142: Transaction completed

Chapter 142: Transaction Complete

Time looked at Locke, who seemed slightly eager, smiled, shook his head, and then flipped his hand to take out a pure white spear.

He handed it over.

"Don't rush the matter of joining the Cult. I will introduce you later. Take a look at this first."

The moment Locke saw the spear, his eyes lit up.

The dense supernatural aura emanating from it was no weaker than the two axes and the machete previously taken from Jason.

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It should have already reached the Sequence 8 level.

Moreover, the main thing was that it didn't have that strange aura; it was just a simple supernatural weapon.

"This is—?"

"Didn't I promise to give you something comparable to two Sequence 9 supernatural polymers? Here, this is what I prepared for you."

Locke took the spear in his hand and carefully examined it from tip to end.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

After all, what he lacked most right now was a piece of supernatural equipment that could be used as a weapon.

The White Bone Spear was about 1.5 meters long in total. The spearhead looked like it had been polished from the bone of some animal, appearing sharp yet eerie.

"Thank you, Mr. Time. You are truly generous to directly give me a Sequence 8 supernatural weapon.

"Try injecting your Extraordinary Factor into it."

Time sensed the change in Locke's attitude, so he smiled and continued, "This spear is not as simple as it looks."

Hearing this, Locke, filled with excitement, slowly drew out a portion of the Extraordinary Factor from his heart and injected it into the spear in his hand.

As soon as the Extraordinary Factor entered the spear, its appearance immediately changed.

On the upper half of the spear, many irregular black barbs suddenly sprouted. Each barb had a hook and looked incredibly tough. Just looking at it, one could feel the biting cold emanating from it.

This was actually a shapeshifting supernatural weapon, which perfectly suited Locke's wishes, making him grin widely.

"This—I truly thank you, Mr. Time. This is indeed a fine weapon."

"Hahaha, since I promised to give you something good, naturally I wouldn't go back on my word."

Time reached out and gently placed his hand on Locke's shoulder. "Not only can this weapon transform, but those sharp blades can also be launched, causing damage comparable to some Sequence 9 supernatural weapons."

Hearing this, the smile on Locke's face deepened. With a wave of his hand, he put away the White Bone Spear. "Mr. Time, you truly went to great lengths. I love this treasure."

"Give it a name."

Locke frowned. "May I ask which Sequence's supernatural polymer this weapon was crafted from?"

"It was crafted from the spine of a Sequence 8 Crocodile, plus the core bristles of a Sequence 8 Porcupine."

"Wait, that's not right. Don't all supernatural polymers formed after the death of an Extraordinary Creature condense into a crystal?" Locke was slightly confused.

"Only Sequence 9 ones do."

Time didn't hold back and continued to educate Locke about the knowledge of the Supernatural World: "After breaking through Sequence 9, the higher you go, the more the supernatural polymer can retain. Initially, it might only be the most precious things on the whole body, but the further along you go, the more complete the retained materials will be."

"I see. That explains why there are so many weapons and equipment crafted from supernatural polymers."

Hearing Time's explanation, Locke immediately understood. After thinking for a few seconds, he calmly said, "Then this spear shall be called hundred thorns."

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"A good name."

Time nodded and then began telling him the rules on how to join the Cult of the Goddess of Night.

"Alright, now that we've finished discussing the cooperation, I should tell you how to join the Cult of the Goddess of Night."

Locke's expression was solemn; he pricked up his ears and listened intently.

"First, joining the Cult of the Goddess of Night requires a recommender who belongs to the Church of the Night Goddess."

Locke was quick-witted, and immediately cupped his hands and said, "Then I ask Mr. Time to be my recommender."

"Hey, wait a moment,"

Time saw that he was so sensible, and his face was full of smiles, but he didn't immediately agree. Instead, he raised his hand to interrupt him and continued, "I need to make one thing clear to you: the recommender is your teacher within the Cult. Think carefully before answering."

"Greetings, Teacher."

Locke was naturally sensible; he immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

After all, he had a deep understanding of Time's strength and insight. Having such a person as a teacher, he naturally had nothing to hesitate about.

Killing two Sequence 8s just like that was the best proof.

"Good, good, good. I never thought I, Time, would have a student one day. Teacher, did you see? I've taken on a student too."

Seeing this, Time completely abandoned his composure, put his hands on his hips, and laughed out loud, losing his previous steadiness. It took him a while to calm down before he helped Locke up.

"Teacher, am I your first student? Are there no Senior Sisters before me?"

Seeing him like this, Locke felt as if he had fallen into a trap, and his expression was slightly awkward.

"Cough, cough."

Time quickly returned to his normal demeanor, saying somewhat guiltily, "I, your teacher, have focused on cultivation for so many years since stepping onto the Extraordinary Path, and haven't had Time to take on students."

"Uh—" Locke felt that Time's words were a little too unconvincing.

"Don't you believe me? Go ask around at the Church of the Night Goddess. Who doesn't know the great name of Time?"

"Then, Teacher, will you take on more students in the future?"

"No."

Time shook his head. "It's not about the quantity of students, but the quality. Having just you is enough."

"Why is that? Wouldn't it be better to take on a few more?"

"Cough, cough. Because our lineage is passed down through a single successor. My teacher stipulated that only one student may ever be taken."

Time shamelessly kept silent about the truth: that he simply didn't know how to teach students and dared not recruit too many, lest he hinder others.

The reason he was willing to take Locke was that he saw his strong displayed talent, believing Locke could succeed without much teaching—he could be left to grow independently.

"So that means I am both the founding disciple and the final disciple."

"Do you think that's bad?"

"Not at all." Locke's eyes darted around. "I just feel that if I'm the only one, it might be a bit lonely.

"

"You little brat, asking about Senior Sisters earlier, you weren't planning on trying to—"

Locke quickly raised his hand to interrupt Time.

"Cough, cough. Teacher, you're thinking too much about this."

"You have the scent of more than three women on you."

Time raised the corner of his eye and gave him a deep look. "Do you truly think your teacher is someone who hasn't seen the world?"

"You can sense that too?"