The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 290 Charm
Su Ninglong dared not say that everyone in the Star Glory Alliance was involved in the illegal and disorderly activities behind the scenes, but Wu Xingyi's faction was definitely not innocent.

Perhaps they were certain she disdained using the Key of Prophecy, or perhaps they were confident the Key of Prophecy would one day return to their hands, which is why they reluctantly handed it over to her.

Su Ninglong had a gut feeling that a huge trap was waiting for her, so she made a painful decision and created a puppet. In the crucial moment, the puppet would die, but she herself would not.

The materials used to forge the puppet are precious, and its strength is even greater than hers, capable of dealing with any unexpected event.

Xingyuan agreed with Su Ninglong's approach, saying, "Be careful."

"Don't let your godmother know." Although Ms. Zou is carefree, she values ​​family ties and truly dotes on her daughter. If something were to happen to her, she might not show it, but she would be secretly heartbroken.

Xingyuan is rational and gentle, but he is actually a bit cold at heart. Su Ninglong believes that even if something happens to her, he can adjust quickly.

Thinking about it this way, Su Ninglong was quite surprised that he could win Zou Shuyi's favor.

I wonder what tricks they played behind the scenes. Well, maybe they just won because of their good looks.

After all, both my godmother and I are attracted to good looks.

"Understood. Don't worry too much about us, we'll take good care of ourselves. You haven't been eating properly lately, I'll cook for you every day when I get back next week."

"Thank you, Star Daddy."

Xingyuan's coldness is directed at outsiders, but he is genuinely good to his own people.

Su Ninglong coquettishly listed a list of dishes she wanted to eat in the message before ending the call.

The puppet stood behind the bar, continuing to smile and deal with the customers' harassment.

The area is getting more and more crowded, and many ordinary people go into the bar for a drink. In Star Alliance territory, there are those who follow the rules and those who are bold.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man with a dazed look in his eyes suddenly reached out, wanting to touch the puppet's delicate face.

The puppet could dodge, but it didn't; instead, it slapped the puppet hard across the face.

The person who was hit wasn't angry at all; instead, he touched the handprint with a sense of pride and laughed foolishly.

"Are you crazy?!" Ms. Zou felt that her little darling wasn't that charming.

In less than half an hour, they watched as a second, a third... one person after another came forward to ask for a beating. Two of their teeth were knocked out, but they still smiled brightly.

This is so strange; there's even a White Hunter among these people.

Xingyuan: "..."

Xingyuan decided to send her away, "Ninglong, didn't Yunfei give you a task? Have you finished it? If not, go back."

The puppet's program mode ran automatically. It had to listen to what Starbucks said, so it nodded and went back to school.

"Achoo!" Su Ninglong sneezed twice in a row, as if she had forgotten something.

Only after receiving feedback from the puppet did she realize what had happened, much to her amusement and dismay.

The Filthy Spirit possesses an alluring charm that bewitches people, and coupled with its beautiful appearance, the puppet has an irresistible allure that even Zi Yue cannot match.

This attribute seems a bit outrageous. The puppet is more alluring than the real person. What's going on?

No wonder Qi Shen took a liking to him immediately.

He definitely wants to use the puppet to do some bad things that no one knows about.

Put away the puppets to avoid being branded as a source of trouble.

Su Ninglong turned around. Yun Fei had given her a weapon-refining task, but Su Ninglong was itching to try something new.

The disintegration pointer works very well in contaminated areas. However, being a one-time use item, its functionality is rather limited.

After much deliberation, she decided to upgrade the Disintegration Pointer.

One type is for long-term wear, is expensive to manufacture, and can function as a map recorder.

If the terrain is too complex, being able to memorize it can, to some extent, prevent hunters from entering an illusion without realizing it.

This sacred artifact is not cheap to produce. It contains some divine gold, making its cost-effectiveness extremely low. It's uncertain whether it can be sold, which is why Su Ninglong didn't make too many.

The other one is for poor hunters who want to save their lives.

Ten uses card, no, it's ten uses at once. This thing can come in handy if you stay in a contaminated area for too long.

It's only twice as expensive as a one-time purchase, which is equivalent to the wholesale price, so it should be very popular.

Finally, Su Ninglong reforged a sacred artifact for Kong Ling and a spatial ring for Yin Leng.

She crafted about ten extra spatial rings and gave them to her family.

I'll also give one to Grandpa Xing and Uncle Ji.

The two of them sent her a lot more things, replenishing her material inventory. In return, she couldn't be too stingy.

In this way, only Yin Leng's wallet was damaged.

Time passed quietly, and the Star Alliance was also silently accumulating strength, arranging for hunters to climb the Deer Cry Ladder. Those who climbed it almost all experienced an improvement in their superpowers.

Doug, Ren Bing, and Yuan Tingsu were no exception, but their souls were mostly fine, and they quite enjoyed climbing the mountain.

Even if you don't climb mountains, visiting a tea plantation is a good alternative. Places with high spiritual energy naturally improve your mood.

Leisure time flew by, and everyone worked intensively on preliminary work in order to explore the ruins.

The action team notified everyone today that they had to attend a meeting. Su Ninglong packed all her belongings, boarded the starship, and went to Gemini.

Upon landing, Lei Qingya, Shen Zhaoming, Song Hu, and others were already waiting for her at the entrance of the Great Hall of the People.

They set off early to check if the supplies were sufficient, and to replenish them if necessary.

Having a spatial ring ensures that you won't be constrained by supplies.

Su Ninglong had hidden the ruby ​​ring on her finger. She twirled the newly made ring, braided her hair with a hairband, and then put it up with two hairpins inserted.

The hairpin's design resembles a sky full of stars, adorning the full back of the head.

Passersby saw it and all turned around. Some young women even boldly asked her where she bought the hair accessory.

After learning that it was a custom-made item and expensive, they all regretfully said they couldn't afford to "buy it."

Lei Qingya envied Su Ninglong's skill in creating sacred artifacts at will. At present, her greatest achievement in artifact refining is still the creation of the Qingxin Earrings, which has already exhausted her energy.

Song Hu took a few more glances and felt it would be very suitable for the lady in his family.

But upon hearing that the hair accessory cost three million star coins, Song Hu didn't ask any questions.

Even if someone has too much money at home, they wouldn't buy such expensive hair accessories just for fun.

"After the meeting, would you like to come to my house? I recently acquired some novel spices from deep space, but we don't know their effects or uses yet. I hope you and Master Su can come and help identify them," Song Hu invited. "There will also be a small banquet there, where many colleagues will display their novel spices and collectively estimate their value."

Collective valuation has one advantage: it allows you to clearly understand the prices in the minds of your peers, facilitating wholesale distribution and ensuring widespread recognition. This is especially important for some monopolistic materials, which, after processing, can be identified solely by their fragrance, leaving their origin completely unknown.

Another aspect is to familiarize perfumers with the materials.

Incense, including perfumes, incense, and burning incense, is something only people with spare money buy. The raw materials for incense are also rare on the market, and even if they are available, many people don't know what their uses are. Su Ninglong really wanted to see for herself, so she nodded, "I can go. Let's invite Sally along; she wants to order a batch of insect-repelling incense beads to give to her regular customers."

Quanwang also wanted it, but she couldn't show it off, nor could she have any contact with him.

Purchasing through Sally is mutually beneficial.

"I'm going too." Lian Xinyi suddenly popped out, her long-untrimmed curly hair swaying on her head like springs, making one inexplicably want to tug at it.

Song Hu smiled and said, "I only have three invitations."

“Perfect timing…” Before the words were even finished, two people made a lightning-fast move. Lei Qingya and Sha Li held up the invitations, covering half of their faces, and smiled demurely: “Thank you for the invitation, Brother Song. The three of us will definitely be there on time.”

Well, with an all-female army, it's hard to snatch anything without men.

Lian Xinyi awkwardly covered her mouth. There were already few girls in the group, and they were all strong-willed and decisive, each of them a rising star in the future hunter profession.

As a young hunter, he should be humble.

Seeing Lian Xinyi's pitiful look, Song Hu said, "If you want, I can help you buy a few. The invitations are from the Incense Making Association, so I can't take too many free spots."

"Waaah." Lian Xinyi's inner voice clenched his handkerchief. What was this "modestness" nonsense? If he had more savings, he would have bought an invitation.

"Mingming, could I borrow..." Lian Xinyi addressed Shen Zhaoming as Mingming, and Shen Zhaoming's forehead veins instantly bulged.

This kind of banquet is actually not suitable for outsiders to attend; going there is just a waste of money.

Lian Xinyi's good friend Shen Zhaoming pressed down on Lian Xinyi's shoulders and pushed him into the conference room.

"The girls are playing together, why are you getting involved?" Shen Zhaoming said bluntly, "If you keep acting up, I'll beat you up."

"You talk as if you can beat me," Lian Xinyi rolled her eyes, catching a glimpse of two annoying figures out of the corner of her eye.

"Aren't those the Shen family father and son? What business is it of theirs?"

“He must have known I was involved in this operation, and deliberately sponsored it.” Shen Zhaoming pushed up his glasses, his thin lips pressed into a line. So many years had passed, he hadn’t had time to retaliate, so he let it go.

Surprisingly, they didn't ruin themselves but managed to become sponsors.

Lian Xinyi: "Then what can we do? Sponsors are the most hateful invasive species in the world. They can interfere in everything."

Shen Zhaoming: There's no need to be so precise in your word choice.

Su Ninglong: "It's okay. They were forced to become sponsors this time, and they've suffered huge losses. They even bought the place where my mom used to run a bar."

Billions of Star Coins are thrown in; who knows when they'll ever earn it back?

Song Liu would select the more important information for her every day, prioritizing anything related to people in the group.

Shen Jiajing and Shen Liwen were just suckers pushed out by the Star Alliance, yet they were still smug, thinking they were being valued.

After all, they had tasted success before and made money for several years.

Shen Jiajing has gained a lot of weight, turning into a greasy, cylindrical middle-aged man. Although he is not bald yet, his forehead is covered with a layer of oil, making his black hair look fake.

Shen Liwen had lost weight, his skin was sallow, and his eyes were dull, like a drug addict.

His eyes shifted slightly, then fixed their focus on Shen Zhaoming.

His nostrils twitched involuntarily. Lately, he'd been having nightmares where Shen Zhaoming treated him like an ant, stepping on him and asking nonsensical questions.

Upon seeing Shen Zhaoming standing among the Star Alliance's elite team, the flames of jealousy burned even more fiercely.

He scoffed, "You're lucky you followed the right person. It's true that you need connections to get ahead."

“Indeed, we can’t understand what’s so great about someone who got into the team through connections.” Shen Zhaoming deliberately looked Shen Liwen up and down, sighed, and then remained silent.

I really can't find any merit in him.

The slight irony made Shen Liwen's face contort with anger.

Shen Jiajing pressed down on Shen Liwen with his large hand, "Liwen, you are my son, and you have already surpassed most people. You don't need to be compared with a stray dog."

Shen Liwen trembled slightly and obediently murmured, "I understand."

The two entered a conference room, which was the logistics and coordination room, unlike the one used by the exploration team.

Lian Xinyi pouted, "I thought it was something special."

“Logistics can also affect the team.” Su Ninglong turned her ring around, a smile playing on her lips. “But do we need logistics? Lian Xinyi, Charlie, you two must take good care of yourselves.”

"Of course." Lian Xinyi chuckled, "Let me tell you, I've got a new skill that you'd never guess."

"What is it?"

Lian Xinyi wanted to keep it a secret, but he was a big mouth and couldn't help but want to share it with his friends. He said mysteriously, "It's like coming back to life."

Apart from Song Hu and Shen Zhaoming, who already knew about it, everyone else was stunned into a state of mental breakdown by this superpower.

Everyone:? ? ?
Does "bringing someone back to life" mean that even if someone is chopped up, they can still be restored? Or is it used on someone else?
Just hearing the name makes it sound incredibly impressive.

They didn't press for details, but instead kept praising him until he blushed.

Su Ninglong was happy for him, "Yes! Very useful, we'll be counting on you then."

Lian Xinyi and Sha Li went to the conference room next door, while Su Ninglong led her team into the conference room.

The meeting was basically just a lot of bickering, about setting dates, action plans, and things to be aware of once inside the ruins.

However, everyone tacitly agreed to stop mentioning the ownership of the Key of Prophecy, and no one thought about using the Key of Prophecy to predict anything anymore.

Su Ninglong sat at the far left of the conference table, arms crossed, her face cold.

No one could guess her thoughts from her expression.

Although she could have led the meeting, she remained silent throughout, letting them do as they pleased.

Finally, Hara Watari deliberately reminded him: "When the time comes, please remember to bring the Key of Prophecy, Hunter Su. It's the key to exploring the ruins of the Darkest Hour. Only by knowing what happened in the past can we annihilate the Mystic Spirits in one fell swoop."

Su Ninglong didn't want to say more, because what they said and what they actually did would be very different.

There's definitely a trap waiting for her; they'll all end up hurting each other.

"You...don't have anything to say?"

Su Ninglong smiled and said, "What are you talking about? I'm only interested in history. As for annihilating the Secret Spirits in one fell swoop, that was advocated by your Star Glory Alliance. You just need to do your part when the time comes."

Star Alliance: "..."

“You won’t deny it, will you?” Su Ninglong got to the point: “Our initial goal was to study the Key of Prophecy, which can unlock the ruins of a certain darkest hour, and we need to find those ruins. It’s that simple.”

Hara Watari closed his eyes, then opened them again, his expression calm and undisturbed.

"Yes, you're right." After the meeting, Hara Watari gave his closing remarks: "I hope our wishes come true and our actions go smoothly."

“We in the Star Alliance get what we want, and you guys are the ones who suffer.” Su Ninglong was the first to leave the table. The supposedly short meeting had lasted a full five hours, and her butt was practically sore from sitting so long.