The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

It really is the water of life!

This is a top-tier divine artifact that only the holder of the power of life can refine.

In the Netherworld, such things only exist in legends or in the private treasuries of kings.

The Netherworld is an extremely cruel world of rules where people are constantly locked in a life-or-death struggle.

Injuries are commonplace there.

A single drop of the water of life means an extra life!

Even a lord-level monster, even if it's beaten to the point of barely breathing, can recover from even the most severe injuries in the blink of an eye by swallowing just one drop of this.

San Shi remembers very clearly that decades ago, half a bottle of the Water of Life appeared in the Netherworld.

In that battle, countless lord-level monsters fought fiercely for that half a bottle of water, leaving the land within a radius of tens of thousands of miles plowed up dozens of times, and countless lives lost.

Most of the last group of lords died, and the one who survived was missing an arm or a leg and hid for decades with only half a bottle of water, too afraid to show his face.

And now, Qian Hua casually tossed him this bottle.

It's completely full!

A whole bottle!

Moreover, its aura was frighteningly pure, even higher in quality than the half bottle that had caused the bloody battle!

San Shi felt like his brain couldn't process what was happening.

Just who is this human?

How could someone so brazenly hand over such a rare treasure, capable of triggering a war between lords, to someone they've just met?

Could it be that I've somehow found myself hooked up with an unimaginably powerful patron?

San Shi: "Master, I'm willing to die for you!"

"What are you looking at? Hurry up!"

Qian Hua's impatient voice came from the lab bench.

He was holding a piece of metal fragment that gleamed with a dark light in his hand, his brows furrowed, as if he were pondering some structural problem of a source weapon, without even glancing at San Shi.

San Shi swallowed hard.

"Yes, Master..." San Shi's voice changed. If there was still a trace of resentment in his heart before, now he called him Master with great pleasure: "But Master, is this whole bottle really for me?"

When he asked this question, he held the porcelain bottle tightly with both paws, as if afraid that Qian Hua would change his mind.

Qian Hua's train of thought was interrupted, which made him even more upset.

He turned his head and gave San Shi a cold glance.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time."

With just this one sentence, all of San Shi's attempts to probe were thwarted.

Others might consider the Water of Life incredibly precious, but in Qian Hua's eyes, it was hardly a rare and divine treasure.

For him, the best cure is always the life-saving medicine.

The instant healing power of those advanced life potions is not much less than that of the Water of Life.

The main advantage is that the price is very cheap, so basically no one can afford to drink it.

Moreover, even if one is seriously injured and cannot be cured, at worst one can die and wait to be resurrected.

The reason Qian Hua had these several bottles of extremely pure Water of Life was not for drinking.

He did it for forging.

He possessed the authority of wisdom, and his mind was filled with all sorts of crazy ideas about forging source weapons.

He has been trying to perfectly combine his immense spiritual power with the material of the Origin Weapon to create a super Origin Weapon with spirituality.

However, during the experiment, ordinary metals could not withstand the violent energy of the mental imprint and were easily broken.

Later, Qian Hua discovered that the water of life possesses extremely strong compatibility and nurturing properties.

If the Water of Life is added as a quenching fluid at the critical moment of tempering the source weapon, it can not only greatly improve the toughness of the metal, but also allow spiritual power to be injected into it more smoothly.

Therefore, he collected the Water of Life purely for use as a high-grade quenching fluid.

I noticed that San Shi was recovering too slowly, which was affecting his experiments, so I casually tossed him a bottle, purely for the sake of efficiency.

If your tool breaks down, fix it quickly so it can help you better.

That makes sense.

But in San Shi's eyes, this is just too unreasonable!

What a waste of money!

That's such a waste of money!

Using such a large bottle of the Water of Life to treat a superficial wound? What kind of insane idiot would do that!

San Shi looked down at the porcelain bottle in his paw, which glowed with a green light.

drink?

He wouldn't give a damn!

Even if you leave his injury alone, it will only bleed a little and heal on its own in a while.

Wasting the water of life on this, San Shi felt like he'd be struck by lightning if he went out.

This is a life-saving miracle in a critical moment! It's the last resort to save your life in a desperate situation!

Absolutely not!

But......

San Shi secretly glanced at Qian Hua, who had his back to him, out of the corner of his eye.

What if the owner thinks the bottle is useless and takes it back in anger if the bottle is not used at all?

Now that this thing is in his hands, it has to be surnamed San!

With a quick glance around his eyes, San Shi had an idea.

He took a deep breath, adopted an extremely solemn expression, held the porcelain bottle in both hands, and slowly raised it to his lips.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master! I will drink it right away!"

After saying that, he very carefully stuck out his large, barbed tongue and quickly licked the rim of the bottle.

I really only licked it once, without getting a single drop of liquid on it, relying entirely on the slight dampness from the bottle opening.

then.

San Shi shoved the stopper back in forcefully, frantically stuffing the porcelain bottle into the most hidden fold of his skin beneath his scales.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a terrifying scream.

"what!"

Qian Hua frowned and turned around.

San Shi's eyes rolled back, and he sat down on the ground with a thud, his two short, thick hind legs kicking incessantly.

"This is amazing! This medicine is simply incredible! Such powerful restorative properties!"

While howling in an extremely exaggerated manner, San Shi frantically activated his already abnormal recovery ability.

He concentrated all his blood and energy on the wound on his right arm.

"Sizzle sizzle—!!"

The sounds of muscles tearing and growing filled the air.

With San Shi pushing himself to the limit, the deep, bone-revealing incision closed at an eerie speed.

The skin and flesh rolled back, scabbed over, and then fell off.

In just a few seconds, not a single scar was left on that enormous arm, and the newly grown scales shimmered with a healthy luster.

"Master! Look! I'm completely healed!" San Shi sprang up from the ground, waving his undamaged right arm vigorously, grinning from ear to ear.

Fearing Qian Hua might suggest taking the remaining medicine back, he quickly declared, "This medicine is incredibly potent! I feel full of energy right now!"

Qian Hua looked at him expressionlessly.

This clumsy acting is worse than eating a peach.

Not a single drop of the Water of Life was missing from that bottle. How could Qian Hua, whose mental energy covered the entire area, not know that?

He looked at San Shi's comical appearance, hiding the bottle under his stomach like a wild dog guarding its food, and felt a sense of speechlessness.

However, Qian Hua was too lazy to expose him.

Now that the other party's injuries have healed, his goal has been achieved.

As for the specifics of how it was cured, that's completely unimportant.

"Now that it's ready, be on standby."

"Yes... Master." San Shi gritted his teeth, with an expression of resignation to his fate.