Abyss Wraith Embryo

Nether-Soul Grass?

Li Ziran frowned slightly. He was not skilled with herbs. "Is it very rare?"

Janice shook her head, picked up a quill beside her, and drew an unremarkable three-leaf clover on the parchment. "Nether-Soul Grass is specifically used to nourish souls with warmth. This grass grows parasitically near corpses, surviving on decaying Elemental Bugs. It isn't difficult to obtain. The only difficulty is the Grass Sacrifice Spell. Unfortunately, I am only skilled at offering sacrifices to divine objects. I am not skilled at sacrificing ordinary grasses like this."

Li Ziran smiled. As it happened, Anfuni had taught him that spell.

With a diagram and detailed information about where it grew, finding it was no trouble at all. The Iron Hammer Slave-Catching Group was flourishing now. Less than half an hour after he handed out the order, more than three hundred stalks of Nether-Soul Grass were delivered into the basement.

He had truly come to appreciate the benefits of having many hands.

After confirming that this was the Nether-Soul Grass he needed, Li Ziran entered the operating room directly. He held the Abyss Wraith skeleton in both hands, closed his eyes, and slowly activated the Grass Sacrifice Spell.

This was the only Healing Spell Li Ziran knew. Unfortunately, after coming into contact with the Judgment Spell, he had paid it little attention.

All healing methods during surgery had been replaced with Sacred Potions.

At this moment, he merely condensed the faintest trace of green light.

Yet in the Elven priestess's eyes, this was undoubtedly a miracle. She could not imagine that a human knew the Elves' Grass Sacrifice Spell. As a slave, she did not dare make a sound, but her stomach was full of curiosity. She could not understand what this man was trying to do.

A faint