The most extreme effect? What's that? Even Boss Huang had no idea what the copper-faced man was trying to do.
All he knew was that the Demon Infant and Tang Ling's war seed had a strange connection.
He also knew that after the copper-faced man pulled the seed out of Tang Ling's heart, he went to the smithing room, leaving Tang Ling with his wound open and his heart exposed. The copper-faced man told Boss Huang to take care of the seed before he left.
Take care of the seed? How was he supposed to take care of the seed?! Boss Huang wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He endured the pain in his teeth and brought out the best hemostatic medicine from his room to stop the bleeding. He then covered Tang Ling's wound with a piece of cloth.
Tang Ling's heart was not injured anyway. It just looked scary.
The biggest wound was the gash. After stopping the bleeding, would he have to stitch it up? Unless the copper-faced man did not put the seed back in.
Therefore, he covered the wound with a piece of cloth.
"Is it done?" The copper-faced man did not turn around. There was a transparent container in front of him. Boss Huang must have used it to store something. Boss Huang must have used it to store something, but the copper-faced man had poured out the contents of the container.
The crystallized Demon Infant was soaking in the liquid and the copper-faced man was holding a delicate knife in his hand. It seemed like it was also one of Boss Huang's collections.
Boss Huang's heart was bleeding when he saw the scene and the hole in his collection room, but he could not vent his anger. All he could do was clench his teeth and ask, "Are you satisfied with the stuff from a poor family like me?"
"Barely. This is all I can make." The copper-faced man did not even look up. The knife in his hand easily cut open the crystallized Demon Infant's forehead, revealing the red jelly-like substance underneath. He then carefully placed the little seed inside.
The Rebirth Liquid! Boss Huang's expression changed instantly. He dashed into his collection room like a tornado, which was also the mysterious storeroom in Tang Ling's eyes.
Less than two minutes later, Boss Huang's miserable wails came from the storeroom. "I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm going to die of poverty! I'm going to die of poverty! "
The copper-faced man tilted his head a little. If it wasn't for his mask, one could imagine his frown of disdain.
"My top-tier Universal Source Rock is gone! Argh! My Level 7 vicious beast's blood essence is gone too! Argh! I can't live anymore!" Boss Huang was still wailing like a ghost.
The copper-faced man could no longer hold it in and growled, "Shut up."
Boss Huang went quiet. Half a minute later, he walked out of the storeroom with a sorrowful expression. He was shrouded in a dejected aura and even the pajamas with Monty's face printed on it looked miserable.
"I don't care. You have to give me an explanation. You don't know how much hardship I've gone through and how much blood, sweat, and tears I've poured in to accumulate this wealth. Do you think I can spend it so casually? " Boss Huang pulled out a handkerchief with Monty's face on it out of nowhere and bit it.
"Disgusting." The copper-faced man saw Boss Huang's reaction and spoke the truth from the bottom of his heart.
However, before Boss Huang could say anything, the copper-faced man added, "You've been stingy all this while. Are you trying to make up for it and …"
"I'm not doing that. I just want to live a rich life." Boss Huang's expression changed right away. He anxiously interrupted the copper-faced man and firmly denied what he said.
The copper-faced man did not argue either. He said calmly, "Everything will be revived. Don't you worry."
"I don't care." Boss Huang turned away.
"This Demon Infant's body is very valuable, but I only want the active substance in it. The active substance can make up for the lost vitality of the war seeds. The rest is yours. "The copper-faced man did not continue the topic. Instead, he changed the topic.
"How much is the rest worth?" Boss Huang was upset as if he had suffered a loss, but judging from his gaze, he still cared about it.
"Level 3 superalloy, Dark element, though it's less than 50 grams after refining." The copper-faced man seemed to be more knowledgeable than Boss Huang.
"Oh? Ah … "Boss Huang could not hold back the smile on his face, but he said," It's a loss. It's a loss. "
Of course, only he knew whether it was a loss or not.
A bag was tossed beside Boss Huang's feet. Boss Huang picked it up and opened it. His eyes shone brightly because there were 200 True Capital coins in the bag.
"Is it enough? If not, give me back the coins. I'll owe you for now. " The copper-faced man sounded calm as if giving out 200 True Capital coins was nothing out of the ordinary.
"It's barely enough. How can I take back the money I've given?" Boss Huang smiled and pocketed all the True Capital coins into his pocket.
The copper-faced man did not look at Boss Huang. Instead, he focused on the little seed soaking in the red substance. Upon closer inspection, the red substance had faded a little.
**
It was 6 am in the morning in Darkness Port.
Since it was winter, the sky had yet to brighten up. However, the slightly chilly morning air that belonged to the seaside with the sea breeze had already spread throughout Darkness Port.
Tang Ling's biological clock was always on time, so he had woken up 10 minutes ago.
He was in a good mood. With a gentle smile on his face, he held a bowl of porridge and insisted on feeding him. Doubts filled Tang Ling's heart.
"Come on, I cooked it myself. It's good for your recovery." Boss Huang was persistent. He insisted on shoving the spoon into Tang Ling's mouth as if he was trying to force it into his mouth.
However, Tang Ling kept his mouth shut and refused to eat.
How could he eat it without hesitation? How could he not be suspicious? As soon as he woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. There were bloodstains on his clothes, and there was a bloodstained cloth beside him. When he pulled open his clothes to take a look, he saw that there was an indescribable scar on his chest. What was this? What happened last night? Tang Ling felt a chill down his spine.
On top of that, the porridge was cooked by Boss Huang himself? The rice looked like it was a grain of rice and water, so how could he drink it?
"Are you going to drink it or not?" Boss Huang was losing his patience. If it were not for the bountiful harvest yesterday, he would not have been so attentive to Tang Ling.
"If you don't tell me, I won't drink it." Tang Ling pointed at the scar on his chest.
"Drink it or leave it." Boss Huang was arrogant.
"I'm not smithing anymore."
"Fight it or leave it."
"I'm going to do whatever I want in the Hell Ledge Challenge."
"But …" Boss Huang's arrogance did not last for more than three seconds. His expression changed into a gentle smile. "I'll tell you, okay?"
"What happened? My stomach was cut open! "Tang Ling felt wronged.
"Actually, in your eyes, what kind of person do you think I, Huang Dao, am?" Boss Huang's expression turned heavy.
Tang Ling was speechless. "Get to the point!"
"Fine, the point is that I'm a low-profile man and I don't like to boast. I suddenly realized the use of the Demon Infant yesterday, and it's very beneficial to your war seed, so I made it right away.
"I've been working hard all night to finish all the things I need to do. I didn't even have time to care about my own body. I thought about how you might get hurt when I extracted the war seed, so out of my love for you, I endured my exhaustion and cooked porridge for you. How dare you do this to me? How dare you threaten me? "Boss Huang spilled everything in a single breath.
The lie was half-true. Of course, he was not the one who did it, but according to the copper-faced man's request, he had to take responsibility for everything. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain himself.
As a matter of fact, with the cell regeneration serum, his wounds would recover quickly. Even though it was not completely gone, it was not as obvious as it seemed.
However, under normal circumstances, cultivators would not be willing to overuse cell regeneration agents. Instead, they would prefer to recover naturally through supplementing nutrients.
After all, the cell regeneration serum might be heaven-defying, but from a certain aspect, it also invested in the potential of the cells.
Tang Ling was often injured, but he rarely used cell regeneration serum. He basically relied on a large amount of food and his insane recovery speed to recover.
Therefore, neither the copper-faced man nor Boss Huang were willing to use the cell regeneration serum on Tang Ling due to his injuries, so they had to explain themselves to Tang Ling.
Really? Tang Ling sized up Boss Huang from top to bottom with a suspicious gaze. He did not believe a single word that Boss Huang said.
However, the Demon Infant's body was gone. Tang Ling tried to call the little seed, but for the first time, the little seed did not respond.
All Tang Ling could feel was that the little seed was still in his heart, but it had fallen into a deep slumber.
It was the first time since the little seed gained consciousness!
Tang Ling also felt that the little seed's condition was slightly different, but what was different? It was hard to describe. It felt like the little seed was once a baby that was always sleeping and lacked vitality. Now, the little seed's vitality was a little more condensed and would not go away easily.
Tang Ling did not know whether he was right or not. What kind of changes would the little seed undergo after it woke up? However, it also proved that Boss Huang did not lie about the little seed.
"I'm not lying to you." Boss Huang did not look guilty at all.
Tang Ling frowned as he tried to recall what happened last night. He seemed to have seen the copper-faced man who beat him up badly in his dream.
Soon enough, Tang Ling rejected the thought. Why would the copper-faced man be here? What reason did he have to help him? Moreover, it was just a dream, so how could he treat it seriously?
Even though Tang Ling's heart was filled with doubts, he did not press further. If Boss Huang was unwilling to spill the beans, Tang Ling would rather die than spit out a single word.
"I don't want porridge. I want Ding Ling's cooking." Tang Ling did not press further, but he rejected Boss Huang's frown.
Just when Boss Huang wanted to say something, the street below Dvesha Moha suddenly became lively.
It was only 6 am in the morning.
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