The Greedy Goblin

A Thumb Bottle, as its name suggested, was only the size of a thumb. Yet this tiny little bottle directly made the reserved goblin alchemist compromise.

He stretched out his chubby palm and tucked the bottle of Soul Plasma into his robes. Immediately, he grew excited and laughed. "This really is good stuff. At the very least, it can solve many problems. Li, it is absolutely my honor to sit with you."

The instant the other party accepted the Soul Plasma, Li Ziran smiled as well. This bottle alone was enough to make this matter succeed.

A Derivative Space—this was something Li Ziran had never dared imagine. After all, those capable of controlling such spaces were all extraordinary figures of immense stature.

Naturally, it meant even more to him.

The stability and private ownership of a Derivative Space were what he valued most. Possessing one was equivalent to establishing an absolutely secure production base.

Whether it was Embryo production, Living-Being Modification, or organ research, all of it required absolute quiet.

More importantly, the Trade Network he had planned absolutely needed the support of a solid base.

Before, he had never considered it, because it had been nearly impossible. But now that the goblin had brought it up, his interest was instantly piqued.

"I think we had better save some time. You just saw that I have other engagements," Li Ziran urged.

"Fine. It is actually very simple. Title-Class alchemists naturally would not waste their energy excavating Derivative Spaces, but there is more than one way to obtain one. Li, you should know that any great figure who has surpassed the Title Realm, as well as certain special races, can excavate Derivative Spaces on their own."

Li Ziran nodded. It was common knowledge, yet he still could not understand what medicine