While the players of the Invincible Group were busy expanding their business, the minions of the Demon King were not idle either.

The Great Graveyard was currently a scene of intense activity.

Stimulated by the generous rewards, the players in the entire Great Graveyard were exhilarated, all devoting themselves to the activity of transplanting rare magic plants into the underground cultivation area.

They were either carrying heavy magic plant saplings or wielding tools to level the land gnawed by Earth Cave Spiders, carefully planting the magic plants they painstakingly obtained into the new underground cultivation area, expanding the horticultural territory for Lord Demon King's back garden.

As a result of this, Yikou Xiong's fertilizer factory orders were almost booked over a month in advance, while the rail tracks and water pipes in Beifeng City were sold out!

Including metal materials for making magic conductors, magic crystal lamps, and farming tools were also in short supply!

However, while all the players were working enthusiastically, one planting area fell into an eerie silence.

"...MMP! Withered again!"

A skeleton wrapped entirely in tattered cloth stared solemnly at the collapsed plant before him. What was once a vibrant Illusion Demon Vine had completely turned into an old withered vine, dried up like dehydrated beef jerky.

His name was [Desert Beyond], a life professional player who gained access to the closed beta after version A07.

After training in one version, he considered himself sufficiently familiar with the game mechanics. However, it seemed his knowledge reserve was still shallow.

Cultivating magic plants was a profound academic subject, much harder than ordinary farming.

"How many times has it been already?" [Milk needs sugar] gritted his teeth, glaring at the remnants of the vines, squeezing his bony fingers tightly, "We followed the forum's tutorial, soil quality, magic power concentration, humidity, even the posture, not a single bit off, why can't we grow it?"

"It's just ridiculous! Even an ordinary magic plant wouldn't be this delicate, right?"

[Bone Card], holding his broken magic wand, echoed the complaint, the Netherworld Fire in his eye sockets flickering fiercely, his tone uneasy, "How much money have we spent on this thing? It would really suck if we end up with nothing…"

Phantom Demon Vines are specialties from the southern Vortex Sea, and buying seedlings from the Hell Dwarves was not cheap.

The air fell silent, a sense of dejection gradually spread among the players.

They invested so much effort to cultivate these Illusion Demon Vines, yet they seemed unreasonable, dying on them at the smallest disagreement, without any room for negotiation.

This game had no progress bars, no system reminders, leaving them clueless about what went wrong.

"...Why don't we try a different approach?" [Midnight Bell], who had been silent for a long time, suddenly suggested.

"Do you have an idea?" [Milk needs sugar] immediately turned to look at him.

[Midnight Bell] nodded slowly, his tone carrying a hint of deep thought: "We've been trying with traditional magic plant cultivation methods, and it's just not working. Using nature magic to accelerate growth is even more absurd, the thing just withers on us."

He paused for a moment, then shifted his tone.

"Well, since magic plants are also a form of 'life'… why don't we try a different angle, use undead magic on its corpse? Anyway, it's already dead, nothing to lose if we fail."

The air around them was quiet for a moment, then suddenly stirred.

[Bone Card] looked at him intensely, his tone excited: "Wait a minute, are you saying— we use the Undead Summoning Technique to summon the 'spirit' of this plant?"

"Magic plants are also life," [Midnight Bell] nodded slightly, said softly, "Theoretically, they should have souls too… uh, I'm guessing."

The skeletons looked at each other silently for a few seconds, their eyes gradually lighting up, suddenly feeling this idea seemed to have some merit.

"Anyway, dead horse treated as a living horse, give it another try!"

In a flurry of preparations, they quickly set up a crude Death Spirit Array—using fingers of skeletons arranged in a circle, with a newly withered Phantom Demon Vine relic piled in the center.

"What's the spell?"

"Just undead summoning!"

"Do you remember the spell?"

"I'll do it!"

Pushing away these goofballs, [Bone Card] raised his wand, the Netherworld Fire igniting in the air.

"Souls slumbering in the Abyss, please heed my command—"

He swung his wand, shouted loudly.

"Revive! My plant!"

The incantation echoed in the dim cave, the air turned damp and cold, nearby withered vines seemed startled by this aura, swaying slightly.

But after the spell lasted a full five minutes, the Illusion Demon Vine in the center of the array remained completely motionless.

[Milk needs sugar] frowned: "…No response?"

"Should we increase the power?" [Desert Beyond] tentatively suggested.

"I refuse to believe this won't work!"

[Bone Card] gritted his teeth, casting the spell again, while his right hand reached into his bosom, steeling himself, pulling out a precious Fine Steel Level Undead Magic Scroll!

He won this from a drunk Hell Dwarf in a tavern at Beifeng City. That Hell Dwarf insisted on drinking with him, competing to see who could drink more, which led to the dwarf embarrassing himself by wetting the floor, and then passing out.

Although this scroll was valuable, the five million reward was more tempting.

For Dragon Bro's Undead Warhorse—

He went all out!

As the power input of the magic increased, the energy of the entire array violently fluctuated, and the withered Illusion Demon Vine also trembled slightly, appearing to have an effect.

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