A little past seven in the morning.

Ning Zheng put on a long-sleeved shirt and stepped towards the manor, stopping at the teleportation array to wait, while glancing at the report list in his hand.

A small paper house.

Three Nether Robes.

Three pairs of Nether Shoes.

Various auxiliary forging materials, several.

Standard weapons, a blade, a sword, and a spear, each one.

...

But there are no food, drink, and warm supplies for winter.

They bought these discounted Nether Artifacts for using embers, mainly as an investment.

Bring them back to research. A group of blacksmiths take them apart to see their structure, principles, and whether they can make them for their own embers babies.

Buying a few weapons is also to see the difference between those made from authentic demon beast materials and theirs.

After the Medical Fairy incident, the forge had quieted down again, with no work to do, and the enchanters had yet to find new suitable spiritual roots.

Ning Zheng thought it would be a good idea to give these things to the idle blacksmiths for dismantling and studying, to fill some gaps in their knowledge.

Their Demon Artifact technology was not bad; anything to increase basic knowledge was beneficial.

Clatter.

Soon, the teleportation array lit up.

Runes flickering with light slowly brightened, similar to the embers, as the teleportation array connected through the earth vein.

"Welcome."

Ning Zheng spoke a word, smiling.

"Hello, I've brought everything." Zhang Huaping was very polite as she entered briskly, carrying a box of supplies.

Thud, thud, thud!

She carried box after box to the entrance.

The small rectangular paper house, about the size of a bathroom, was also taken out from her storage bag and placed at the manor's entrance.

The paper house was constructed from paper bricks.

It looked very sturdy, and its strength should not be inferior to a normal stone and earth frame.

Moreover, traces of spiritual qi flowed inside, evident with the equipped spirit gathering array, magic copper framework, and something unknown.

Ning Zheng looked at this "tomb" and walked inside for examination.

He dared not enter the ancestral paper house, but took this opportunity to feel it firsthand.

Perhaps when he had money, he would refurbish his family's dwelling into a paper house, so Ning Jiaojiao could live more comfortably.

But this house, the size of a bathroom, can it really be lived in?

"This is called economic affordable model."

Seeing Ning Zheng's expression, she began to introduce:

"Families with no money won't consider a Nether residence, but many middle-class families want to buy a paper house for embers of deceased relatives, however, usually they don't have much money, so this model appeals to them."

"They buy it to put in their yard; it's simple and portable."

"Don't worry about embers not living in it. This is a special color scheme. To us it looks white, but to ghost eyes it's red; they will instinctively like it."

Ning Zheng nodded, finding it quite interesting.

He thought these businessmen were quite skilled at finding business opportunities, targeting specific groups like loose cultivators, and money from the poor, even if small, accumulates.

He instructed Jiucai Rong to start tallying, and then began calculating magic coins.

But it wasn't the manor spending money; rather, they were giving money to the manor.

Sold 20 boxes.

Each blade costs 450, totaling nine thousand magic coins.

This was an incredibly impressive number, far exceeding previous earnings from selling magic artifact coarse embryos.

After accounting for procurement, actual receipts still amounted to over six thousand magic coins.

This cash flow in had the blacksmiths cheering, with funds returning, finally able to repay loans, and boosting their morale for forging and brick-laying.

Ning Zheng was also pleased.

The Dogtail series weapons had reached full swing.

Since these blacksmiths arrived, the moribund, lifeless Sword Casting Manor, managed by the demon men, had revived, full of vitality.

After completing the handover.

Jiucai Rong handed her another twenty boxes and informed:

"Don't rush to sell them. Wait three days before releasing more. Then share some stories, like how the blacksmiths on the mountain, after days of exhausting work and effort, finally crafted them."

"Several even fainted from the exertion to create these unique magical artifacts."

Zhang Huaping somewhat understood but still nodded, assured that relaying the message to the old shopkeeper would make everything clear.

She didn't need to worry about these things, and in essence, she was just their delivery girl.

This time the work wasn't much.

Just the handover of the previous ordered goods, taking only about ten minutes.

Yet Zhang Huaping did not hurry to leave, instead considering visit the medical clinic, to see the Medical Fairy.

Stepping into the room.

She saw two Money Lolitas researching pharmacology, passionately discussing, while one familiar-looking mature lady was also conducting experiments, but emitted a deadly aura and ghost qi.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, she opened her mouth, unable to speak for a while.

"You've come!"

At this moment, the nearby Money Lolita Medical Fairy instinctively wanted to come forward to greet her.

But noticing she couldn't even tell she was there, with eyes full of sorrow staring at that Sword Fairy, the whole person was as if struck by lightning!

I am no longer myself.

Reborn as Money Lolita, even my race is different!

In her eyes, that previously deceased human mature lady Sword Fairy was undeniably the Medical Fairy she once knew.

And we two Money Children are merely supportive slaves.

Thinking this, the Medical Fairy looked up at the sky, overwhelming sadness surged from her heart.

Green Hat Manor...

Green Hat Manor...

Jiucai Rong, I understand your feelings.

The former camaraderie and dreams shared, the affectionate exchanges with sisters, all painfully vivid, an increasing sorrow weighed heavily on her heart.

"How did you die?"

Zhang Huaping walked past the Medical Fairy without pause, and spoke uncontrollably to the Sword Fairy.

"Die? I'm not dead, look at me, I'm alive and well." The Sword Fairy looked puzzled, evidently unaware of any death.

"Then you." Zhang Huaping hesitated.

"You mean this?"

The Sword Fairy perked up, speaking warmly: "I didn't die, I changed professions, jumped into the furnace, transformed into blade, spear, sword and halberd, the second transformation, starting a second life."

After speaking, she pulled out her true form from her stomach, a slender short sword: "Am I beautiful?"

The scene was horrifying and ghastly.

Zhang Huaping felt like she'd been struck by thunder, her heart falling to icy depths, cold beyond words.

Her entire being seemed to lose voice, unable to articulate, her Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the Three Flowers, kept wavering, her spirit unguarded.

Assuming that day would be a casual chat, returning to now find everything changed and unrecognizable.

She couldn't fathom the kind of torment this girl had endured, painfully stripped and molded into a Demon Sword.

Even embers were hammered inch-by-inch into the sword, imprisoned inside a cage, constantly tortured.

The thought of how ruthless this manor might be was terrifying!

Utterly brutal!

This was their kin with same spiritual roots, blood relatives.

After I left, she probably died, is this sinister Demon Path Manor unable to tolerate any dissent?

Good people, should they just die?

She didn't resent the manor, because she lacked the ability to do anything, instead hating the cruelty of this world, her own weakness and helplessness.

Amidst her swirling emotions, she felt immense regret.

Perhaps if she hadn't said those words before...

Zhang Huaping was bitterly ashamed, feeling she had caused all this, emotions finally overwhelmed her, the fear and anger in her heart burst forth:

"Didn't you have dreams? Lead your family on the righteous path."

"Let me help you escape this manor and chase those dreams, although outside is also chaotic, with wars, but I'll hide you away, hide in... hide in the Red House!"

The moment those words escaped her lips, she knew she had impulsively misspoken.

Because the periscope-like mirrors plastered on the medical clinic window suddenly shook.

Beside her, the two Money Lolitas also sharply turned their gaze toward her.

The entire scene plunged into silence.

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