Butterfly Beauty

The Sinking Fishmen of the Sea Folk, the Swan Smiles of the Winged Race, the Butterfly Girls of the Insect Race, the Moon Elves of the forests, and the Flower Beauties transformed from plants were known as the five great beauty races of the Red Soil Continent.

These races possessed exceptional yet baffling genes. Any random girl from among them could be a calamity-level beauty.

These races were rare beyond measure, and every one of them was a target pursued by Slave-Catching Groups. Once they appeared on the market, they were invariably sold at sky-high prices.

Li Ziran secretly smiled bitterly. So they had not come to take him as a disciple after all.

"Sir, you must be joking. I'm only a little wizard. How could I..."

Sandrew chuckled. "Li Ziran, don't be modest. I know the rules. That octopus frog took quite a bit of effort on my part. Your Transformation Spell is quite good, and you will definitely need special frogs again in the future. As it happens, I'll be making a trip to the Abyss soon. If it's convenient, I don't mind wasting a little time to collect two for you."

Li Ziran smiled bitterly. What did this count as?

He casually accepted the sheepskin letter Rainbow-tail Girl handed him, only to find that three months had already passed.

He could not help sizing Sandrew up. Necromancers were more or less half alchemists, and an Archmage like this should not have no solution at all for a mere physical condition.

Moreover, the five great beauty races were exceedingly rare, and every one of them was a precious slave.

Especially on the Wasteland—once members of these races showed themselves, they would surely be met with frenzied pursuit. Why had a girl dared to remain on the Wasteland for