[Sacrifice: Grass]

"Oh, so can you kill Nicole?" Anfuni chuckled.

Kill Nicole?

The moment the other party asked the question, Li Ziran hesitated briefly and unconsciously looked up at the sky. At this moment, the girl, who had fully mastered Wind Archmage, had completely taken control of the situation.

However, Jon could not be completely killed, and the situation remained deadlocked.

According to his Survival Law, he should nod at this point; this woman might be able to offer him something special.

His hesitation proves that he is resistant to it.

"Okay," Li Ziran said softly, "But we need to offer enough incentives!"

"Really?" The woman smiled eerily. "It's hard for me to believe. You're just an ordinary wizard, how could you kill a Wind Archmage?"

Li Ziran couldn't help but chuckle. Was this woman testing his professional skills?

"It's simple. Nicole just had a successful organ transplant, and her kidneys aren't a perfect match for her body. Also, although this kidney has the ability to extract Wind Element, it's far from fully formed. If we can communicate with Jon, we just need to direct our main attacks at Nicole." To show his sincerity, Li Ziran didn't mind revealing some things. Of course, if Jon heard these words, it wouldn't be enough to kill Nicole.

"I'm saying you killed her!" Anfuni said firmly, knowing it was all empty talk.

"Me?" Li Ziran chuckled lightly. "That's even simpler. If you know anything about potion-making, you should know that the greatest nemesis of Sacred Potion is Dark Potion produced in the Abyss. If you had a bottle right now, you could just spray the potion around Nicole's vicinity, and the two potions would react violently. It's that simple. If you could add a little bit of Berserk Powder, the reaction would be even more intense."

Anfuni fell silent, as if pondering the feasibility of Li Ziran's proposal.

Li Ziran wasn't lying. This was the most common method for dealing with Sacred Potion on the Red Soil Continent, but Dark Potion were much rarer. These special potions, which allowed living beings to absorb Dark Element on their own, cost dozens of times more than Sacred Potion.

He's all talk; the only Dark Potion ever found in the Wasteland is a single bottle.

"I didn't expect it to be so simple." The woman seemed to realize something and suddenly laughed. "Heh, ridiculous. A small bottle of medicine could have taken care of it, yet it drove Jon into a corner. I really didn't expect that."

"It's not that I can't think of it, it's that I simply wouldn't consider it from that perspective. Actually, killing someone is very simple. I think cursing is quite good. Curse her so that her legs are crippled or her body is covered in sores. That's more cost-effective than killing her directly." Li Ziran was full of nonsense, listing a few solutions he could think of, since it was free anyway.

However, this is not unfounded; as long as certain conditions are met, it can generally work.

However, the conditions are somewhat demanding. For example, the curse requires Title Magister, which doesn't seem to exist in the Wasteland right now.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so wicked. She's your girlfriend." The woman chuckled softly. "I'm starting to get interested in you. You're much cuter than that Vicious City Lord. I think we can become friends."

"Friends?" Li Ziran murmured, then directly refused. He didn't need this kind of overly friendly approach to cut corners. "No thanks, we're still clients. Let's be frank about our interests; it'll make both of us comfortable. We don't know each other well, so it's better to be straightforward."

"Anfuni, didn't I already say that my identity is Elves White Tiger Priest? I don't have a physical body right now, I'm being very honest." The other person introduced herself casually.

White Tiger Priest? Without a body?

Li Ziran knew that they were the most mysterious group of Elves.

No wonder they can communicate even without a body?

Are you dead?

"Hmm!" The other person seemed to nod. "He should be barely dead, but he's still clinging to life. Do you think I'm useless now?"

Li Ziran shook his head, but instead felt excited; this strange state had completely proven the other party's special value.

There aren't many people who can still talk after they die.

Elves White Tiger Priest are a group of extremely mysterious people, and only those who are qualified to serve them.

"How can I help?" Li Ziran asked cautiously, "Really kill Nicole?"

Pfft!

The other person laughed. "You're really cute. But I don't have that ability anymore. Leave Nicole, the Demon King, to the Elves Queen. I need to find a way to survive. If I talk to you a little longer, I'm afraid I'll disappear from this world."

"What do you want me to do!" Li Ziran was very excited. This was the beginning of a transaction, and a transaction meant that he could develop a new client.

This kind of customer can definitely provide him with something unexpected.

"Find a body, preferably Elves's," Anfuni said with a grin. "Jon's descendants would be perfect for me."

Li Ziran's heart skipped a beat. He glanced around, as if trying to find the invisible woman. Of course, that was impossible, but the woman's suggestion surprised him quite a bit.

In his mind, Elves should be kind, but now this one wants to replace the soul of an infant.

"Is it difficult?" Anfuni asked in her usual unhurried tone.

"What can I get?" Li Ziran asked quietly, now he needed to review the business.

Jon had complete control over his offspring, who was stuffed directly into his heart, where layers of flowing Neon flames emanated. It was virtually impossible to obtain what one desired from these flames.

But if there's a price that can entice him enough, he'll definitely rack his brains to find a way.

He didn't get an answer from Anfuni, but the elements around him seemed to be fluctuating irregularly, with strange currents swirling around him, vaguely forming a funnel-shaped vortex.

The Wasteland had vanished.

Even Li Ziran himself didn't realize how his vision had changed; at this moment, all he could see were roots that looked like earthworms.

These roots, crooked and twisted, are inserted into the soil, extending out fine tendrils that are absorbing the tiny Water Element that are floating in the soil.

Li Ziran stared at the roots, as if they would come to life with just a thought.

A strange thing happened.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the roots seemed to come alive, swaying and shaking like little people, drifting towards him.

As soon as I got close to him, he rushed into my mind like a shooting star.

Gradually, a rectangular magic circle seemed to appear in his mind, like a talisman, with small blue characters engraved within it.

These small characters, like twisted roots, are exceptionally strange.

The moment my attention fell upon them, these tiny words came to life, flooding my mind like raindrops, and then transforming into the simplest and easiest-to-understand characters.

"Grass Script?"

Li Ziran murmured softly, "This is a script similar to Frog Script. Each character has a specific meaning, and these characters are connected together to form a magic array specifically for grass."

He couldn't sense the elements, but now he seemed to be receiving something akin to inheritance.

It's just like the Necromancer Legacy Karen gave her last time.

The moment Li Ziran looked at the magic array, he felt countless green rays shooting in from all directions. At that moment, he felt an unbearable itch on his arm, as if ants were crawling on it.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw that blood vessels were growing from his severed wrist. These blood vessels intertwined and formed flesh and blood. Within the flesh and blood, the completely severed nerves were growing wildly, and even the bones were spreading outwards at a rapid pace.

Gradually, the bones formed the shape of a hand, with meridians covering the bones and flesh covering the meridians.

A skin layer appeared, and pores appeared on the skin layer. From the pores, tiny, enormous hairs, invisible to the naked eye, grew.

His hand miraculously recovered.

Li Ziran looked at his smooth, brand-new palms, opening them, closing them, and opening them again, mechanically moving them like a child.

He couldn't believe it; this ability was completely Transcendence comprehension.

Upon closer inspection, the emerald green Grass Script remained intact in his mind, flowing according to his will.

It's very blurry.

I want to see through it but can't, I can vaguely assemble that rectangular magic circle, but I feel it's beyond my capabilities.

"This is...?" Li Ziran asked incredulously.

Limb regeneration is said to be an ability possessed only by the most elite warriors of the Beast Race.

"Are you satisfied? I think this [Sacrifice Grass] should get you moving," Anfuni asked softly.

"[Sacrifice·Grass]?" Li Ziran repeated in a daze, already utterly horrified.

Devouring Curse?

No, judging from the name, it should be Ritual Art.

However, the effect is similar to the Devouring Curse. The Devouring Curse converts spiritual power, while the Ritual Art grants the power of flesh and blood regeneration.

It could barely be considered a healing spell, but it's just a bit too powerful.

At that moment, Li Ziran suddenly thought of something and quickly lay down on the ground, digging into the soil with both hands. As the soil separated, the grass roots hidden underneath gradually became visible. However, these grass roots looked as if they had been withered for hundreds of years, dry and shapeless.

With a gentle rub, it turned to ash.

Indeed, this healing power did not appear out of thin air.

"Hehe, you grasped it quickly!" Anfuni smiled with satisfaction. "It seems you should agree."