Chapter 9

The situation Feilin describes makes everyone shudder, but this is a very likely thing to happen. Animals that are hungry will kill each other, let alone different races that used to be each other's food.

It is just that such history is too far away from them. Only a lich like Feilin who is immortal will remember things from thousands of years ago.

"If you start killing each other, then the living undead liches will never believe in peaceful coexistence again. By then, it will become like the Devil Valley, where humans are enslaved and slaughtered, or like Winter City, where Minotaurs are only fit for pulling carts, and Succubi are locked up to receive guests. Instead of this, it is better to launch the Scourge. The souls of thousands of people should be able to gestate more than a dozen undead or liches. Then we can at least have more than a dozen peaceful souls left."

Finally, Feilin makes the final decision. The grain can still support for half a year. Don't mention driving away low-end population for this half year. Everyone eat openly. If you can't find a solution after eating, then go to die together, and then silently pray that you can retain the memories of your lifetime and turn into a lich or undead.

Feilin draws a very cruel timeline for everyone, but he himself is unwilling to see things develop to that step, so after the meeting, he quietly comes to find Ang.

Don't look at Ang running to such a remote place, Feilin wants to find him, but it is very easy, because there are his eyes and ears everywhere in the underground city. Ghosts are all over the city, which is a sharp weapon for public security. Without such efficient means, Feilin could not have managed this underground city where races live together into a place where everyone lives in harmony and works in peace.

Seeing Ang, Feilin immediately piles up a flattering smile on his face, runs to Ang in small steps, and says earnestly: "Lord, Lord, sorry for the disturbance, very sorry, I really had no choice but to come to find you for help. Mainly because the world transit station is closed, we have no channel to buy grain, and we have been struggling for almost a thousand years, almost unable to hold on. I am here to buy grain, hoping you can sell some grain to us."

Feilin bends his waist and rubs his hands, looking cautious. Where is there half the domineering look when he issued the ultimatum in the conference room?

However, he does not feel reluctant at all. The one in front of him is Lord Watcher, very likely the projection of the legendary Undying King who rules all worlds. What is it to be humble? Being able to talk is already supreme glory.

Ang tilts his head, looking at him in confusion.

Feilin suddenly remembers something and says in realization: "Equivalent exchange, equivalent exchange, here, here, ten soul crystals. The teleportation channel hasn't opened for a thousand years. I don't know if it's still the old price? It used to be one soul crystal for two hundred catties of grain."

Feilin says while taking out ten black crystals from his bosom and handing them to Ang.

Soul crystal? What kind of thing is that? Is it the same as the crystal that activates the stone pillars? Ang thinks in confusion, reaching out and taking it.

As soon as the soul crystal is in hand, Ang knows what it is used for.

Soul crystal, a crystal condensed from soul energy, an equivalent object circulating among undead creatures.

For things like equivalent objects, different creatures use different ones. Humans like to use precious metals, mages like to use magic crystals, and undead creatures like to use soul crystals, because soul crystals are condensed from refined soul energy. After getting them, they can not only be spent but also eaten to supplement soul energy.

Of course, soul energy is only useful to undead creatures, so soul crystals only circulate among undead creatures.

Ang knows how to use it as soon as he touches it, just like humans know they can drink when they see water. Ang looks at the soul crystal in his hand, then looks at the leather accessory on his wrist, directly holding the soul crystal and starting to refine it against the leather accessory.

The ten soul crystals turn into soul energy, and the vast majority are absorbed by the leather accessory. Almost after absorbing the energy, the leather accessory lights up, and Ang's consciousness is pulled to another place with a "sou."

Calming down to look, it is surprisingly the archway near the Palace of Breath farm. Ang has actually teleported back.

However, only his consciousness came back, and he did not have a body. With his heart moving, Ang thinks of the farmland, and with a "sou," his consciousness arrives at the position of the farmland.

There is nothing in the empty field, even the chirping birds from before are gone. Apart from that, there is no change from when he left.

Thinking of the granary in his heart, with a "whoosh," his consciousness arrives at the granary, looking at the grain piled up in the entire granary. Ang thinks of Feilin. He is using soul crystals to exchange for grain. How can he take this grain out to him?

As soon as his thought moves, the grain within his sight disappears bag by bag. One bag, two bags, three bags... It disappears for a full forty-five bags before Ang feels resistance, and the grain bags stop disappearing.

Where did they go? Ang's thought moves, his consciousness retreats, and he calms down to look. He sees himself standing in a circle formed by grain bags, surrounding him. Outside the circle is Feilin, who is laughing so hard that his eyes are gone.

"Forty-five bags, a full forty-five bags. Although it is five bags less than before, it is very normal. It's been a thousand years, and it only rose by ten percent. It's really too affordable. I will immediately have people come to move them away." Feilin is afraid of long nights and many dreams, summoning a team of skeletons, one person carrying one bag, and carrying away all forty-five bags of grain in one breath.

Looking at the surroundings that have returned to calm, Ang thinks of Feilin's words. Five bags less?

The vast majority of the soul crystal was absorbed by the leather accessory, but a small part was absorbed by Ang. Is it because of this part that there are five bags less? Checking his soul, it seems it has indeed grown a bit.

Ang tilts his head, throws this question aside, his consciousness falls on the leather accessory again. Following his thought, the leather accessory lights up again, and with a "sou," it sucks his consciousness in again.

Does the leather accessory absorb the energy of the soul crystal, so he can return here at any time?

Ang's consciousness returns to the farm and the granary again, but he cannot change the grain bags out anymore. Instead, some stones can be changed out. After trying several times, he realizes that the soul crystal energy injected into the leather accessory is very likely linked to weight. After transferring out the corresponding weight, it cannot be transferred.

But perhaps there is a little bit left that is less than one bag, so he can transfer out stones with slightly lower weight.

There are only so many things in the farm. For over a thousand years, Ang has figured out every corner. It is boring to play for a while. Just when he wants to retreat, he habitually looks toward the direction of the Palace of Breath.

The Palace of Breath is majestic. Even though the King has disappeared for over a thousand years, it is still a forbidden area that Ang is unwilling to step into. Before, because he was forced to have no way, he had to go in to search for usable bones, but he only dared to rummage at the edge and did not dare to go deep at all.

Even if he can control his consciousness to move arbitrarily now, shouldn't he go deep into the Palace of Breath to see? A bold idea rises in Ang's heart.