Chapter 230

There are many classifications in modern alchemy.

Although its advent is relatively short compared to the history of thousands of years and the history of many family clans, it has become mainstream because it stands on the foundation of ancient alchemy and has opened up a brand-new path and direction. It not only unified standards and measurements, allowing successors to enter the hall more easily, but its openness and inclusiveness are also far superior to ancient alchemy.

Over several hundred years of development, it has absorbed the essence of many ancient alchemies, and after refining and integrating them, it has developed more than a dozen classifications and disciplines on the four foundations of ascension, purification, extraction, and integration.

Life science is undoubtedly a major category among them. It has intricate connections with the vortex system and is also inseparable from the popular pharmacology.

For such a profound and lofty discipline, Ji Jue, an apprentice, naturally wouldn't dare to claim expertise. In reality, even relying on the mechanical descent storm inhalation to cheat, his current level can only be said to be barely at the entry level.

In terms of level, he is not yet capable of turning the dead into the living, but he is very good at accidentally turning the living into the dead.

Precisely because of this, when making the "human skin mask," it appeared relatively horrific and tragic.

It's just like when you go shopping, you can't always expect something that is fast, effective, and cheap as if it were given away for free.

You always have to make trade-offs.

Therefore, such an awkward situation would occur.

If you want to avoid losses and keep the disguise as realistic as possible, you must perform a live transplant; with the bone knife, it's naturally not a problem.

The time was too short, and this layer of skin mask wasn't stuck firmly—does that seem excusable?

It's just that the person opposite doesn't seem prepared to forgive.

Then there's no way around it...

Before bending down to pick up the mask, Ji Jue casually stabbed the last Blade of Flowing Light into her stomach. Under the effect of 【Harmony of Light and Dust】, she could no longer move, and even her voice couldn't be emitted.

And then, the Compassionate Bone Knife pierced in, separating flesh and soul.

Both crashed simultaneously.

Since he had already been exposed, Ji Jue simply stopped disguising, took off the two pieces of face, threw them aside, took out the ugly face soaked in solution from the bottle in his bosom, and stuck it back onto his own face.

"Original parts are still the best!"

His ten fingers slid across the seams, reconnecting the flesh, and then the Mouth of the Ancient One exerted its effect under the infusion of spiritual quality, restoring its original function—at least seven or eight parts.

As for seeming even uglier... it doesn't matter!

Ugly is ugly.

Go back and find Old Zhang for treatment, and it can be restored to factory settings again.

By comparison, the wound on his broken legs was the most troublesome; without the assistance of the mercury exoskeleton, walking was a hassle.

After finishing all this, Ji Jue slowly continued forward, strolling through the precious material storage room, and couldn't help but broaden his horizons.

"He really is a Master of the Profound Void, awesome."

Ji Jue sighed and lamented, appreciating the treasures one by one.

Natural Ruined Realm blessed metal the size of two people, containing innate blessings, stone marrow crystals the size of two of Ji Jue's heads, aberrant objects frozen in boxes that couldn't break free at all...

Almost every item placed on the shelves and display racks was enough to make his dark thoughts surge, wanting to pull off two more big jobs, or simply call the CEO and spend some time looting this place clean...

Well, if he had the life to escape by then.

According to the bald woman, this was actually only a second-tier item storage room; the truly precious materials were basically all in Jianyuan's own private domain.

And what was stored here was only a small portion that had been collected recently and not yet classified...

Isn't that too rich!

Hovering back and forth between gasping and hot breathing, Ji Jue didn't dare to look anymore; if he kept looking, his own mentality would collapse.

But soon, the most important goal of this trip appeared before his eyes.

And then, he felt... completely suffocated.

"What the hell? What is this?"

Ji Jue's vision went black, unbelievable.

He finally understood why Lou Feng was so certain his aunt was still alive—it was a life-saving technique developed from spiritual quality shaping within the Lou family's secret spiritual quality arts.

Upon realizing imminent death or danger, the Chosen One would perform the final spiritual quality shaping—【Death Lock】. At that time, the spiritual quality crystal would wrap the user's flesh and soul like a coffin, hardening to the limit, indestructible.

Just like putting on a turtle shell, leaving the opponent with no way to start.

As for whether you'll be dragged back to be slowly processed, drilled open, and have your dog life taken, that's another matter. At least you can linger on for a while, right?

And facing Jianyuan's attack, Lou Feng's aunt, Lou Yanyue, used the most thorough kind of Death Lock for her shaping at the last moment.

The spiritual quality shaping after reaching the Rebirth Rank possesses the nature of existing with the master; as long as Lou Yanyue doesn't die, it won't dissipate, and as long as Lou Yanyue doesn't die, the spiritual quality will continuously reinforce the outer crystal blockade.

To kill her, one can only cleanly exhaust all her spiritual quality, causing her soul to collapse and disintegrate on its own, in a sense, completely erasing the possibility of herself as a material.

Presumably, Jianyuan also intended to keep her, waiting until he had time to specifically teach her the self-awareness of being a material.

It's a pity, he probably won't have the chance.

And Ji Jue began to doubt life.

"Aunt?"

Ji Jue leaned in, eyes wide, looking at the incomplete outline sealed in the spiritual quality crystal: "You tell me this is your aunt?!"

Within the locking freeze of the spiritual quality crystal, that body still retained tragic wounds, legs severed at the root, and only one arm remaining.

Even the face had been slashed by a blade, both eyes shattered, and the beautiful face had become ugly and ferocious, no less than Ji Jue's current ghostly appearance.

But the problem is, she, she... how does she look like a minor no matter how you look at it!!!!

"Sixteen? No, fourteen... thirteen..."

Ji Jue squinted, leaned in, almost triggering the alarm, and judged repeatedly—this damn thing is fourteen at most! It can't be any older!

Fourteen-year-old Rebirth?!

It couldn't be that she practiced the wrong divine art and returned to childhood, right?

Ji Jue gasped, then another, one after another, wishing he could drain Jianyuan's central air conditioning.

It really is a big family, the foundation is really damn rich, but the seniority is also really damn messy!

Lou Feng's grandfather is really vigorous in his old age... giving birth to a daughter who is younger than his grandson?

No wonder Lou Feng always had a complicated expression that was hard to describe every time he mentioned his aunt; if I had an aunt seven or eight years younger than me, and she was already a core combatant of the Chaocheng Security Bureau at a young age, a master of masters, I'm afraid I'd also be wishing I were dead!

No time to sigh and lament anymore.

Time waits for no one.

Ji Jue's movements were lightning fast, his hands stroking the shelf, feeling the spiritual quality circuits within, carefully reading and analyzing, Disassociation Art, flashing by...

Across the outer spiritual quality structure, the Non-Aggression spiritual quality hand reached deep inside, precisely destroying the internal identification sequence and related modules.

Before the alert sequence self-checked and alarmed, he still had five minutes.

He took out the "Aunt Detector" made by Lou Feng from his pocket and shoved it directly onto Lou Yanyue's spiritual quality crystal. Instantly, the two spiritual quality shaping crystals collided, becoming one, and amidst the faint ringing, they merged into one.

Spiritual quality itself is a carrier of information, not to mention that the Lou family has another set of communication methods.

In order not to drag Ji Jue down or cause trouble, Lou Feng's spiritual quality crystal not only stored his unique spiritual quality fluctuation identification but also the unlocking program for the Death Lock, as well as related situation explanations and Ji Jue's identity.

In the brief silence, Ji Jue suddenly saw the incomplete body inside the spiritual quality crystal twitch slightly.

Waking up from a long dream.

Absorbing the news from her big nephew, quickly understanding reality.

As the Death Lock slowly cracked, the spiritual quality vibrated the air, emitting a hoarse, blurred voice.

"... Ji Jue?"

The faint hand of spiritual quality shaping swept across her face, stroking and exploring, soon understanding: "That kid A-Feng is actually promising... are you his friend?"

"Yeah, very good friend, the kind who entrusts life and back to each other!" Ji Jue answered decisively: "Don't look at me being young, he calls me Brother Ji when he sees me, and insisted on asking me for a signed photo, taking it back to worship with an incense burner, three kowtows morning and night, hasn't stopped for two years, what's wrong, you didn't know?"

In the blurred voice, a hint of a chuckle appeared.

"He didn't say that about you."

"He's just tsundere, you can't just listen to what his mouth says, his body is always very honest!"

"Indeed."

Lou Yanyue in the Death Lock pondered for a moment and expressed agreement: "Among all the younger generation in the family, he cries the longest when hit."

"Your family culture is also quite wonderful."

Ji Jue wiped a cold sweat; during the process of small talk, his hands never stopped—sneaking into an artisan's workshop and modifying the permissions and rules set by him from the inside was still too difficult for Ji Jue.

He could only crudely destroy the key parts through the Disassociation Art, futilely delaying time.

His movements didn't stop.

Running back and forth, installing the large and small bombs tied under the black robe in their respective places.

"How's your condition? Are you ready?"

Ji Jue asked finally, "We're running out of time."

In the gradually dissolving Death Lock, there was still the last layer of crystal freezing the body and maintaining life. Ji Jue picked it up and only felt it was soft and tender, so light.

Not as heavy as imagined.

"How much longer?"

Lou Yanyue seized the time to recover her spirit.

"5..."

Ji Jue looked at his watch, and without waiting for Lou Yanyue to speak, added: "4..."

"Hey, you kid!"

Lou Yanyue couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

And with the moment the countdown ended... an unprecedented chain explosion erupted from the corridor, floor, and even the ceiling of the first floor, fire spraying out, swallowing everything.

Boom!!

Amidst the violent shaking and chaos, Ji Jue stuffed her into a box, carried her on his back, and ran wildly with his head down.

Blending into the terrified crowd outside.

Three minutes later, the sound of explosions erupted again from the entrance and exit; amidst the roar, trucks waiting to be loaded, without anyone controlling them, turned on their lights and crashed through the doors.

Whistling away one after another.

Disappearing in all directions.