Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Three – Preparations (2/2)

This skull was slightly strange!

The two balls of mist in the empty eye sockets were deep and serene.

Without even looking, Zuo Mo knew that this was a top-tier material. Even with his god-level cultivation, he had been pulled in. The illusory ability of the skull was incomprehensible.

Zuo Mo put down the skull and reached his hand to another material.

This was a black stone. It looked ordinary but when Zuo Mo held it, he was not able to move it.

He tried again. The stone still remained motionless.

“This rock is thirty thousand catties heavy. I accidentally obtained it,” the Ghost Lord said woodenly.

Zuo Mo was slightly shocked. This stone the size of his hand was thirty thousand catties heavy! No wonder he could not pick it up! While Zuo Mo’s cultivation was god-level, his body had not recovered and he could not lift such a heavy stone.

The third material was a grey piece of wood. The wood was covered in burnt marks.

The wood was extremely light and seemed like nothing when held in his hands. What surprised Zuo Mo the most was that this stone had a clear wasteland presence.

Zuo Mo had ancient records and he guessed that this was the Grey Feather Wood, one of the shen woods of the world. The Ghost Lord’s shen power naturally would not be able to destroy it.

Zuo Mo passed the Grey Feather Wood to the Ghost Lord and said, “Ghost Lord, please channel shen power.”

The Ghost Lord did not waste words. He picked up the Grey Feather Wood and channeled shen power.

A dark, cold and vicious presence immediately covered the yard. Zuo Mo’s expression was calm and unaffected as he quickly analyzed in his mind. Moments later, he nodded and said, “That’s good.”

The Ghost Lord would never think that in such a short span of time, Zuo Mo had completely analyzed his shen power.

Zuo Mo’s god-level cultivation caused his ability to analyze to reach a terrifying level. While the Ghost Lord had just demonstrated his shen power, it was more than enough for Zuo Mo.

“This stone is not suited for you. The Grey Feather Wood and this skull can be used. But other materials are also needed.” Zuo Mo said in a professional tone of voice.

He was not tricking the other. In terms of forging shen devices, there was no one more professional than him.

“Grey Feather Wood?” The Ghost Lord raised the grey piece of wood in his hand.

“Yes,” Zuo Mo introduced, “this is a very rare kind of shen wood. It is as light as a feather. The ancient tribes frequently used them to make shen arrows. It is rare to see such a big piece of Grey Feather Wood.”

“Grandmaster is knowledgeable.” The Ghost Lord continued to speak in his dissonant voice. “What other materials are needed? Grandmaster can make a list.”

Zuo Mo shook his head. “I’m not familiar with nether materials. It would be better if you have someone take me to the storehouses. After I examine them, I will know if they can be used or not.”

“Alright.” The Ghost Master treasured words like gold.

The guard that had guided Zuo Mo here was summoned and he stood solemnly next to the Ghost Lord.

“Take Grandmaster to the material storehouses. Do whatever he tells you,” the ghost lord said.

“Yes!” the guard acknowledged.

Zuo Mo suddenly said, “I want to go see the Sea of Ten Thousand Boiling Pools, and pick some good death energy pools.”

The Ghost Lord nodded. “Alright.”

Turning his face, he said to the guard, “You will be in charge of this as well.”

“Yes!” the guard hurriedly responded.

“This is the storehouse.” The guards looked tiny as he stood in front of the mountains of materials. “What is in this storehouse are materials that are pretty good.”

The manager of the storehouse stood respectfully by the side.

The guard mimicked the tone of the Ghost Lord as he ordered the manage, “Grandmaster is picking materials here. Do whatever he tells you!”

“Yes!” the manager hurriedly said, “This lowly one will do whatever Grandmaster says!”

Zuo Mo saw this and couldn’t help but grin.

There were tens of thousands of materials in the storehouse, piled up in mountains one after another.

Zuo Mo seemed to only stroll passed these little mountains. Occasionally, one or two materials would float out of the little mountains and float behind Zuo Mo.

In about two hours, Zuo Mo had walked through the entire storehouse.

There were hundreds of kinds of materials floating behind him. He stopped and called the storehouse manager. “Come over here and identify these materials.”

The storehouse manager was extremely familiar with the materials. He quickly identified all the materials that Zuo Mo had picked. Zuo Mo then made a list noting down the materials he wanted.

When Zuo Mo identified one, the storehouse manager would nod.

Yet when Zuo Mo came to the final material, the storehouse manager’s expression became conflicted.

Noticing the other’s expression, Zuo Mo asked, “Not enough?”

“This one does not dare to lie to Daren, there is not enough in stock. This is very valuable, and we only one one-tenth of the amount,” the storehouse manager sobbed.

The guard’s face darkened. He went over to look. When he saw the words “crystal bone,” he didn’t speak. When he saw the number behind it, he continued to be silent.

Zuo Mo was slightly puzzled. He beckoned with his hand and a bone flew in front of him. “If you forge this a bit, isn’t this crystal bone?”

The guard and the storehouse manage seemed to be struck by lightning as they were stunned where they stood.

Translator Ramblings: Ghost Lord is very generous.