Chapter 235: The Old Man's Favor Can Never Be Repaid

"How many days has it been..."

Ji Jue lay in the wheelchair, sighing: "Why is there still no movement from the Security Bureau? At least bring some big news..."

Surely they wouldn't really let him turn to evil?

On the polished mirror surface, a thin and haggard face appeared.

The skin was pale, as if it hadn't seen the sun for many years, thin to the bone, breathing slowly, and it wouldn't be strange if he were lying in the ICU.

But unexpectedly, between the strands of pale hair, in the increasingly pitch-black pupils, eerie light faintly emerged. In the inadvertent scanning and lowering of eyes, it burned silently and gloomily.

Just like a ghost or demon residing in a corpse, the gloomy aura was compelling.

Even if Tong Zhiwu were in front of him now, he probably wouldn't recognize Ji Jue.

How long has it been?

Completely unclear...

It seems like only a few short days have passed, but in his physical sensation, it feels as long as one or two months.

Every day repeats the cycle of cramming and production, unable to catch his breath.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't find relief; between countless messy theories and extraction formulas, countless nightmares and past events of this life appeared in turns.

Those intermittent, fragmented dreams and the reality that was so busy it made him vomit blood alternated in a cycle, so much so that Ji Jue had completely lost his sense of time.

Perhaps, this is one of Jian Yuan's goals.

Or perhaps, the time in the workshop... was originally different from the outside...

The theories and techniques of the Profound are not beautiful courses as pure and boring as advanced mathematics; on the contrary, they are full of convenient methods that are inhumane but cheap and feasible, including many material processing and acquisition methods involving blood sacrifice, sacrifice, and torture, and even more subtle pollution...

Even a scroll dog like Ji Jue is now exhausted physically and mentally by this rough cramming-style teaching, and his head is full of wanting a holiday. It doesn't matter if he can't have a holiday, death is fine too.

Kill me with one strike, be quick!

The only good thing about this shitty life is that the materials are enough, and he doesn't care about the loss, even if Ji Jue uses Jian Yuan's things to practice his hands for personal gain, the old man doesn't seem to care at all.

The extraction item, which was lagging behind due to a lack of krypton gold, progressed rapidly.

As for the many Stagnant Rot techniques and evil-transformed refining operations, although it's embarrassing to say, Ji Jue has completely mastered them!

Not just mastered, but progressed by leaps and bounds!

With the matrix fragments and many sporadic techniques of Du Deng and Lian Yun as a cushion, and the old man Jian Yuan teaching and integrating everything, Ji Jue's progress skyrocketed, and in just a few practice sessions, he had learned the basics of the introduction and the subsequent extensions.

In fact, he was already enough to start making blessed creations.

Brother Embers, don't be sad, it's all forced by the old man, I don't want to either, my heart is actually only you, you must believe me...

I just made a mistake that any artisan would make!

Anyway, the Embers didn't say no, so Ji Jue just assumed He had acquiesced.

But you say, how did a good Embers talent suddenly become a pillar of the Profound?

If it spreads out, the teacher shouldn't come with a knife to clean up the sect, right?

Wait, could this also be Jian Yuan's plan!

Maybe when he becomes an artisan, a master, or even a grandmaster in the future, and meets Jian Yuan again, the old ghost will grin and pull out a stack of photos from his pocket: Ji Jue-kun, you wouldn't want others to know...

Ji Jue took a cold breath.

He couldn't help but want to stomp his feet and curse, but unfortunately, he was about to lose the freedom to stomp his feet.

Left arm, right shoulder, heart, right leg...

All appeared with chain-like pitch-black marks.

Just moving a little, he felt heart-piercing pain and torture.

These were all the results of Ji Jue's overestimating his own strength or probing during this period.

Boom!!!

From the furnace, a loud noise suddenly erupted, scarlet blood color rolled, viscous colors sprayed out, turning into a frenzy, almost swallowing the thin figure in front of the furnace.

Ji Jue was expressionless.

From the trance of distraction, he casually raised his hand toward the dancing scarlet and scooped it out.

Five fingers tightened.

"That's about enough." He said.

In an instant, the erupting blood color dissipated without a trace, the wriggling scarlet quickly contracted, and the screams filling the furnace ceased abruptly.

As if the monster had been pinched by its seven inches.

And right in Ji Jue's hand, between his five fingers, the creation that had broken the seal in the furnace was still shaking violently, quickly fading from high heat, revealing the texture of steel.

Only in the cold light of the iron color, there were strands of scarlet flowing, sometimes revealing a flesh-like texture.

The moment it fell into his hand, it hungrily wanted to swallow Ji Jue's blood and spiritual quality.

Unfortunately, under the suppression of Non-Aggression, like a small fry overestimating its strength, it quickly lowered its flag and drum.

Finally, as obedient as a chicken.

"Evil-transformed refining? Just this? Just this? Just this?"

Ji Jue sneered, casually throwing the creation into the box welded next to the wheelchair, not caring at all: "Average goods."

After just a few days of trying and practicing, he had already discovered the biggest difference between the evil-transformed refining transformed by Jian Yuan and modern alchemy.

—If modern alchemy is to give soul to dead objects through the four parts of sublimation, extraction, purification, and integration, then the evil-transformed refining that Jian Yuan has collected and formed into a sect is to directly create fierce spirits!

Compared to the newborn little white rabbit, the hungry lion and tiger are definitely more fierce and majestic, and they are definitely more handy and refreshing to use, even if the price is heavy...

Its essence lies in how to artificially induce evil transformation and catalyze deformity!

In Ji Jue's view, this is no different from playing with firecrackers on a manhole cover; the noise is definitely louder than usual, and when it goes, it is definitely faster and more peaceful than usual.

If you are not careful, it is easy to lose control and collapse, and if you are not careful, a ghost jumps out of the furnace, and it is no longer up to the artisan.

After mastering the relevant techniques and theories, it is indeed possible to cross one's own rank and limit, creating creations that exceed one's own limits.

But the problem is, controllability is almost zero.

The work is good work, it's just a bit wasteful of artisans.

If you do it without any preparation, it's just like speeding on an elevated road on a stormy night with the accelerator pressed to the end, don't ask where dad is going, just go, crying is useless, at worst, take you with me!

Therefore, it requires more of the artisan's control, adaptability, and talent.

The incompetent and the waste died out at the entrance, and if they could enter the hall, their own growth rate would skyrocket like a rocket...

Because of this, the more Ji Jue learned, the more damn wrong it felt.

Because he hadn't seen these theories and techniques on anyone else at all!

Du Deng, this piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved, is fine, but Lian Yun is your direct disciple after all, how come he doesn't know even a little bit?

This set of textbooks I'm learning, could it be that you, an old thing, made it up on the spot with a pat on your head!

Not right, ten thousand percent not right!

Ji Jue pondered, soon, lifted his eyes to look at the shadow beside him: "Where's the old man? I want to see the old man!"

The shadow was silent for a moment, soon, raised his hand and pointed to a door behind him.

The door opened, and the corridor appeared.

"Thanks."

Ji Jue turned the wheelchair and went slowly toward the corridor, not caring about the mess behind him.

The whole workshop seems to be constantly changing, even the space behind the same door is different every time he looks at it. This corridor sometimes leads to the material library, sometimes to Ji Jue's floor mat, sometimes to the toilet, and now it has become Jian Yuan's studio.

Even though he didn't know how many times he had walked, he could still feel the gaze and prying from the darkness.

As if every move was in the eyes of countless people.

Snap.

Not far away, a door slowly closed.

A hunched figure nodded and bowed as he backed out, respectfully closing the door for his teacher, with a flattering smile.

Just turning his head, when he saw Ji Jue not far away, the smile froze on his face.

Gradually turning iron-blue, gradually ferocious.

In his pupils, strands of scarlet blood slowly emerged.

Gritting his teeth.

"It's you..."

"Oh my, where in life do we not meet, isn't this Brother Lord Cunling?"

Ji Jue glanced at the hunched and embarrassed appearance, and the puppet growing with flesh and blood on his shoulder, clicking his tongue in wonder: "Haven't seen you for a few days, how come you're so pulled down?"

Bang!

The evil-transformed artisan's face was iron-blue, he kicked over Ji Jue's wheelchair, then grabbed his neck, lifted him from the ground, and smashed him against the wall.

His fingers were like iron pliers, tightening inch by inch.

"Listen, you dog, no matter what method you used to confuse the teacher, your good days won't last long!"

Lord Cunling approached, staring dead at Ji Jue's face, warning him word by word: "One day, you will fall into my hands, and then, it will be time for us to settle the account!"

From the suffocation, Ji Jue opened his mouth, but couldn't breathe, his vision quickly darkening.

Until he had seen enough of Ji Jue's embarrassed appearance, his fingers slowly loosened a gap.

He heard hoarse coughing and gasping, and even, playful mockery.

"Brother, grievances have their heads, debts have their owners, you fell into this state, it wasn't me who harmed you, you have to think about who did it, right?"

Ji Jue gasped, grinning: "If you really have such backbone, why not turn back, kick open that door, and stab that old man to death with a knife, it can be considered rewarding the teacher's kindness and taking revenge?"

Lord Cunling's expression twitched, suppressing his subconscious trembling, furious: "If you dare to say one more word, I will tear you into pieces!"

"Is that so?"

Ji Jue asked curiously: "I feel like I can say a few more words, but you might not be able to... hmm, maybe you're about to die."

From the pitying and sympathetic words, the hand pinching his neck gradually lost its strength.

Trembling uncontrollably, he loosened his hand.

Ji Jue fell to the ground.

He supported his body with the wall and the floor, propped himself up, helped the wheelchair back up, and finally, after a great deal of effort, he finally climbed up.

He broke into a sweat, gasping for breath.

And at this moment, Lord Cunling, who was rolling and struggling on the ground, was already gasping for air, foaming at the mouth, dying, instinctively convulsing and twitching, struggling in vain.

But couldn't break free...

Those two hands pinching his neck!

From behind his own back, that puppet growing out of flesh and blood, at this moment, pinched his neck without warning, quickly closing.

Behind the torn skin gap, viscous blood seeped out, but before it could flow out, it was hungrily sucked by the puppet's hands.

Not just the body, at this moment, half of the flesh and blood, half of the matrix, half of the blessing, and half of the soul in his body instantly became ferocious, hungrily wanting to swallow him completely.

No matter how he appeased it, there was no reaction.

Suffocation, coldness, and futile struggle.

Only a hallucinatory wild laughter sounded, becoming clearer.

Until in the rolling and struggling, he finally saw the smiling face on the wheelchair, and the cold, pitch-black pupils looking down, as if he understood something instantly.

Lord Cunling stared in horror, crawling forward with hands and feet, grabbing Ji Jue's trouser leg, opening his mouth to beg, but couldn't make a sound.

Could only kowtow like a prayer, his forehead hitting the floor again and again, dripping with blood.

Wailing vaguely.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue was expressionless.

Indifferent.

Until he was completely desperate, with no strength left to struggle, he heard a crisp sound.

Ji Jue's fingers tapped on the wheelchair armrest.

Instantly, the puppet's hands pinching his neck finally loosened a gap, cold air rushed into his lungs, bringing life and all the beauty of the world.

Lord Cunling coughed violently, spitting out viscous blood foam, tears and snot flowing.

Already unable to move.

"Look, after having the same experience, you will understand each other's difficulties."

In the dimness, he only saw the wheelchair passing by, and a voice from higher up came to his ears: "We must get along well, Brother Lord Cunling."

Just like that, without stopping, it slowly rolled over him.

Finally, he high-fived the puppet behind him to say goodbye:

"Bye, Bro~"

The puppet grinned, waving enthusiastically, watching him go away.

Watching him disappear at the end of the corridor, it turned back to look at the dying host, and in its eyes, which looked like they were carved from gemstones, malice flowed.

The game continues!

The door was opened in front of Ji Jue.

Behind the door, in the studio, countless parts floated in the air, rising and falling like birds, thousands of them, constantly gathering and separating, surrounding the old figure.

"Why the noise?" Jian Yuan asked without looking back.

"Probably carrying out the tradition of the old leading the new?"

Ji Jue smiled, as if he really thought he didn't know anything, praising sincerely: "Our Profound artisan workplace culture is really great.

Harmonious and friendly, working together... don't you think there's something wrong with it?"

"The Embers are cruel, not pitying the mediocre. The tyranny of Stagnant Rot is even worse than this. You are originally competitors, why waste time on meaningless disguise?

Letting the essence of things manifest in the clearest way is the true essence of the artisan path. If you like to dream, you should seek the Mirror and Heart Pivot."

Jian Yuan flicked his fingers, causing the behemoth aggregated by countless parts to disperse and dissociate again, and after a long time, he turned back indifferently and asked:

"What is it?"

"Here, mission accomplished."

Ji Jue opened the toolbox on the armrest, picked up the evil-transformed work that had just come out of the furnace not long ago, and threw it directly at Jian Yuan.

The sound of breaking through the air exploded.

Immediately, a line of silver light stopped in front of Jian Yuan, revealing its outline and appearance.

A slender handle, a slightly wider but short front end, about the length of an ordinary one-handed sword.

The handle was straight, but the front end was slightly curved, splitting like a claw.

The surface was awash with a ceaseless flow of blood-red; just looking at it made one feel the baleful energy rushing toward them, a chill gripping the heart!

But the more Jian Yuan looked, the tighter his brows furrowed.

"What is this thing?"

"A gift."

Ji Jue said considerately: "I see you've been gnashing your teeth lately, I'm afraid your feet are itchy and it's not good to scratch in front of others, so I specially made you a backscratcher!"

Jian Yuan's expression became more gloomy.

"What is its function?"

"What else can a backscratcher be used for? Of course, to scratch an itch."

Ji Jue explained enthusiastically: "However, Grandmaster, don't look at its plain appearance, there is one point, it is particularly powerful—"

He paused, selling enough suspense, hooking enough appetite:

"—It gets itchier the more you scratch!" ===== CHAPTER 236 =====