Chapter 909

"What's going on? How did it sell so fast? Did we expose our identities?" Inside the newly built temple of the Commercial Union, the monarch and Lord Nai Ge's consciousnesses merged with Ange's, projecting onto a tiny undead flame within the statue.

Who could have imagined that a newly born deity of the Commercial Union would harbor a soul flame? Not even the believers could conceive it, let alone the royal magicians who registered the deity.

Wasn't this deity newly born? A blank slate—why would it hide anything?

The soul flame was too faint, completely concealed by divine power; no one would notice it. As long as Ange projected himself, he could communicate with the silver coin.

They resorted to such a complicated method because the silver coin had left his body behind in the new territory.

"Fast? It's not fast. She wanted to buy, we wanted to sell—it was like a widow meeting a widower, perfectly matched. We settled the cooperation intent on the first day; the past dozen days were spent on background checks and confirming transaction methods. Ensuring the other side safely and satisfactorily received what they wanted took the most time," said the silver coin.

"Exactly! How do you guarantee transaction safety? Won't they secretly follow you, track us all down, and kill us—then they won't have to pay?" asked Lord Nai Ge.

Of course, he was merely curious—he trusted the God of the profiteers to solve this problem.

"Of course they will. That's why I left my body in the territory—I feared they'd trace everyone through it. What we need to do now is fully take over the territory, relocate the farm workers, hand the farm over to them, and complete the exchange of goods for payment," said the silver coin.

"Are you insane? How do we take over the territory? Won't they ambush outside the territory and capture us the moment we appear? We can't fight those royal magicians yet!" said Lord Nai Ge.

The silver coin agreed wholeheartedly: "Exactly! I'm afraid they'll ambush outside the territory—if they capture us all, we're done."

Lord Nai Ge snapped: "Silver Coin, can you speak properly for once?" That damned profiteer was teasing him again.

The silver coin then smiled: "I didn't know either. So after finding them, my first words were: 'My master owns a Chaos Stone Farm. How can you guarantee transaction safety?'"

"Transaction safety isn't my problem—it's theirs. They want what they desire; they must ensure transaction safety," said the silver coin.

The monarch couldn't help speaking up: "You mean… make them figure out how to guarantee safety? Is that allowed?"

"Exactly. They originally only offered to buy Chaos Seedlings, but when no one responded, they changed tactics—they now offered money, land, noble titles, and even wanted to buy the farm. Their subtext was: 'I want this technology—I'll give you money, land, status.' Since they're so sincere, they naturally must find a way to guarantee transaction safety," said the silver coin.

Lord Nai Ge quickly asked: "So how do they guarantee transaction safety?"

"They gave us a flying territory," said the silver coin.

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A secret teleportation array is one that activates irregularly, leaves no record of coordinates, isn't registered, and emits no external identifiers.

For example, the World Transit Station has a global coordinate map—but when encountering a secret teleportation array, it can only detect a flickering dot when the array activates, with no location or exact coordinates, making it impossible to teleport there—extremely safe and hidden.

Jumped several times through the secret teleportation array the silver coin found, until reaching a certain coordinate.

As soon as they stepped out of the teleportation array, the silver coin rushed forward and said quickly: "This was the forward base established by the Divine Light Consortium during their invasion. Surface area is roughly 1,300 square kilometers. Inside stands an energy tower. According to captured prisoners, if enough Chaos Stone is fed into it, the entire plane can be moved."

"An energy tower? Move an entire plane? So it's a mobile fortress? Would they really give this up?" asked Lord Nai Ge, astonished.

The silver coin spread his hands: "Why wouldn't they? They can't move it either. They can only leave it here and station guards. This is a Divine Light Consortium forward base, extremely distant from the main plane where Wang Cheng lies—hard to garrison or operate. Using it for trade is a two-for-one deal."

"If they can't move it, how can we? If we stay put, what if they change their minds and send troops to crush us?" asked Lord Nai Ge.

The silver coin said: "They can't move it because they lack Chaos Stone. I'm posing as the envoy of a powerful figure within the Divine Light Consortium—I can absolutely mobilize sufficient Chaos Stone. If we can't move it either, it proves we lack sufficient Chaos Stone."

"This isn't just a trade item—it's also a test. Only if we pass this test will they believe we can deliver a Chaos Stone Farm. So now we must find a way to move this plane. My lord, do we have enough Chaos Stone?"

Ange scratched his head. How much was enough? The Chaos Stone Farm now produced about 120 Chaos Stones daily. Over a month had passed; after usage, Ange still had roughly 4,000 left.

It didn't seem enough—but new seedlings had already been successfully planted in the Scorchwind Forest. Under the World Tree's protection, they grew exceptionally well; once fruiting, they would produce over 500 Chaos Stones daily.

But the seedlings had only been grafted for a month; they still needed time to reach fruiting stage. Without the Speed Death Aura, crop cultivation required long cycles—usually measured in years.

Don't be fooled by how Ange casually produced new crops and expanded cultivation—he could do that only because of the Speed Death Aura. Otherwise, crops like Saltwater Demon Rice, requiring over ten thousand hybridizations, would take decades—nearly a human lifetime.

Even if Chunfeng Da De had restored his youth and worked from youth to old age, he likely couldn't complete such a massive trial—unless he was extraordinarily lucky and succeeded after just a few attempts.

Thus, breeding was always the most time-consuming, uncertain, and grueling labor—if luck ran out, one's entire life could be wasted with no results.

But Ange didn't care—he had endless time. He'd play slowly. So he'd never rushed to use the Speed Death Aura, for that divine technique consumed too much divine power—one step used enough energy for dozens of Purify Countenance spells.

Seeing Ange lost in thought, Lord Nai Ge was used to it and ignored him, continuing: "With such a vast plane, aren't you afraid they left hidden teleportation points?"

The silver coin spread his hands: "If we can't even find something like that, what right do we have to trade with them?"

True enough. The monarch nodded, stomped his foot, and five or six Ghost Patrollers emerged, drifting in all directions. A few seconds later, he stomped again—repeating this several times—until dozens of Ghost Patrollers blanketed the entire plane. Without physical form, not even a rat's burrow escaped their search.

Even the later occupiers of this plane, the Feilie Empire, hadn't searched so thoroughly. Soon, the monarch's tone turned peculiar: "Found some things—but I don't know if they were left by the Feilie Empire, the Divine Light Consortium, or if they were here originally."