After all.

This adorable planning, it might just be possible!

The planning has way too many precedents.

Previously, during the Spirit Root Drawing, they crazily shoved SSR right in our faces, afraid that we might not get good things because of bad luck.

Right now, the old steward suddenly sends a beggar over.

It's just so abrupt.

This plot is really baffling.

The quick-witted blacksmiths started brainstorming and instantly uncovered the deep meaning behind the scheming.

"Holy cow!"

"Holy cow!"

"Planning is slick!"

A group of people are furiously typing.

And Ning Zheng sees this, smiling with satisfaction.

Their previous chaotic guesswork, brainstorming what the planning could mean, has finally paid off.

Su Yuniang: "So, this little beggar is the big boss? We might have to be cautious now, try probing carefully? Increase NPC likability?"

Jiucai Rong: "No, people like this are probably very smart, deliberate moves will be detected, just get along peacefully, trust in our blacksmiths' charm to move her."

Su Yuniang thinks it's sensible: "As a fangirl, dealing with a little girl is a cinch."

Medical Fairy: "No, since she's acting as a little beggar, let's make her be a little beggar, make her work hard, work for real."

Everyone: "???"

Ning Zheng shows a satisfied smile.

Ning Zheng exits their discussion thread and looks at another one.

It contains data from nuclear fusion experiments.

Four days into opening the shop, all fusion experiments over the past few days have been successful!

And, they continue to fuse, adjust, reaching the Divine Essence Realm.

Because, among these two thousand people, many are cultivators of the first and second body realm.

Combined, the soul strength of these two thousand low-tier cultivators is enough to rival a Divine Essence Realm perfected.

However, the existence time of the virtual shadow is very brief.

Since the fusion is not yet complete.

Moreover, besides fusion nuclear fusion, they are also thinking about how to infuse the Manor Master's Embers into a magical artifact.

A group of blacksmiths frantically discussing.

"The Manor Master's Artifact Spirit is too large, like a small mountain! It probably needs advanced rare divine materials to contain it, otherwise it would require a giant Magic Copper, otherwise it wouldn't fit."

"Is it any good for the Manor Master to turn into Ash Artifact at all?"

"Exactly, just one Yin Attribute, a single Ash Artifact is pretty useless! Ash Artifacts have long been researched, looked down upon by traditional blacksmiths, only fusion Ash Artifacts are really useful."

"How do we produce a Yang Attribute Embers for the Manor Master for fusion?"

"Probably can't do it, unless the Manor Master dies, revives, and opens a Yang Spirit Root Embers, then they can be fused."

"That's right."

...

A group of people is constantly discussing.

Ning Zheng's eye twitches as he watches.

They truly are well-intentioned, trying to make me a Yin Yang fusion Divine Sword?

But their analysis is indeed reasonable!

Yin Spirit Root, Yang Spirit Root, Embers fusion must be homogenous.

Unless he can produce a Yang Spirit Root Embers, otherwise it can't be fused, creating his own Yin Yang Embers Magical Artifact is impossible.

Yet Ning Zheng isn't concerned by this.

What's the point of turning the Manor Master into a magical artifact and selling it?

Just sell the blacksmith's Ember artifacts.

...

The next morning.

Today they were going to fight the boss City Guard.

"Start welcoming the Manor Master."

"Today is probably the Manor Master's first appearance, right."

Whish!

After worshipping with incense, Su Yuniang swung her long blade, each person slicing, rapidly fusing it into the bubble in the sky.

Boom!

A gigantic silhouette emerged, very stable.

Ning Zheng attempted control from a distance and found it was successful.

But there were huge problems.

It's not that he couldn't control it, but because it wasn't produced by a single person, carrying a mixed chaotic obsession.

Inside the body, it seemed like countless people were chanting something like "Better No-Life" "Clover" "Welcome Mother of Non-Life"... these strange fragmented murmurs.

Those female prisoners, who worship every day, clearly transmitted this soul-division virus sub-body infection.

Ning Zheng manipulated his gigantic shadow clone and felt something was off.

"Great, with this shell on, I'm really putting on some evil cult's coat."

His eye twitched.

Pingchang City as a starting point, is going to give birth to another mysterious higher-up from the No-Life Sect!?

Ning Zheng calculated the months.

Pingchang City gave rise to Jiao Wuyu, Sword Fairy, now it's about to give rise to me?

Wouldn't that attract Jian Xin to come kill in Pingchang City again?

Really, all sorts of wild spirits are crazily walking out of this small town.

That said.

Ning Zheng definitely had no intent of renouncing this mighty power.

He's still in the early period of the Four Viscera Realm, being able to control a temporary clone that's above his own great realm is already very good.

Moreover, with the expansion of prison population, this power source of gathering strength has only just begun.

Whish.

Ning Zheng activated the teleportation array, heading to the opposite of the graveyard.

"Over at Pingchang City, I dare not show myself, might as well go to try the power at the City Guard side."

After all, that live target is prepared for myself.

However, when they're going for broke, you have to kill them instantly, otherwise, before dying, he will definitely destroy that plantation district.

Ning Zheng checked his Qi Fortune Value:

[Today's Qi Fortune Value: 3000 points]

With such a small difference, having the element of surprise, the chances of winning are very high.

The opponent's spiritual root attributes, general abilities have been roughly understood by the blacksmiths through inquiries.

Swoosh!~

"Life is always so uneventful."

Ning Zheng controls the gigantic shadow Dharma Aspect, arriving opposite the teleportation array.

Surrounded by snowy mountains, a half-dug-out ancient tomb stood alone.

In the tomb.

Only a group of prison guards wandering in place, shivering in the cold, huddled together.

They don't feel cold, but they think they're cold.

"What's going on?"

"Our prison, why hasn't it been rebuilt."

"It's not a scam, is it."

"I'm going to freeze to death."

...

Just discussing when suddenly someone cries out.

Countless people look up to see an unbelievable scene.

They see a layer of swirling black shadow stepping forward, this shadow is vast, covering several hundred meters, containing various terrifying whispers.

"Born into suffering, better No-Life."

"Born into suffering, better No-Life."

Chanted in unison, devoutly and crazily, impacting people's heart minds.

The figure seemed surrounded by countless believers, and stood in the sky, looking down at the tomb, with eyes indifferent.

"Such boldness!"

The City Guard leapt fiercely.

Li Ming stepped into the sky, angrily asking: "Which No-Life sect are you from? Those previous cultists, were they all kidnapped by you?"

"To see my true form with one glance, not bad at all."

The shadow stretched out in front of countless prison guards, drawing bow and shooting arrows, a formless black energy arrow suddenly conjured on the black bow.

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