Completing the Transaction

After resolving Ma Xiaotao's problem, the next was Meng Hongchen.

Like Ma Xiaotao, Meng Hongchen was at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Master Academy. It was extremely safe there, so she did not need to worry about Tang San suddenly descending as a god.

But that also meant there were not many ways to earn points. Coupled with her weak strength, the difficulty of obtaining them soared dramatically.

Whether it was assassinating the Sun Moon Emperor or purging Evil Spirit Masters, neither was something she could accomplish.

If she wanted a stable and reasonable source of points, the only thing Wu Xian could think of was Mecha.

First, she could bring out some of the most basic Mecha materials and establish herself as a genius girl.

After receiving enough resource support, she could use those resources to slowly build a simple Mecha.

It could even be an ordinary Mecha that did not qualify as a White-tier Mecha, as long as it let the Sun Moon royal family see its potential in warfare.

As for why she would not directly bring out the materials for a Level 10 Soul-Guided Cannonball—

There were two reasons. First, the Level 9 Soul-Guided Cannonball was already the highest-level secret currently held by the Sun Moon royal family.

Even Jing Hongchen might not know much about it. How could a child who had not even graduated, who had never even seen a Level 9 Soul-Guided Cannonball, produce materials for a Level 10 Soul-Guided Cannonball?

If Meng Hongchen really proposed a Level 10 Soul-Guided Cannonball, she would not be a genius. She would be a monster.

The Sun Moon Empire's royal family might even want to pry open her head to see what was inside.

Second, even if she brought it out, it was uncertain whether the Sun Moon Empire could fully understand the materials or manufacture a Level 10 Soul-Guided Cannonball.

After all, at this stage, the only Level 10 Soul Tool was the Silver Moon Divine Light Shield.

Whether the Sun Moon Empire possessed the prerequisite technologies needed to produce a Level 10 Soul-Guided Cannonball was genuinely uncertain.

If it had no impact, she might not receive any points.

But Mecha was another matter. With the Sun Moon Empire's current technological capabilities, creating the lowest-grade White-tier Mecha, or even a Yellow-tier Mecha, was entirely possible.

And Meng Hongchen, who proposed and successfully realized Mecha ahead of time and pioneered this branch, would certainly earn no small number of points.

After all, the prototype of this thing would not be developed until several decades later.

Moreover, she could receive help from her grandfather, Jing Hongchen, in building Mecha.

Even if she failed to grasp the Mecha materials at the beginning and could not establish herself as a genius girl—

She could still use her grandfather's reputation and reasonably present the materials in Jing Hongchen's name.

[Meng Hongchen: I understand. Thank you, Godfather. Then, Godfather, could you lend me the points to exchange for the initial materials? Don't worry. Once I succeed, I'll repay you double immediately.]

[Wu Xian: That won't be a problem.]

With more than a hundred thousand points, Wu Xian did not care about such a minor expense at all.

After all, the most basic Mecha materials could probably all be bought for around five thousand points.

After that, she could use them to snowball her way upward.

After receiving Wu Xian's affirmative reply, she, having been sent back to her room by Jing Hongchen, excitedly jumped around inside it.

Seeing that Meng Hongchen had actually managed to borrow five thousand points, Ma Xiaotao felt a little sour.

[Ma Xiaotao: Godfather, could you also lend me ten thousand points to exchange for a Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower? I can't endure this Evil Fire for another moment.]

[Wu Xian: Exchanging directly for an Immortal Herb like that is too wasteful. It would be better to wait a few days until we go to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye and pick one from there.]

[Wu Xian: Of course, that's only my suggestion. If you really want to borrow the points, I can lend them to you. But you'll have to bear the loss yourself.]

When it came to Group Chat members, Wu Xian mainly offered suggestions. Whether they were willing to listen was their own business.

Ma Xiaotao pondered for a moment. Her red eyes flickered repeatedly before she finally chose to accept Wu Xian's suggestion.

[Ma Xiaotao: Fine, I'll endure this Evil Fire a little longer. Godfather, when you return to the Main World, remember to call me. Let me get a good look at the bearing of Ancestor Tang San.]

Wu Xian could practically feel how Ma Xiaotao had gritted her teeth while typing those words.

[Wu Xian: No problem.]

Only after receiving Wu Xian's definite answer did Ma Xiaotao close the Group Chat in satisfaction.

Still, she secretly bore some resentment toward Tang San. He was already a god, so why had he sealed off the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye and set up so many restrictions?

Those things were clearly of no use whatsoever to a god like him.

If you block my path to greatness, then even an ancestor can be beaten.

After the Group Chat discussion ended, Qian Renxue and Jing Hongchen also completed their transaction.

Qian Renxue would provide a portion of the higher-level Soul Tool technology, while Jing Hongchen needed to help Qian Renxue complete at least three Soul Tool configuration designs for Soul Tool Legions.

He also had to compile the Soul Tool operation manuals into volumes and hand them over to Qian Renxue.

Although Jing Hongchen did not understand why such a strange transaction was being proposed—

Even if she had Soul Tool configurations for Soul Tool Legions, she had no Soul Tools. What use would they be?

But in the face of higher-level Soul Tool technology, he chose to keep quiet. As long as he did not betray imperial secrets, he would satisfy every demand of his client.

As for calling in the empire's consecrated experts, leaving aside the fact that the two before him were Meng Hongchen's friends, if a fight broke out, the Hongchen Family would definitely be the first to suffer.

What was more, it was uncertain whether they could even keep the two here. If they failed, the Hongchen Family would have to remain vigilant against their revenge forever after.

The Hongchen Family were imperial nobles, not the imperial family. There was no need for that.

In the end, the two agreed to complete the transaction at the Hongchen Family residence tomorrow night.

After leaving Hongchen Mansion, Qian Renxue suddenly stopped on the way back to the inn. Looking at the ragged old man before her, she frowned.

Wu Xian did not ask aloud. Instead, he communicated through an encrypted conversation in the Group Chat.

[Wu Xian: What's wrong?]

[Little Angel: Fallen Soul Master.]

A Fallen Soul Master. Following Qian Renxue's gaze, Infinity likewise locked onto the ragged old man.

But in Wu Xian's eyes, the old man before them did not possess even the slightest trace of evil aura. He truly looked like an ordinary elderly man.

Still, Wu Xian was willing to trust the Six-Winged Angel's perception of Evil.

If he remembered correctly, the Holy Spirit Cult had a stronghold in Mingdu.

[Wu Xian: So, want to hit him?]

The moment he said that, Qian Renxue shot him a strange glance.

[Little Angel: How crude. It should be called punishing evil and upholding justice. But forget it for now. We still need to buy Soul Tools from the Sun Moon Empire, so we shouldn't provoke them too soon.]

Now it was Wu Xian's turn to look at Qian Renxue strangely.

[Wu Xian: I thought Angel Martial Souls were the kind that couldn't resist rushing over to slash Fallen Soul Masters whenever they saw them.]

Qian Renxue was a little speechless.

[Little Angel: We have Angel Martial Souls, not cat Martial Souls. Do cats have to take a bite whenever they see a mouse?]

Since they had decided not to strike at the Evil Spirit Master stronghold, the two withdrew their gazes and slowly walked toward the inn.

Meanwhile, the Evil Spirit Master wandering the streets suddenly felt a chill at his neck.

He looked left and right but found nothing. Thinking it was merely his imagination, he did not pay it much mind.