few days; the roots keep growing. If you activate the Rapid Death Aura, wouldn't you be able to harvest every few minutes? But it grows faster than you can cut.

After a few days, Ang's divine domain was half-full. Time inside was frozen; every harvested crop remained as fresh as when first placed.

Alright, storing vegetables is the true purpose of this divine domain.

Ang tried crossbreeding fast-growing greens with beets, producing fast-growing beets. Their rapid growth made them exceptionally crisp, with thin skins—perfect to eat like fruit.

Every ten minutes, a harvest. After a few days, Ang cut yet another large pile of fast-growing beets.

Because the planting sphere's space is three-dimensional, the Rapid Death Aura's efficiency reaches maximum. A planting sphere fifty meters in diameter offers usable surface area equal to a three-thousand-mu farmland boundary.

Due to its diameter, it saves massive amounts of divine power—even the Rapid Death Aura doesn't need to be set to full strength.

After more than ten days, Negrilis finally couldn't bear Ang's obsession with gardening. He burst in and said: "Ang, someone in North Wind City is buying grain and vegetables. Let's go sell some."

Ang glanced at Negrilis, stunned: "You've gotten big."

Negrilis, now well-fed and well-rested, had grown several times larger—his body stretched half a meter long from snout to tail.

"Yeah, I'm growing fast. Wait till I'm full-grown—see who can beat me then," Negrilis growled.

He was always mocked for being weak. Wait till he reached adult dragon size—then see who couldn't beat him.

No sooner had he finished speaking than his back sank under weight—Ang plopped down on it, pinning him flat.

Ang tilted his head, puzzled. His size was about the same as before—why was he so weak?

"Damn it, look at yourself—how much fat do you have on you!"

Forget riding. Let's go sell vegetables.