The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

They watched Lister's next move with anticipation.

Was he going to add Magic Solvent to the Holy Grail Bottle to change the properties of the Holy Water?

Or was he directly going to add Mithril to the Holy Grail Bottle, using traditional skills to fuse it?

Time ticked by, and the Alchemical Priests waited patiently.

[Twenty minutes until the seal is broken]

Eight whole minutes passed, and Lister still had not made his next move.

Nine minutes passed, and because Lister continued to heat the area with fire, the Holy Grail Bottle became extremely hot, causing ripples to gradually appear on the surface of the Holy Water.

Ten minutes passed, and the Holy Water boiled.

The pupils of the Alchemical Priests quivered; they suddenly had an ominous premonition!

Time passed minute by minute, and as the heating continued, the boiling of the Holy Water grew more severe, vigorously bubbling up and producing a foggy steam from the surface.

This is not good...

Bishop Morgan blinked her eyes, seeming to guess what Lister was about to do.

The Holy Water reached its boiling peak, large amounts evaporated into gas, surging towards the top of the bottle!

Lister's lips curled into an elegant smile as he quickly pulled out a piece of pure white fabric, fitting it over the large bottle mouth and gathering all the corners tightly to form a sack.

At first, the sack was limp, but as the Holy Water continuously evaporated, and gas surged into it, the sack gradually inflated under everyone's horrified gaze, growing bigger and bigger...

Eventually,

it became a balloon.

All five liters of the Holy Water had been evaporated by Lister, turned into gas, and entered into Holy Infant's Peace. The Peace, being extremely elastic, did not burst despite the substantial amount of gas within it.

But still, it had expanded to its limit.

After all, the density of gas is lower than that of water, so five liters of Holy Water transformed into gas had a much larger volume than five liters.

The most important point was,

the first time he faced Ai Xueli, Lister had mentioned that the Holy Infant's Peace was made entirely of feathers from Second Order Magic Beast Water Magic Duck, all of which were biological materials, perfectly capable of containing the Holy Water.

[Room Task One, Traditional Long Blade of Redemption, has been completed]

[Traditional Long Blade of Redemption]

[Common medium tier]

[Effect: After a large amount of Holy Water is evaporated and the gas collected to create a Holy Water Poison Gas Bomb, once it bursts, Holy Water Gas will disperse, and if Dark Creatures inhale the Holy Water Gas, their Undying nature will be removed]

All the Priests watching were silent.

They blinked their eyes, unable to believe the absurd contraption they just witnessed...

What kind of traditional Alchemy is this...

It indeed used traditional flames, but that's all there was to it!

Other people, like An Su with his Ice Alchemy, made a Long Blade of Redemption that, although made of ice, also resembles the shape of a sword. Arthur's Sun Alchemy produced a Long Blade of Redemption that could also be considered a sword from a biological standpoint,

but your entire Holy Water Poison Gas Bomb, both in terms of shape and from a biological viewpoint, is nothing like it at all!

Lister chuckled lightly, this was the elegance of a traditional noble as he gently heated the Holy Water Poison Gas Bomb, maintaining high internal temperatures to prevent the gas from re-liquefying, and then he calmly broke the door's seal and stepped back several paces.

With the seal no longer obstructing, the wooden door, as thin as paper in the clutches of a Blood Slave, was rapidly breached.

All the flesh surged in, its blood-streaked crimson eyes open wide, as if the horrific skills of a past life were reminding it, it first suspiciously swept Lister a glance, confirming there were no signs he had his pants down, then looked at what he held in his hands, saw nothing like an Ice Blade, and knew it had the upper hand.

Especially Arthur's memories, no matter how the alchemists tried to erase them, could not be completely erased.

That cruel experience had deeply penetrated its marrow.

Assured of an infallible plan, it tightly closed its gaping maw, making sure not even a drop of Holy Water could enter. Then, with a fierce grin, it lunged at Lister, its claws ready to shred him instantly.

This time it was stable.

"Fate has led you here,"

Yet Lister was not in the slightest bit frightened. He raised his hand and gently tossed the Holy Infant's Peace filled with Holy Light Gas towards the Blood Servant. The enormous balloon traced a brilliant arc across the night sky, striking directly at the Blood Servant's sharp claws and exploding instantly.

"You have been utterly defeated by fate!"

There was a loud 'bang' as the already over-inflated balloon burst violently. The Holy Water Gas it contained, compressed to its limit, burst forth, engulfing the Blood Servant in a fog-like mist reminiscent of the Immortal Realm, continuously surging and transcending.

Before entering, the Blood Servant had tightly closed its mouth, but its nostrils were still wide open—after all, every creature must breathe.

The moment the Holy Water Poison Gas Bomb exploded, it violently inhaled, finding the smell refreshingly minty, mixed with a slight scent of spring water.

With one breath of Holy Water Gas in its lungs, its entire head felt dizzy, as if the world had turned beautiful. It felt like it was walking on a peaceful and comfortable path in Heaven, surrounded by beautiful pure white clouds.

Just an accidental breath, and it couldn't stop.

It felt an itch in its lungs.

"This is the charm of our traditional Alchemy." Lister elegantly pushed his glasses up, inhaling deeply himself, "Traditional Alchemy is invincible."

Indeed, this time the traditionalists had won.

Concentrated Holy Water is hard to consume, but diluted Holy Water is very appealing.

The Blood Servant knew it had messed up again, another extreme lung passage, inhaling the Holy Light Gas into its organs. With each inhalation and exhalation, it knew it had fallen in love with tradition.

Although the Holy Water ice pops that Master Luo Xiaohei recently researched are delicious, and the tropical drinks explored by Master Arthur are also great, the Reformists are only a temporary wave; tradition is the sediment of time.

Just one breath, and it was already subdued.

...It must come to its senses, it can't inhale anymore.

Though its intelligence was not high, it still warned itself deep within.

The alveoli had already been scorched by the Holy Water Gas, the intense pain blazing, that gas traveling through the trachea and racing around inside its body, the Holy Attributes violently burning its other organs, the Vampire's Undying nature being rapidly evaporated.

The Blood Servant knew this stuff was harmful, absolutely must not be inhaled again, but the surrounding fog was all Holy Water Gas. It tried to hold its breath, but Lister fiercely kicked it in the abdomen, and it could no longer hold its breath.

It inhaled a harsh breath of the Holy Gas again.

It painfully knelt on the ground, clutching its abdomen, feeling its breathing becoming more difficult, thoughts increasingly muddled. It knew it had lost, utterly lost to tradition, its sight blurred, mind chaotic, as if walking in the Immortal Realm, faintly ascending to the Ghost Life's Heaven.

"One last question..."

The Blood Servant stared fiercely at Lister, still asking its final question in its Ghost Life, Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"What brand is this... gas of yours?"

It felt the gas also had a hint of a tropical flavor.

"Holy Infant's Peace Brand." Lister sighed softly, his back turned, his demeanor graceful like a true nobleman, "Remember well, the first step of a saint, Anle Diapers."

"I'm on fire too."

"..."

So it is, so it is, everything makes sense, it closed its eyes in resignation, turning into a pool of blood water, peacefully departing this world.

"This stuff's strong, I must go buy this brand afterward—" these were its last words.