Ever since the incident with the clay pot, Wen Wen has been extremely cautious of mysterious calls.
He certainly doesn’t want to hold a clay pot dug from a cesspit and then be sucked dry by it.
Being sucked into a clean jar is barely acceptable, but definitely not a shit pot!
However, the voice this time was appearing more and more frequently, and if left unchecked, it might also lead to a major crisis, so Wen Wen had to personally take a look.
What exactly is that person’s intention, whether they are benevolent or malevolent to Wen Wen, whether they want Wen Wen to help or want to devour him, Wen Wen does not even know if that thing is a living creature.
Rather than covet the barely useful Holy Water from the church, it’s better to get some good life-saving items for crucial moments.
Hence, Wen Wen found Red Beard to retrieve the items he commissioned him to make.
With Red Beard’s crafting speed, it should be ready for delivery now.
Red Beard’s cell glowed with a reddish light, with a faint mist surrounding it, and occasionally streams of water sprayed into the cell for cooling.
His cell was somewhat away from other disaster-level monsters because living next to Red Beard is torture; the incessant hammering can drive even the most strong-willed monster into a nervous breakdown.
At this moment, Red Beard was crafting a longsword for sale at a containment shop, at a critical moment, so Wen Wen didn’t interrupt him and waited outside the cell.
After all, interrupting Red Beard and causing a crafting failure would be Wen Wen’s own loss.
After Red Beard finished, Wen Wen picked up the semi-finished product to trim his nails, shaved a few times, and then threw it aside, as it wasn’t as sharp as the nail clipper Red Beard made for him.
"This is still a semi-finished product..." Red Beard picked up the longsword with a pained expression.
Ignoring Red Beard’s heartache, Wen Wen directly asked, "Is the thing I wanted ready?"
Red Beard nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took down a black-and-white mask from the shelf.
"This is what you wanted."
Wen Wen took the mask, seeing its left side white and right side black, without eyes or nostrils, looking extremely bizarre.
Red Beard excitedly told Wen Wen, "I redesigned this mask according to your requirements."
"It originally had the ability to see through filth, which is still retained, and I added the capability to conceal one’s aura."
"Also, the mask used to display various patterns based on the wearer’s mood, I have degraded this ability; now the mask only shows random black and white blocks based on mood."
"Lastly, once this mask is on your face, only you can take it off at will, otherwise, unless you cut off your entire face, it cannot be removed."
Wen Wen recalled trying to secretly remove Yan Xiu’s mask when he was unconscious, but no matter what, he couldn’t get it off.
Subsequently, Wen Wen carefully touched the material of the mask and knocked on it to listen to the sound.
This behavior couldn’t determine the quality of the mask but at least made Wen Wen appear very professional.
Just like some people who always touch clothing and shoes when shopping...
This mask, of course, was the one Yan Xiu once wore; to shed his former identity, he abandoned it on his remains, and Wen Wen stole it back with Yan Xiu’s permission.
The mask made Wen Wen satisfied, though what he needed more was something else.
After putting the mask away, Wen Wen asked, "The mask is fine, is the nail I wanted ready?"
Upon hearing the word "nail," Red Beard shuddered, then spat out a flurry of words to Wen Wen:
"Where did you get those materials from, they are so rare it’s outrageous, yet you made them into nails, it’s simply squandering, if you gave those nails to me..."
As he spoke, Red Beard spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly heartbroken to the extent of being injured.
The blood stained his fiery red beard, making it even redder.
However, Wen Wen didn’t care at all about Red Beard’s spitting blood.
Red Beard is the type who spits blood when seeing superpower items that waste materials.
Originally, his beard and his sparse hair were the same color, but after being stained with so much blood, it turned to this look...
But letting Red Beard whine would drag on endlessly, so Wen Wen released the aura of a Cataclysm Prison Warden to intimidate him into silence.
"Enough, save your complaints for later, now give me some results."
Pouting, Red Beard fished out a plain, slightly bizarrely-shaped spear from the corner.
"The material of this is of a very high level, and it must have been made by a Big Shot of unimaginable strength, so I only managed to modify one and to this extent only."
Wen Wen glanced over the spear briefly, then puckered his lips in disdain.
It seemed like Red Beard only covered the original nail with a layer of metal.
Noticing Wen Wen’s disdain, Red Beard huffed and said:
"Don’t underestimate my modifications; others might not be able to do this."
"This nail has the ability to change size at will, and the metals I covered can change along with it..."
Wen Wen hopefully asked, "And then?"
Red Beard spread his hands, "Then that’s it, but even this isn’t something ordinary people could do..."
Wen Wen rolled his eyes, spat a mouthful of saliva, and casually swung the unremarkable spear.
Though he appeared disdainful, Wen Wen didn’t underestimate the spear at all.
The seven long nails along with that wooden cross are sufficient to seal a Cicada Ancestor at the level of a Spiritual Realm God.
Even if no one controlled these seven long nails, just letting them drop onto the sea surface could make a section of it hard as steel!
Although Red Beard didn’t modify much, the nail itself was incredibly powerful!
Had presenting the nail openly not attracted the attention of Glory Church, Wen Wen wouldn’t even need to modify it.
But in a real fight, what kind of effect these nails could exert might only be known through actual combat.
Wen Wen was fairly satisfied with Red Beard’s work, so upon leaving, he promised some benefits to Red Beard.
Including but not limited to finding him an assistant, expanding his operational space, and finding some rare materials for making a better hammer.
Hearing Wen Wen’s empty promises, Red Beard got so excited that he hammered the longsword more vigorously.
Having obtained what he wanted, Wen Wen felt a bit more confident, then called back Tao Qingqing and the Three Cubs; now he needed to head to Qing Ridge Plateau.
Wen Wen was truly eager to see who had been chattering around his ears?