CHAPTER 872: CHAPTER 582: ETHEREAL ALLEY AND WITCH VOLVA (PART 2)

The Yaksha explained.

"It sounds a bit like Si Xue’s office."

He pondered.

But the style of the office all depends on Si Xue’s mood; otherwise, he might have really turned it into a place where even the floor is made of gourmet food, an extravagant display.

"Do you see those treehouses? They are the houses of Ethereal Alley."

The Yaksha pointed to the treehouses in the trees.

Those treehouses are as small as a cardboard box and the larger ones are no bigger than a small bathroom.

But without a doubt, they must have the same space-folding function as Si Xue’s office.

"What does that green vine do?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Sometimes it’s a green vine, other times it’s a ladder or a long staircase. But no matter what it is, you can always use it to go somewhere else."

"Where to?"

He pressed further.

"I don’t know. Some say it leads to the true form of the Great Mage, others say it leads to another world. But those who climbed out of curiosity never came back, so no one knows the truth."

The Yaksha replied.

"Could it be that the end of this thing is actually an incinerator or a blender?"

Liu Zheng squinted.

In a place like the Metropolis, doing such dark humor things is too normal.

"Could be. Why don’t you climb up and see for yourself?"

The Yaksha urged.

"Do I look stupid? You go first and show me how it’s done."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Which one is number 666?"

"You have to find it yourself. Every time the style changes, the location of the rooms changes too."

The Yaksha said.

"You’re quite the lazy guide."

He complained, searching around the square with his eyes.

Luckily, with the bonus of the Legendary Armor, his vision was as good as predatory birds, and he quickly found the target.

In the northeast corner of the hall, a treehouse resembling a bird’s nest sat atop an old oak tree.

The treehouse’s walls were inlaid with colorful stones spelling out the numbers "666," looking quite playful.

"Your turn, Mr. Yaksha."

Liu Zheng gestured as if inviting him.

"What about the God-inviting Incense you mentioned?"

The Yaksha asked.

"Here it is."

He took out the God-inviting Incense.

"Give it to me."

The Yaksha reached out unceremoniously.

"Just to show you, okay?"

After clarifying, Liu Zheng handed the God-inviting Incense to her.

He wasn’t worried the Yaksha would take it and run; if she dared to flee, he’d dare to chase her down.

Saying he’d wipe out the Dark Elves might be an exaggeration, but turning them into stray dogs was no problem at all.

"It’s real after all..."

In her mind, the Yaksha recited the revered name and truly felt the God-inviting Incense forming a bridge between her and the great Bloodhand Kane, making their connection more intimate.

She almost had the impulse to use the God-inviting Incense right away.

Thankfully, two pairs of cold eyes snuffed out her inner wildfire.

One gaze was Zhi Zi’s, cold and sharp.

The other was Liu Zheng’s, cold and resolute.

"Name your price."

The Yaksha said.

"As a friend, it’s free. As an enemy, it’s priceless."

Liu Zheng released his grasp on the rusty knife.

"Humans are really hypocritical."

The Yaksha tugged down the corners of her mouth, returning the God-inviting Incense to him, then walked straight to the treehouse labeled 666.

She spread her fingers and released three blood-red lightnings, striking the three numbers.

All the colorful stones lit up one by one, resembling a neon sign.

"Who?"

A loud voice echoed from the treehouse.

"It’s been a while, Great Witch Volva."

The Yaksha bowed.

"Ah, it’s the Heram Priest, it’s been a while."

Volva said indifferently.

"I don’t seem to have received news of your visit. Did your messenger lose their way?"

She said sarcastically.

Between wizards, it’s customary to send a messenger before a visit, whether it’s an animal, an Elemental Spirit, or a mortal servant, among others.

But no matter which they use, showing up unannounced is considered disrespectful and impolite.

"It’s an urgent matter, I hope the Great Witch doesn’t mind."

The Yaksha adopted a humble attitude.

"What is it?"

Seeing this, Volva ceased her mockery.

"I have a friend from the Bloody Restaurant who hopes you can sign for his delivery."

The Yaksha stated.

"...Heram Priest, I don’t remember owing the Dark Elves such a big favor."

After a moment, Volva sneered.

"If you would do me this favor, the Dark Elves would owe you a huge one."

The Yaksha said respectfully.

"That is indeed a tempting offer, but unfortunately..."

"Please take a look at this first."

The Yaksha interrupted before Volva could decline, then pulled out a deformed skull from her robe.

This skull was composed of two skulls, yet it was only one and a half times the size of a normal human skull, with three eye sockets burning with deep blue soul fire.

"This is..."

An iron magic wand extended from the treehouse’s opening, its top held by a slender skeletal hand.

With a gentle beckon, the deformed skull flew into the treehouse.

"The skull of a Twin Witch Demon, you folks have quite the treasures."

Volva clicked her tongue in admiration.

Twin beings are already rare, and two becoming Witch Demons together is a rarity within a rarity.

Such material is excellent for casting Undead Magic, not only substituting for most casting materials but also enhancing the magic’s effects.

"Aren’t you afraid they’ll come back to haunt you once they revive?"

She asked.

It’s much harder to kill the dead than the living, and Witch Demons are among the leaders in self-preservation among the dead.

Whether through their core ability of Witch Demon Life Box, or general techniques like Soul Splitting Technique, Soul Implantation Technique, Soul Transmission, etc., a Witch Demon can make countless comebacks.

"If they come back, it’s just more materials for us to use."

The Yaksha replied confidently.

"You’re still as proud as ever, Heram Priest."

Volva chuckled lightly.

As she finished speaking, the treehouse entrance automatically expanded to human height.

A tall, robust woman, clad in a robe made of fur and burlap and sporting chestnut-gold curls, appeared before them.

Her face was powdered white with lead, while her eye sockets and nose tip were inked black, resembling a skull.

Even so, her features revealed a stunningly beautiful and voluptuous mature woman.

"Is this the Bloody Restaurant’s delivery man? It’s my first time seeing one. A mix of a Black Mountain Goat Cub and a human, interesting."

Volva’s gaze locked onto Liu Zheng, scrutinizing him as if he were a rare treasure.

"Hello, Great Witch. I’m too far to offer you a hand-kiss."

Liu Zheng bowed slightly with an apologetic smile.

"Haha. You’re more humorous and polite than I imagined."

Volva laughed heartily.

"It’s an honor to leave a good first impression on you."

He smiled slightly.

"What a pity, I’m not very convenient right now. Otherwise, I’d have no qualms about a passionate interaction with you."

Volva stated with regret.

"Do witches also have menstrual cycles?"

Liu Zheng asked in surprise.

He assumed Transcendents would be free of many human physiological troubles.

"No, no, no, I just have a bet with that Enchanting Woman on who can hold back longer."

Volva shook her head.

"How long have you held back then?"

Liu Zheng asked curiously.

"One hundred and thirty-one years, eight months, and seven days."

Volva reported an exact number.

"Wow. How can you know if the other sneaked some enjoyment?"

"For two true witches, that’s not difficult. Want to try?"

Volva raised her eyebrows.

"Better not, my curiosity isn’t that strong."

He politely declined.

"Great Witch, could you please sign for the delivery?"

Liu Zheng got down to business.

"Half-breed, you might be mistaken. The Twin Witch Demon Skull was just to bring me out for a meeting. As for signing for the delivery, that’s far from enough."

Volva shook her head.

"Whatever conditions you have, feel free to state them."

He said boldly.

"First, let me see if you’re qualified to have me name my terms, delivery man."

Volva raised the iron magic wand, aiming the tip at Liu Zheng.