Slaves and Frogs Used Together

"Get out, get out! You can't even pull silk properly. Slightly extract a bit of mixed Necrotic Force from the marked point and slowly stretch it, understand?"

"I really don't know what's in your head, urine or something? I've never seen anyone as stupid as you. What did I do to deserve being here teaching you Undead?"

"I'm so angry, so angry! It's like pulling sugar, pulling sugar, you get it? Pigman!"

"Mental strength! Mental strength! Dude, it's mental strength! How many times have I told you, use mental strength to control it, not brute force."

"Heh heh heh heh! Li Ziran, look at me now, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy! I really want to throw you off the Mage Tower, you're so stupid, get out of here, I'll go crazy if I look at you again."

Bang!

The door to the training room was slammed shut, giving Li Ziran no chance to linger at the entrance. The Corpse Witch guarding the two sides picked him up and threw him out of the Mage Tower.

He had never seen anything so violent. It was just cultivation; was such ruthlessness necessary?

Sandrew's attitude was quite different when they entered the Mage Tower in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered, the Corpse Witch brought him a cup of hot tea and prepared all the Elves that Li Ziran needed.

The group consisted entirely of Wind Elf, who even humbly assisted Li Ziran, acting exactly like a refined and elegant patriarch.

Especially after successfully transplanting wind-attribute lungs into the Elves girl's body, and the lungs and heart forming a blood circulation system that significantly increased her Magic Power, Sandrew couldn't stop smiling. He kept praising Li Ziran as a genius and even Prophecy without reservation that Li Ziran would definitely become a shining star in the Wasteland in the future.

But as soon as they entered the cultivation room, everything changed.

"Didn't you say you were going to jump off the tower?" Li Ziran muttered, "How come you have no credibility at all?"

He shook his head inwardly, but was still quite pleased; he had been busy all afternoon and had gained a lot.

All the markers needed by the Corpse Witch have been completed, and they are mostly shaped like small steamed buns.

However, pulling out the threads is difficult. Each thread is thinner than a hair, requiring a perfect fusion of mental power and Necrotic Force. Furthermore, during the process of pulling out the threads, the mental power cannot fluctuate in the slightest.

This is difficult.

Even the slightest tremor can cause the bone fibers to either break or become uneven in thickness.

In Li Ziran's view, uneven thickness should still be considered a success, but in Sandrew's eyes, this is unqualified, and he will directly use his mental power to crush the bone threads that he has worked so hard to pull out.

Feeling the emptiness in my Spirit World, I couldn't help but feel worried at the thought of starting to devour Frog souls all night.

It would be best if it could devour the souls of living beings.

Li Ziran thought to himself, but he could Magister do it in Blackwind Pass. A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, especially with three Undead suppressing it.

"I feel like going out to do business!"

This was absolutely from the bottom of his heart; he missed the days when he was robbed.

Unfortunately, we can't leave in the short term.

Opportunities like Sandrew's are extremely rare. Once the Butterfly Girl settles down, or that Demon of some unknown race successfully gives birth, such opportunities for personal guidance will likely disappear.

He needs to hurry!

Back at the pond, they could see many guests in the small building from afar. They clearly knew that Li Ziran had returned, and Xiao Wei was busy greeting them like a hostess.

Seeing Li Ziran approaching, he quickly stepped forward and respectfully greeted him as "Master."

Li Ziran nodded, glanced at the others, and saw many familiar faces, but also quite a few unfamiliar ones.

One of the giant rats with a beard caught Li Ziran's eye. It was House, House Venetian Ratfolk. Don't let his shifty appearance fool you; he was one of the biggest corpse transporters in Blackwind Pass. He also had a small Slave-Catching Group in the Wasteland and a small slave shop in Bailando City.

"How's business?" Li Ziran greeted him. This was just an ordinary customer, and the reason he was able to help Li Ziran sell slaves was, of course, because Li Ziran had saved his almost rotten tongue.

"Not bad." House greeted Li Ziran with a smile as soon as he saw him. "It's just that the prices fluctuate too much. But the shops in Bailando City are doing well. They got a new female city lord there, and there are more human merchants now. A lot of alchemical potions have flowed over. I heard that this city lord Human Race background."

Li Ziran's eyes lit up. It seemed Nicole was alright. "Is your tongue okay?"

"Great! Can't you see how fluent I am? By the way, your maid said you have a batch of slaves that you need me to handle?" House got straight to the point. "I happen to have a friend who has a bad sore throat and I'd like to ask you for a favor."

Li Ziran glanced behind the other person, who was also a Venice Rat. The rat had been coughing ever since it came in.

That's fine. After all, House is considered a regular client, but his value has increased significantly in recent years, and he has the potential to become a junior VIP. The clients he vouches for must also be of extraordinary status.

Of course, now is not the time to assess the other party's value.

"Are there any criminals?" Li Ziran asked directly. House had a good relationship with the Beast Race House, and he could get hold of some vicious and ruthless guys on the Grasslands.

Li Ziran needed this batch of goods; he had examined them and found that the Soul Energy provide greater spiritual feedback.

Beast Race criminals are the most desirable, as they often possess considerable strength, but due to their race, their prices are relatively lower.

"Hehe, I'm the one who helps you deal with slaves," House laughed, somewhat surprised. He usually helped Li Ziran deal with slaves, and rarely saw the other party buy any.

"Hey, I need a batch on hand, do you have any in stock?"

"Yes! But this friend of mine?" House glanced behind him.

"No problem, surgery right away!" Li Ziran said with a smile, House upstairs. Unfortunately, this business deal wasn't free; it emptied the few silver coins in his pocket.

They only got 10 Orc robbers, who were slightly stronger than ordinary people, on the condition that they deliver the goods immediately.

The poor had no choice but to do this, and Li Ziran planned it out: he would use the Orc robbers and Frog together, which would be slightly easier than using the Frog all night.

"It's some rather troublesome inflammation. You've probably taken medication before. The tonsils have become necrotic. If it's simple, I'll clean out the rotten parts. If it's more thorough, I might be able to replace the tonsils above your throat with new ones."

With slaves in hand, Li Ziran in a good mood and could explain the symptoms in detail, leaving the decision of whether to keep or discard them to the guest.

"Of course, we'll get a new one," House said without saying anything, but the other person took the initiative to speak.

Li Ziran nodded, gave House a wink, and House understood and left the second floor.

Li Ziran chatted with a few more friends, hoping to find out if there was any special business opportunity—to provide him with a batch of slaves with decent souls.

Unfortunately, these are all ordinary people.

He handled all the cases that required his inspection properly, and the new faces were mostly people who came seeking his help because of his reputation.

Li Ziran glanced at the Minotaur who were still standing not far away. These people were well-trained warriors from the Grasslands, and their soul strength should be quite formidable.

Unfortunately, it's just a thought.

We can't take action without understanding the relationships behind this group.

The tonsil removal and replacement wasn't too difficult, but it still took about half an hour. After two minor surgeries, my mood gradually improved, and now was the perfect time to use the Devouring Curse to replenish my mental energy.

When I passed by the pond, I could clearly see that there were fewer Frog. The big ones were almost gone, and there were only a few female frogs left on the grass. A group of tadpole eggs had emerged from the pond, which were just some newly formed Frog.

Li Ziran couldn't help but worry. In just two days, they had almost devoured all the Frog in the pond. At his pace of learning Corpse Witch, it would definitely take him three to five days.

However, House was quick; while he was performing the surgery, he had already sent ten Orc to the secret chamber at the back.

Ten nylon bags were neatly arranged in a row. Li Ziran opened one, and a human head emerged, covered in thick downy hair and with horns on its head.

This should be a descendant of Sheepfolk and a human. During the Second Continental War, the Beast Race invaded Human Race territory many times, which led to the birth of many special breeds.

These Orc were rejected by humans because of their ugly appearance, and the Beast Race also disliked and did not recognize them because of their impure bloodline.

As a result, Orc mostly did odd jobs, or mingled at the bottom of the Beast Race and Human Race. Without bloodlines or inheritances, they only had advanced reproductive abilities and simple physical strength, naturally becoming the root of chaos between the two tribes.

Half of the criminals among the Beast Race are these Orc.

They are the lowest of all races, and Human Race can even openly buy and sell this race within their own ranks.

At this moment, the goat-like Orc had its eyes wide open, its mouth stuffed tightly with a piece of burlap, and an iron chain passed through its collarbone, binding its two strong arms.

This method of binding slaves is very professional and completely restricts their resistance.

[Transformation Spell - Serpent]

Li Ziran felt no pity, though he sympathized with him; he also needed to eat.

While the transformation was underway, Xiao Ju had already filled more than thirty nylon bags and arranged them neatly in that row, and she had also thoroughly cleaned the secret room.

I have to say, having a woman like that is really great.

The tedious Snake Transformation, the tedious Devouring Curse —this monotonous work took up the entire night. Luckily, a sheep-like Orc came along to fill in, saving an hour.

He had to use them slowly; these ten wouldn't take long. He could use the remaining time to practice pulling the silk carefully, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep.

I woke up to the same fragrance and the same clean room, the only difference being a glass of still-warm goat milk on the table.

So thoughtful!

It's very comfortable.

It was absolutely a wonderful day.

If I can't handle this great mood and make the candied fruit look good, I'd be doing myself a disservice.

After a quick wash, he hurried toward Sandrew's Corpse Mountain. Before he could even get close to the Necromantic Apprentice, Sandrew's Bone Bird descended from the sky, grabbed Li Ziran, and carried him up to the Mage Tower.

This bizarre scene made Archmage Necromantic Apprentice nearby quite envious, since in their memory, this Undead was rarely so approachable.

But Li Ziran was not doing well at all, especially when he saw the Butterfly Girl's gradually shrinking uterus; his expression was completely off.

"Tell me quickly, what happened? Is the thing inside dying?" Sandrew was very serious, his eyes were red, and he seemed very anxious.

"Let me think!" Li Ziran quickly filtered the information. This uterus was clearly malnourished. He remembered that when he left yesterday, the lungs and heart had already closed up, the elemental power in the blood was very abundant, and it was continuously supplying energy to the uterus. Everything was going smoothly. "Master, you didn't do anything, did you?"

Sandrew's eyes flashed, as if he were somewhat flustered.

"Tell me the truth, you shouldn't lie to a Witch Doctor." Li Ziran said firmly, not wanting to ruin the training opportunity he had worked so hard to obtain.

Sandrew hesitated for a moment, seemingly more concerned about the Embryo, and said, "She said she was very hungry in the early hours of yesterday morning, so I secretly stuffed a soul into her."