A Contest

A Contest

After he finished speaking, he took a piece of prop cloth and draped it over his head. His vision went dark, and the speck of light inside the Stone suddenly brightened, looking almost like a starry sky.

"It looks great." Xu Huo flipped the cloth off his head. "Where did you get the prop?"

"Mr. Dong gave it to me." The painted woman covered the new Communicator in her pocket, picked up the prop, and ran off.

Picking up the Stone, Xu Huo went to the Study Room to inspect the ores placed beside the Nuwa Stone. After testing them with an instrument, he found that nothing had changed.

Ores near an Origin Stone could be affected by it and turn into Sub-class Stones, but what kind of Sub-class Stone they became—and how long the process took—was uncertain.

After giving it some thought, Xu Huo put the Stone in his inner pocket.

He needed the Nuwa Stone to sustain King Fungus, so he couldn't go for long without carrying it. He would have to alternate between them.

"Sir?" Mr. Dong knocked from outside. "The items you ordered have arrived."

Xu Huo had ordered the Wormhole Flowers and props that morning. They weren't rare, high-grade props, so they had been delivered quickly.

He placed one pot of Wormhole Flowers on the desk, then carried the other into the Ancient Castle's inner space.

Taking out the green Potion, Xu Huo dipped a cotton swab into it and dabbed some on a leaf of the Wormhole Flower. As expected, within seconds, the spot that had been touched by the Potion turned from purple to red.

Dr. Deng hadn't lied about that.

To be safe, he also tried an ordinary Potion. It left behind an unevenly colored spot. The same thing happened