Chapter 114

"If I'm trash, I'll just practice more!"

"Kick him out of the palace!"

"Trash, I want you to help me practice!"

"Hehehehehe! I want to practice the Dissociation Art ten more times, damn it!!!"

For three consecutive days, the entire workshop was filled with insane ghost-like screams, regardless of morning, night, or day, anytime and anywhere.

If it weren't for the good soundproofing, Ji Jue might have been kicked out by Professor Ye long ago, or before that, shot to death by Ye Chun.

But how did that saying go?

A roommate's mechanical keyboard sounds like fairy music, and the sound of turning pages is as deafening as construction work.

Just watching him grind until he forgot to eat and sleep, a certain salted fish also surnamed Ye had already started to have a nervous breakdown.

She even had nightmares where some dog-thing was grinding crazily behind her, and then stuck to her with drool, laughing weirdly: "Senior sister, senior sister, come to my house tonight, my thesis can do backflips~"

Grind, grind away!

Better to just grind yourself to death!

I've already reserved the best viewing spot at Tianmen Lake for you. Once you turn into ash, you'll be the new scenic spot at Tianmen University—The End of the Dog!

Ye Chun tossed and turned on the sofa, unable to brew even a bit of sleepiness. She couldn't take a nap no matter what.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the image of that grind-dog appeared vividly before her. Oh God, oh Goddess, kill me, when will these days end?

In a state of extreme anger, Ye Chun got angry.

Then, helplessly and struggling desperately, she crawled off the sofa, dragging her feet and looking back every three steps to sit in front of the computer. She opened a new folder and a WORD document, looked at the empty page, and quietly began to shed little pearls.

And in the workshop, the exhausted Ji Jue finally withdrew his sinful hands, leaned back in his chair, and felt drowsy.

Today's practice could end here.

The essence of the Dissociation Art is the use of one's own spiritual quality. On the premise of effectiveness, the amount actually doesn't matter. Using an uninitiated Dissociation Art on such a clumsy piece of junk can only be called saving mana.

According to the practice plan he set for himself these days, consuming sixty-four percent of his own spiritual quality was one cycle, and he would finish the day after repeating it three times.

According to the formula given by Professor Ye, after substituting his total spiritual quality and rank, sixty-four percent was the optimal limit for Ji Jue today.

Above this limit, the recovery efficiency of spiritual quality reaches its fastest, and under the condition of ensuring caloric intake, it can naturally recover in about seven hours. At the same time, it will not be damaged due to long-term spiritual quality deficiency.

Ji Jue was willing to call it the Golden Ratio of the Grind-Dog. As long as he followed this ratio, he could grind to his heart's content. And then use the remaining time... to brush up on questions and gnaw on books.

Although he would still lose focus and slack off at first, don't say, once he got used to it, he couldn't stop, and it was boundless joy.

Now, on the operating table, the pendant that originally looked antique and quite elegant was now covered in cracks, as if it had suffered countless fish-scale shreddings, and was on its last breath.

If it could really talk, I'm afraid the first sentence would be to beg Ji Jue to give it a quick death. Killing someone is just a nod to the ground, you've been scratching with a small knife for three days, even if it's a huge hatred, it should be finished, right?

[Hmm, not bad.]

The ghost work ball's ghostly light flashed, and after scanning it once, it said: [The spiritual circuits of the main body have basically all been stripped away. Next, there's nothing messy in the way, so we can start preparing to unseal the blessing.

I have to say, I've been working for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a weak Dissociation Art... The grind-dog's perseverance and willpower are truly terrifying.

If I offend you in the future, please give me a quick death, I can't stand this kind of torture.

No, if the target is a Heavenly Craftsman... maybe you can make the other party surrender by this method. Believe me, no matter how tight-lipped a Heavenly Craftsman is, after being tortured by you for a week, they'll be honest!

As expected of you, you actually developed a brand-new use for the Dissociation Art!]

"Fart, where is it weak?"

Ji Jue immediately broke his defense, glared, and scolded: "Don't you go wah-wah at me! I call this being cautious, okay? Do you understand what it means to lift heavy as if it were light? Don't worry, when I deal with you in the future, it will be absolutely crisp and neat, I'm just afraid you won't be able to bear it when it's too big!"

Ghost Work laughed and said nothing more.

After all, the biggest reason Professor Ye dared to let Ji Jue do such fine work was because... he was too weak.

If the effect of the Dissociation Art were any stronger, it wouldn't achieve such a subtle effect. If the introductory Dissociation Art is a big knife and a big axe, then the uninitiated one is the board brush used in archaeology.

Moreover, this kind of fine work is all about less is more. If Ji Jue had really mastered the Dissociation Art, before his control reached a certain level, Professor Ye really wouldn't be at ease letting him do this kind of fine work.

For something with such a simple structure, he would crush it with one hand, and the blessing would be shaken to pieces, so what's the point of recycling it?

Scraping is scraping, it's enough.

Moreover, when the Dissociation Art was so clumsy, he still had the energy to look after the overall situation and could accurately limit the effect to a few spiritual circuits... This terrifying spiritual control was gradually formed under the nose of the Ghost Work ball.

Four days?

Or three days?

A total of 1,707 practices had already mastered the Dissociation Art to this extent. Even with the blessing of Non-Aggression and Miraculous Hand, it was... too exaggerated!

As early as three or four months ago, he was just an ordinary grind-dog, and he even ran to the Rift World and wandered so far he couldn't remember where his home was. As a result, he had already walked the entire path that other apprentices might take five or six years to finish.

With the already solidified imagination and thinking of a Heavenly Craftsman, Ghost Work couldn't imagine what kind of monster Ye Xian was trying to catalyze?

But... what does it have to do with me!

Anyway, it's just the master's order, it's just a ball that watches the fun.

These days, there's more and more to look forward to~

When Ji Jue came out of the workshop dizzy and returned to the living room, it was already afternoon again.

He looked left and right, and after finding that the professor was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed toward the kitchen and the freezer, but after taking two steps, he suddenly reacted.

Today is not like the past!

Suddenly, his confidence increased greatly. He turned around, walked toward the sofa with a gait that didn't recognize his own kin, leaned on the position the senior sister liked most, smiled evilly, and shouted:

"Ye Chun!"

Hurried footsteps came from the study, and a familiar face brought a sweet smile that was forced out, "I'm here, you say."

"Tired."

Ji Jue spread his arms unceremoniously and put them on the armrest.

Ye Chun immediately leaned forward, rubbing his shoulders enthusiastically.

After rubbing twice, Ji Jue couldn't help but frown. It was nothing compared to Old Zhang's massage, but there was no way, just make do, conditions were limited.

He said: "Thirsty."

Immediately, iced cola was brought up, "Please drink."

"What is this?" Ji Jue saw the words on it and was suddenly furious, "Sugar-free? Even dogs won't drink it! Don't use this kind of crappy thing to fool me... forget it, bring the potato chips!"

The sound of teeth grinding sounded.

Ye Chun moved step by step toward the snack cart, pushed it in front of Ji Jue, and let him choose. Then that finger swept back and forth repeatedly, landing on the last bag of her favorite red-braised beef brisket flavor that Ye Chun had specially saved!

"Forget it, keep it light, just eat this."

Ye Chun, eyes splitting.

You surnamed Ji, you...

Ji Jue ate her potato chips, sat on her sofa, watched her TV, and looked up unceremoniously: "Steamed bun? Don't you support the device?"

"No, no."

Ye Chun tried hard to maintain a smiling expression, "Being picked by you is the blessing of these crappy potato chips."

"Is that so? Then its blessing is really great."

Ji Jue chewed crunchily, crossed his legs, and enjoyed this hard-won wonderful experience: "I say Little Ye, how is the thesis writing going?"

"Thanks to you, the first draft is already finished."

"Hey, look, young people are still too impetuous, don't be in a hurry, you still need to grind more." Ji Jue shook his head and sighed: "Slow work produces fine products."

In the crazy twitching and twitching of the corners of her eyes, Ye Chun gritted her teeth and replied: "You... are right."

"Alright, hungry."

Ji Jue waved his hand and said indifferently: "You, go fry two dishes for me, put less oil and salt."

Crack!

The sound of bone joints rubbing sounded.

Ye Chun's little hands almost crushed the handle of the hand cart. Just as she was seriously considering whether to open Ji Jue's head, she suddenly heard a weak cough again and again.

"Cough, cough, cough, the hidden injuries from a few days ago, they actually haven't healed yet."

Ji Jue sighed, stroked his chest and sighed: "It's okay, don't worry, after all, the world is like this. Pity me, a concubine-born apprentice, who actually suffered the jealousy and persecution of a legitimate senior sister because I was too hardworking.

In the originally simple outsourcing task, I was not only locked in the head by a sniper rifle, but also left with hidden injuries, and died in depression.

When I closed my eyes, I found that I was reborn to before that day. I swear, this life I will live for myself, and will never be slaughtered by others again.

Come to the workshop tonight, V me 50, listen to my revenge plan, and then look at my new thesis proposal..."

Hard! Hard!

The fist was completely hard!

You can't take enough advantage of the dog-thing, right!

Ever since I came back that night, I started acting, and I haven't stopped since!

Sitting on my sofa, watching my TV, eating my potato chips, disliking my cola, laughing at my thesis, and wanting to write a new thesis open-book... This hatred is irreconcilable!

In this rage, Ye Chun's fighting spirit increased, increased, and increased, and she even suddenly learned a fist technique called "Strong Hand Cracking Skull."

Looking at Ji Jue's head at this moment, she just wanted to open his skull to see if it was as black as his heart!

Ji Jue looked at her innocently and pitifully.

In a pair of wide-eyed eyes, a layer of water mist was covered at some point.

Like tears.

You...

"..."

Ye Chun closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Before her teeth were completely crushed, she turned stiffly and walked toward the kitchen.

It wasn't because of a soft heart or a guilty conscience. After so many days, the original guilt had long been persecuted by this dog-thing. She just knew that if she punched him, this grandson Ji Jue would definitely lie on the ground and bark for a long time...

Forget it, forget it, Ye Chun, endure it, endure it again.

He will eventually have a handle in her hands!

At that time, she, Ye Zezhichun, will definitely pay it back a thousand times!

Slap!

A bowl of steaming pre-made noodles was slapped on the table in front of Ji Jue, and the noodles that died without closing their eyes were still floating on the soup with scattered oil. A mountain of chili peppers piled up, dyeing the soup color into the scarlet of Ji Jue's blood.

"Eat it, this is my flesh, drink it, this is my blood."

Ye Chun's pupils were dark and had no temperature: "If you dare to miss a bite today, you won't wait until tomorrow in this life!"

Just this?

Ji Jue couldn't help but sneer habitually, and even wanted to tell her: Add an egg for Dad!

But looking at that murderous look, he didn't dare to speak after all.

Obediently picked up the chopsticks.

Buried his head in eating noodles.

His movements couldn't help but pause.

Mom, I still overestimated the senior sister's cooking skills. How come it's still raw after boiling for so long...

Should have ordered takeout.

Just like that, he helplessly ate the whole bowl of noodles.

Mere chili peppers? Joke!

This counts as medium spicy in Shuzhou at most.

However, the joke seemed to be too big, and the senior sister was about to be unable to help beating people.

But it doesn't matter, I'll dare to do it next time!

Having been pinched and persecuted by Ye Chun for so many years, it's rare to have a chance to make up for it. Can Ji Jue not seize the opportunity? Otherwise, when she doesn't admit it in a few days, only cucumber-flavored potato chips will be left for him!

Ji Jue crossed his legs and fully enjoyed this short-lived happiness and sweetness before the senior sister counterattacked:

"These days, there's more and more to look forward to."

Before this, Ji Jue once asked Professor Ye when his Dissociation Art could be considered truly introductory?

The answer he got was that he didn't have to be limited to one-handed implementation. If he could perform it with both hands in an instant without preparation and complete the spiritual destruction of the target, then it would be considered introductory.

Immediately after, Ji Jue asked with a cheap mouth: "Then when is it considered completely mastered?"

So, he saw Professor Ye's smile, so meaningful, as if it were the last mercy given to students before assigning homework: "After you finish dismantling all the waste in the warehouse, it should be about right..."

Ji Jue swallowed his saliva, estimated the terrifying quantity of waste, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Just as he experienced and saw, apart from the arrogance, indifference, and contempt engraved in her bones, Professor Ye did not disdain to communicate with ordinary things, nor did she care about the opinions of fools, and at the same time, she would never tolerate mistakes, whether they were others' or her own.

Nor would she allow any flaws to appear on her creations.

Not even a little bit!

Occasionally, even if the creation in the furnace had unexpected positive changes, as long as it didn't meet her requirements and structure at the beginning of the design, the result would be ruthless destruction after removing the blessing.

Extreme perfectionism and desire for control, coupled with this extraordinary talent, the final result is the world's youngest master and a resounding reputation that is both praised and criticized in the academic world.

From design to completion, a work must go through at least a dozen steps and more than ten repetitions, or even endless rework until she is satisfied.

After one finished product, there are dozens or hundreds of experimental products and waste.

In the end, what is gathered is the shocking and terrifying scale in the warehouse. Just like the mountain of losers she has paved under her feet as she climbs the path of embers to this day.

Even though he knew that those were all sweet and delicious food, Ji Jue still couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle. With such an exaggerated quantity, would it kill someone to eat it?

"The road is long."

Ji Jue sighed lightly, distressed and happy, and a crisp sound suddenly came to his ears.

Slap!

A glimmer of light rose quietly from the cracked pendant, which was the last peripheral spiritual circuit that had been destroyed.

Ji Jue finally let out a long breath and took a deep breath.

Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

[Very good, just the last step.] Ghost Work's voice sounded from his consciousness, [Stop for a while, rest for a while, and calm down your spiritual quality and mentality.]

"Finally..."

Ji Jue sighed, raised his numb hands, and rubbed his eye sockets.

The torture was finally coming to an end, he had never been so tired...

It hurt his eyes too much!

If the previous Dissociation Art practice could be considered learning the teacher's high-level design ideas from the perspective of destruction and deepening his understanding in one attempt after another, then these past few days, Ji Jue felt like he was doing a collection of wrong questions picked up from a trash can, and he had to pinch his nose to do it, not letting go of a single place.

In this unbelievable operation, he fully realized the diversity of craftsmen. It's truly outrageous that they can be so creative in being wrong!

Is it impossible for us not to draw this damn circuit today? Your hands are shaking like this, why don't you go to the hospital and check it out?

And various spiritual qualities of qualitative change are mixed together, purification is a mere formality, and extraction is perfunctory and sloppy.

Also, how did you get this harmony? How did you make the six-layer structure act on its own, conflict and contradict each other, making the usage burden increase by more than double, and the effect was cut into this kind of look?

Is your teacher's big slap not sharp?

Just this, you actually have the nerve to install a backdoor?!!!

Where is the face? Where is the face!!

[Remember to be light, be lighter, be careful, it should be like cutting the liver during surgery]

Ghost Work repeated the key points for the fifth time without getting tired: [Don't hesitate, remove all four parts at once in one go, otherwise it will leave pollution and impurities, interfering with the next reshaping.]

"I know, I know, stop talking!"

Ji Jue had no time to take care of its chatter and was fully focused.

In his slowly raised hands, the familiar low humming sound gradually became high-pitched—the vibration and stillness of spiritual quality flowed freely between his hands, and there was no longer any obstruction.

The target is the last core part of the pendant.

Four different spiritual circuits, connected by the mark of supreme goodness, the wasteland enhanced the physical properties, and the ascension blocked the spiritual quality, thereby fixing the blessing in the iron and stone.

A classic double-lock structure that copies everything without any highlights.

The disadvantage is that there is no change and it is too rigid.

The advantage is, it is shockingly sturdy and stable!

With Ji Jue's attainments, wanting to disintegrate four different circuits at different frequencies and intensities at the same time is simply wishful thinking. But it doesn't matter, as long as it's fast enough, as long as it's fast enough, the fragments won't have time to pollute the blessing.

As long as it's fast enough, then...

Perfect enough!

In that instant, under Ji Jue's hands, an unprecedentedly harsh and high-pitched sound erupted—the spiritual vibration suppressed at an extremely fine scale was like a sharp blade, ignoring the shocked shouts and warnings of the Ghost Work ball, and slashed down!

"Break for me!

Under the overlapping hands and crossed fingers, that tiny blade of dissociation sped along at a terrifying speed comparable to lightning.

It was like the blade of a crazily rotating shredder, stirring and swirling, shrinking layer by layer inward.

Everything it touched, runes and circuits, shattered, scraping deep cracks out of the mark of supreme goodness. All the fragments were drawn away by the spiritual operation of Non-Aggression.

It was like a sharp knife scraping across the eye membrane, leaving only a cold touch, without damaging the core by a single bit!

Just in an instant, amidst the sound of the pendant collapsing, it broke the last simple cage!

Slap!

The sound of shattering was so crisp.

A dreamlike stream of light rose from between Ji Jue's hands. The prepared Ghost Work couldn't care about complaining about Ji Jue's rough operation. A ghostly blue light appeared, and in the void, a brand-new shackle structure was built again, locking the stream of light again and drawing it away!

"Mission accomplished!"

Ji Jue cheered and celebrated, looking at the fragments of light rising from the shattered pendant, and subconsciously reached out to grab a handful...

But the moment he realized what he had grabbed, it was too late.

The instinct of the Mechanical God's Descent completed the capture and absorption of the essence of supreme goodness, and then, unprecedentedly, it rioted!

Instantly, rejection, spitting out!

Even, faintly, a bit of grief and indignation.

You eat everything? You're really hungry!

If there was substantial nausea and anger emerging from Ji Jue's heart, filling his reason, making him almost unable to help screaming: Shit, there is shit!

And, there is poison in the shit!!!

When the process of melting in the furnace turned into a hallucination and appeared before his eyes, and the creator began to show off his "unique skills" triumphantly, Ji Jue could no longer restrain his nausea.

"Yue!!!"

Forget it, forget it, must forget it quickly, otherwise this shadow will never be erased in a lifetime!

But apart from nausea and vomiting, when he recalled the feeling just now, he couldn't help but fall into a daze—in the previous instant, when he reached out his hand, besides that essence full of dross, it seemed, maybe, perhaps he had grabbed something else?

It was just that the touch was too weak, as if trying to grasp flowing water in vain, and soon, under the gravity of Ghost Work, it slipped from his fingertips.

That was... a blessing?

In that instant, he fell into a daze, looking at his hands blankly.

Spiritual quality is the fountain of the soul, and using it to exercise the power of supreme goodness to create miracles and destruction, and to interfere and control with human hands, is also within the theoretical possibility.

But the blessing is the brilliant crystal that sprouts and grows from the supreme goodness in the flow of all things in the world... How can one touch it with one's own hands?

Or rather, was it just a hallucination under surprise?

He found it hard to judge.

But his gaze couldn't help but fall on the watch that had been silent for many days. If the creation of Non-Aggression controls spiritual quality to create infinity, what does this power that can even extract evil changes freely represent?

The watch was silent, as always.

The hands moved forward calmly, never stopping.

Under the afternoon sunset, in the deepest part of the workshop, in front of the huge furnace, the flames flickered, and the fire that had lasted for six years was still rising, never broken.

[Observation system repeat self-test complete, no errors found]

The Heavenly Craftsman, who had shed its simulated personality, reported in a calm voice: [Temporary administrator Ji Jue realized high-level applications on his own when dealing with the target, it should be a mistake.

Besides that, there is one more important thing—Ji Jue grabbed the blessing of supreme goodness with his own hands, even if only for an instant.]

Ye Xian looked up coldly: "The path of Non-Aggression relies on hands, it's not strange to be able to touch the blessing."

[This does not match the records in the database, should it be corrected?]

"No need. Instruction 977, erase this record, destroy it completely, and do not allow any backup or recovery possibility."

[Obey, execution complete]

So, the room returned to silence again.

After a long time, Ye Xian turned and left.

The lights went out.

In the darkness, only the flames that seemed eternal flowed silently.