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Chapter 332 My Clan is Still Waiting for Me
This bloodthirsty sea mite had a strong sixth sense; as Mogu approached, it sensed danger.

The tail bulges up like a drum, then suddenly expands.

The thin membrane stretched so much that the body appeared somewhat transparent, revealing the blood vessels and internal organs inside.

"Bam—"

The seawater surged, and the bloodthirsty sea mites pulled out a long white wave as they fled rapidly backward.

It had only gone halfway when it was abruptly forced to stop.

Because Mogu moved faster, it stepped on the back of the bloodthirsty sea mite, firmly pinning it to the ground.

A look of shock flashed across the merman leader's eyes, because he hadn't seen the movement clearly at all.

This only proves that Mogu's speed far exceeds its speed.

As Qin Ziwen approached, he looked at the bloodthirsty sea mite whose back was being stepped on and extended his finger.

The bloodthirsty sea mite sensed something, its two flagella on its head flared wildly, and its mouthparts opened and closed.

"Does it also have something similar to silver blood inside its body?"

Mogu shook his head.

"Then kill him." Qin Ziwen looked away.

puff!

Mogu stomped his right foot hard, crushing the bloodthirsty sea mite, then grabbed the corpse and casually hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"This is the sixth one," Qin Ziwen silently counted in his mind.

The merman chieftain said, "There are only these two kinds of extraordinary sea beasts in this mountain range. There is also a kind of seashell in another direction, not far from our tribe."

The other extraordinary sea beasts aren't here; they're quite far away, the closest requiring half a day's journey.

"No rush, we can catch some more of those Bobbit worms. As for the shells, I've already hunted them." Qin Ziwen knew that the fish-man leader was probably referring to giant clams.

Of course, fish people don't know the term "tridacna"; they just call anything with a shell a seashell.

Compared to giant clams, this silver Bobbit worm seems to be more valuable.

Although Qin Ziwen did not know the specific value of the Silver Blood, the fact that Mogu remembered it and specifically mentioned it meant that it must be extraordinary.

They then spent half a day rummaging around on the seabed and caught two more silver Bobbit worms.

The merfolk chieftain said, "The real giant insects are inside the mountain; the ones on the surface are all small insects. I'll go back to the tribe and search the stone slabs to see if I can find a suitable path."

Qin Ziwen readily agreed, "Then I'll trouble you. If I can make a suitable meal in the future, I'll bring it to you."

The merman leader was somewhat tempted, but ultimately shook its head. Even if it became stronger, it still wouldn't be able to deal with the Thousand-Eyed Reaper when it revived again. It would be better to switch to something else.

"Could you exchange it for something that helps you advance to the extraordinary realm?"

Qin Ziwen thought for a moment, "No problem, but I don't have one right now."

"Having your promise is enough."

After the merman leader finished speaking, he glanced at the passage a few more times before turning to leave.

Qin Ziwen called out to it from behind, "Would you like to visit my Metamorphosis Abyss?"

The merman leader paused, "Can I do it too?"

“You are Lorne’s father, of course you can.”

The merfolk leader remained silent for a while before saying, "Qin, thank you. I have only read about the Tuiyuan on the stone slabs of the ancestral temple; I have never been to the real Tuiyuan."

It followed in Qin Ziwen's footsteps and came to its home.

It was filled with curiosity about the surrounding buildings.

Qin Ziwen led it to the Fishman's Cave, passing by the Heavenly Star Arrow Corridor along the way.

The merman chieftain heard a muffled thud coming from inside. Turning his head, he paused, looking through the open door. He saw a merman inside, holding a bow and shooting arrows.

Seeing this, Qin Ziwen explained, "Fishmen are strong; it would be a waste if they didn't practice archery."

A fish-man who looked to be only 1.6 meters tall, with a hunched back, raised a longbow with his left hand, hooked his slender right arm around the bowstring, and then pulled it back.

The bowstring is drawn as wide as a full moon.

Keep in mind, this is a three-stone bow.

The merman leader paused and stared for a moment, somewhat dazed.

Living underwater, they had never come into contact with a bow.

The unique environment of the ocean floor prevents them from using bows as weapons, though they have heard of their reputation.

Then it went with Qin Ziwen to the fishman's cave and went underwater to take a look. It was clean and clear, and the surrounding water even contained a substance that it could not describe. It could subconsciously sense that this substance was beneficial to the fishman.

Compared to the cold, dark, and murky seabed, this place is undoubtedly the place where the fish-men once lived in the Metamorphosis Abyss, as it imagined.

The fish-man leader stood at the bottom of the pool, reaching out his arm as if to grab something, but in the end, he grasped nothing.

It sighed for a long time, "The environment here is better than our tribe's. I'm relieved that they can live here."

Qin Ziwen smiled without saying a word. If the fishman chieftain didn't come to see the environment for himself, how could he continue to recruit people from the fishman tribe in the future?

"Offspring that reproduce here have a chance of reverting to their ancestral traits," Qin Ziwen dropped a bombshell.

"Is that so? That's wonderful!" The merman leader looked around again with reluctance, observing the algae garden and pasture up close.

The cards it provided to Qin Ziwen were like those of a novice seeing them for the first time.

The merman leader concluded, "I have to go back."

"Why don't you stay a little longer?"

“I’m not staying any longer.” The merman chieftain said firmly. “I’m relieved that they live here, but there are still many more of my people waiting for me.”

After it left, Qin Ziwen sighed, "The fish-man tribe has things that can help them advance to the extraordinary level, but they can't use them themselves."

The Murloc leader gifted himself a Breakthrough card.

Instead, they have to go through a lot of trouble to find something from their own hands that can help them break through to the extraordinary level.

“This is the true importance of the Transformation Abyss,” Mogu said. “Master, while treasures that can assist in advancing to the extraordinary realm are rare, they are far less valuable than breakthrough cards.”

Qin Ziwen was initially surprised, but then felt it made sense. "Is it because the breakthrough card allows you to choose from three levels of missions?"

Mogu nodded: "That's right. Most treasures that help you break through to the extraordinary level only result in the most basic extraordinary level after the breakthrough. Although breakthrough cards require completing tasks, which are quite difficult, they can directly lead to the hero and king levels."

That's it
Qin Ziwen understood.

From this perspective, using a breakthrough card to accept the lowest-tier missions offers the lowest cost-effectiveness.

"By the way, it's time to extract silver blood from those insects you brought back."

Mogu led Qin Ziwen to the side, where four silver Bobbit worms were hung up with their wounds facing down to drain all the blood.

The blood from these four worms was not much; when combined, it just filled one basin.

Perhaps because they live in the sea, their blood is somewhat clear, and many small white dots float in it. If you don't look closely, you can easily mistake them for impurities.

Pour it into a pot and bring it to a boil over high heat.

The purification method is simple and unadorned, using the most primitive distillation method.

As it simmers, the blood gradually evaporates. When it's almost done, there's less and less blood left in the pot, until finally, only a few specks of silver remain.

Seven silver beads, each the size of a soybean, remained at the bottom of the pot.

(End of this chapter)