Chapter 469: Where is the hair from?

Tom hurriedly scraped the pure water onto itself, but said: "Don't... don't... don't, stop, don't stop. My lord, tell me what's going on first. You're making me a bit panicked."

Although it said it was panicked, its hands were not slow at all. It controlled the water to form two tentacles, which swung out and stuck to the pure water, scraping it continuously. The purified water flowed into its body continuously.

Ang said: "Starburst Array, has your kind, lure it."

Tom was stunned for a while before it understood what he meant, and hurriedly shook its head: "No, that kind is very strong. I sensed a powerful consciousness at the time; I don't want to provoke it."

Ang said: "Pure water, lightning urine, choose."

Tom immediately changed its tune: "No problem, leave it to me, my lord. Give me pure water, and I'll go dry that kind. No, Tom only has a master, no kind."

Negris rolled its eyes: "Your shameless appearance reminds me of a horse."

Tom felt the same: "The way you roll your eyes also reminds me of it."

Ang, while purifying the water, summarized his experience. He had just scooped this water from a lake, and it had all sorts of messy things in it—fish, algae, plankton, bacteria, insects, sand, and stones.

However, after putting it into the Divine Domain, all the living things died, leaving only a large amount of debris and impurities. Purifying it bit by bit was too slow.

Ang took out a pair of silk pants, tied up all the openings, leaving only one. He poured water in through the only opening and let it leak out through the gaps in the silk. Most of the large impurities were gone.

"Uh, my lord, are these your underwear?" Tom suddenly asked vigilantly.

Ang nodded.

"This... have they been used?" Tom asked hesitantly.

Ang shook his head.

"This... alright." Tom accepted it reluctantly.

Not accepting it wouldn't help. The finest silk Ang could find were these silk underwear, produced in Meishencheng, with lace. Although he also raised silkworms in the North Wind Desert, their silk and weaving were far inferior to Meishencheng's.

Because they were lightning-immune, they even had a certain electrical repulsion. That is to say, Ang first released a small lightning bolt into the water, making the debris in the water charged, and then filtered it, which could filter it very cleanly.

As long as it was cleaned in time, the silk pants wouldn't be clogged by impurities and could be used repeatedly.

The water filtered this way only needed a few Spot-Removal Techniques to be purified very cleanly, so Ang's speed suddenly accelerated.

Purifying a whole Divine Domain's worth of water was too much for the Warlock's Ladder to hold, so they had to transfer it to the void outside.

There is no gravity in the void, so no container was needed. The water floated directly in the void, and Tom's consciousness wandered in the large mass of pure water, very excited.

"Oh my god, oh my god, my power has returned, my purity has returned!"

As a pure water spirit, Tom's power comes from pure water. The more impurities in the water, the more its power drops sharply. When the impurities reach a certain level, it even faces life-threatening danger.

So salt water is what it fears most; there are too many impurities in it. Similar things include urine, soy sauce, insect ash liquid...

Even the container holding the water, if it's something with high solubility, like an oak barrel, it hates it very much.

So Du Luo Ken analyzed that pure water spirits are not planar creatures. There is no suitable environment in the plane to give birth to an absolutely pure water spirit. It, like the big cat, is a void creature.

Coming to the void, it felt like it had returned home. In the zero-gravity environment, it could change its shape at will, occasionally turning into a snake shape or a double-arch shape, free and easy.

"Any response?" Ang purified the last drop of water and then asked.

Tom was stunned for a while before it understood what Ang meant, and hurriedly shook its head.

Ang made so much pure water to lure Loloka over. These pure water spirits can sense pure water within a certain range and then use resonance to remote-sense it.

Even in a closed space like the Palace of Rest, Tom could remote-sense it; even from such a long distance in the main plane, it could also remote-sense it.

Of course, if the distance is too far, it needs to get familiar with it first. It cannot sense an unfamiliar pure water environment from the main plane side.

However, the distance here to the Starburst Array is not far enough to be beyond sensing, so Loloka should definitely be able to sense it. Then why hasn't it come over?

The Corruption Force on Loloka has been cleared. This belief-level power can be directly cleared as long as Loloka projects over. So Loloka is no longer affected by the Corruption Force and can wander around.

Could it be that this pure water is too little to attract its interest?

Ang went to fill another Divine Domain's worth of water, purified it again, and piled it up for Tom.

After finishing and preparing to go get more water, Tom suddenly said: "My lord, no, it's at the limit. Any more and I won't be able to control it."

Tom never thought that its body would one day exceed its control limit. Does this thing have a limit?

Yes, it only now knows that its control has a limit. The pure water Ang stuffed into it was already approaching this limit. Two Divine Domains' worth of water almost blew it up.

Negris floated over curiously and asked with its consciousness: "Control has a limit? How do you know where the limit is?"

There is no air in the void, so no sound can be made. Negris could only communicate with its consciousness, and it was still holding its breath.

"I don't know how to describe it. It's like when you stretch your arm, as you stretch, you feel like you can't stretch any further. The limit is right there. Now that I'm extending my body, the edges are starting to feel a bit sluggish," Tom said.

Negris stretched its little short arm and flew back, cursing: "This limit is too short."

Two Divine Domains' worth of pure water floated there, and Tom's power was greatly enhanced, but Loloka was still nowhere to be seen. This bait didn't catch the "fish"?

Inside the Starburst Array, Loloka, curled into a large water ball, radiated a feeling of loss that could be sensed for dozens of meters around: "I'm no longer pure... I'll never go out again..."

Failure. Ang had such a hard time fishing, and he didn't catch anything. It was a waste on Tom.

Returning to God-Fall Town, Silver Coin had been waiting there for a long time.

"My lord, do you remember that big tycoon, Lutiya? She came to find me again, hoping I could provide an alchemy item capable of carrying a soul, preferably a Soul Casket. She is willing to pay 20 million magic crystals for it," Silver Coin said.

Ang tilted his head.

Everyone was already very familiar with Ang's little habits, such as tilting his head, which could express different meanings in different situations—sometimes expressing doubt, sometimes expressing inquiry.

Now his meaning was probably "Why ask me?"

Silver Coin also turned to Negris familiarly. He knew Ang wasn't interested in these things and that he would eventually have to talk to Negris.

But Ang could be uninterested, yet he couldn't bypass Ang to act on his own with Negris, especially when facing such a simple main god as Ang; he couldn't do that even more.

There are many nuances to this, but they are all clever foxes and goblins who never cross the line. Haven't you noticed that Anthony comes to report his work to Ang from time to time? Even though he knows Ang doesn't like to listen, he still reports it.

Negris couldn't help but roast: "20 million magic crystals? Inflation? Why does it feel like magic crystals are becoming less valuable? What's Lutiya's background? Just casually taking out 10 or 20 million? She also spent 10 million on the elf magic armor last time."

Silver Coin was the real fishing master. The bait he left behind hooked Lutiya, making her sit on pins and needles. Before long, she came over, wanting to customize a full set of armor, the kind that would match the sword in her hand.

This was too easy to handle. A set of Elf Holy Armor would do. This kind of light and exquisite armor, full of elf aesthetics, refined and refined, exquisite like an artwork, captured Lutiya's love the moment it appeared, and she paid so refreshingly.

When paying, she didn't even test if the armor and sword could match, because armor that beautiful didn't matter if it matched the sword or not; at worst, she'd just change the sword.

Look, this is the mentality of a big client.

First she spent over 10 million, and now she's preparing to spend 20 million. Magic crystals aren't fast-growing vegetables that can be harvested again after one crop, right?

Silver Coin said: "She has a mine at home. Her family has a very large magic crystal mine, producing tens of millions of magic crystals a year, and it's also accompanied by quite a bit of mithril, refined gold, and magic feldspar."

"With her level, having a mine at home, can she hold onto it?" Negris was surprised.

"It was possible before. I studied the history here. It's a combination of a feudal system and a city-state system. As long as she didn't provoke the Empire, even if she were paralyzed in bed, as long as she could lift the Undead Scepter, she could hold onto the family business," Silver Coin said.

Negris, however, keenly captured the key: "Before?"

Silver Coin smiled bitterly: "Now, of course, it won't work. The Undead Scepter doesn't work, and even if it did, the Warlock Alliance wouldn't let her use it. Such forces with strategic resources cannot be held in the hands of enemies. So her family is now a target that both the Warlock Alliance and the Empire want to win over and also want to restrict."

"So complicated. Then what should we do?" Negris asked with a headache.

"Of course, it's to enhance one's own power. The greater the power one possesses, the greater the right to speak, and it won't be easily taken away by others. Her grandfather is an Arcane Mage who can still hold the scene for now. However, news I collected from the Home of the Departed shows that her grandfather's physical condition isn't too good. She's looking for a Soul Casket, probably wanting to use it for her grandfather," Silver Coin said.

"Are Soul Caskets hard to come by? Worth 20 million magic crystals?" Negris asked, puzzled.

It looked at Du Luo Ken, who refined three or four of them easily, and even its own clone had one. It shouldn't be that hard, right? Worth 20 million magic crystals?

Silver Coin smiled bitterly: "Lord Negris, you are a noble who doesn't know the bitterness of the poor, asking why the poor love bitterness. What level is Lord Du Luo Ken? He is the Alchemy King; refining a Soul Casket is naturally easy. But without the lord's materials, Lord Du Luo Ken can't conjure a Soul Casket out of thin air."

"Are the materials hard to come by?" Negris really hadn't paid attention. It is the God of Knowledge, not the God of Alchemy. It knows the principle of a Soul Casket, but it doesn't know what materials are needed for a Soul Casket.

"Too hard. Many are specialties of the Death World, such as Soul Moss, Soul-Calming Grass, Rest Liquid, Breath Soil, bone powder above silver grade, Breath Ash. Take this Breath Ash, for example; it requires a powerful soul to breathe onto Breath Soil, and then a little ash condenses. You say, how can ordinary people get this stuff?" Silver Coin said.

Ang, who was bored and reaching into the Palace of Rest to plant vegetables, heard this and took out a palm of Breath Soil, breathing hard onto it. A layer of ash-like debris quickly condensed on the surface of the Breath Soil.

"Yes, yes, that's the stuff. You say, how hard is it for ordinary people to get this stuff? Unless they defect to the Empire, but once they defect to the Empire, they lose their neutrality."

Silver Coin continued: "Given her family's situation, they will definitely be targeted by the Warlock Alliance. If they can't handle the Empire, can't they handle them? So they must remain neutral."

Negris asked, puzzled: "Then why is she looking for a Soul Casket everywhere? Isn't she afraid of being discovered by the Warlock Alliance and thinking her family is about to defect to the Undead Empire?"

Silver Coin said: "So I think she must be praying in a hurry, looking for me privately and quietly. Her family probably doesn't know; otherwise, they wouldn't let her be so rash. When she found me, she didn't even hold much hope, and even used 'alchemy items capable of carrying a soul' to probe me."

"Haha, so that's how it is. I can imagine what her expression was when you said you could get a Soul Casket. Her jaw must have dropped, right?" Negris said, feeling secretly refreshed.

It actually doesn't care how much money is earned; anyway, it's not earned for it. Instead, it is very keen on things like dropping other people's jaws.

"Then hurry, hurry, hurry, find Du Luo Ken to refine a Soul Casket and take it over to sell to her," Negris said.

Silver Coin scratched his head: "I planned to do that at first, but Lord Anthony said it's not good. Such a large force holding resources is not good no matter which side they lean toward. We can't guarantee that his reincarnation won't be discovered by others. So a better way is to create a new body for him, allowing him to live longer."

"Create a new body? Like Anthony?" Negris asked.

"Yes, this is the power of Holy Light. By the way, ask if he can convert to the God of Balance, but this requires Lord Ang to go out in person," Silver Coin said.

Negris suddenly realized: "Kupada, this is Anthony's goal. Leaning toward either side is not good; leaning toward the God of Balance as a third party is best. Good guy, is he preparing to compete with others for manpower now?"

After the discussion, they asked for Ang's opinion. What opinion could Ang have? As long as it doesn't affect his farming, it's just cultivating a new body; he has plenty of essence liquid now.

However, to gain the other party's trust, two new bodies need to be cultivated. Silver Coin first went to find Lutiya to ask for materials, needing some hair, nails, or flesh to cultivate the new bodies.

Silver Coin, who hadn't been gone long, came back covering his face, with a big slap print on it.

"What happened to you?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Silver Coin said, crying and laughing: "I went to tell her: Lutiya, I have a better way. Give me a hair, I... and she slapped me for no reason."

Negris laughed: "Pfft, asking a lady for hair is indeed not very appropriate. Then... the hair, did you get it back?"

"Got it back." Silver Coin handed over a tuft of golden hair.

"Uh, where is the hair from?" Negris didn't take it, but asked clearly first.

"Oh, her pet's hair, a golden jumping rabbit." ===== CHAPTER 470 =====