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"Village Chief Ma...this...this is simply...the work of a god!"
"It...it really can...turn ordinary people into superhumans?"
"It's more than just becoming an alien!"
Hearing Li Fei's heartfelt exclamation, Ma Xianhong's smile grew even brighter, and the satisfaction of being a creator was greatly enhanced.
"It can also optimize your meridians, purify your Qi, and even... give you entirely new abilities on top of what you already have!"
He raised his hand and pointed to the rows of metal capsules resembling single-person hibernation pods on one side of the furnace, patiently explaining:
"Simply lie down inside, and the body-repairing furnace will automatically scan and analyze each person's different physique to create the most suitable 'transformation' plan for them."
"The twelve people in our village with superior potential all underwent 'self-cultivation' in the Self-Cultivation Furnace before achieving their current strength!"
Li Fei listened with rapt attention, his eyes blazing with an undisguised thirst and greed for power.
He stared intently at the metal cabins, as if he were seeing not cold machines, but a staircase leading to the path of the strong.
"Village chief! Then...then I can do it too..."
Ma Xianhong waved his hand generously, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.
"Now that you are a brother of my Biyou Village, you are naturally entitled to enjoy all of this!"
"After a few days, once your health has recovered, I will personally preside over the 'body cultivation' ceremony for you!"
"Thank you, Village Chief! Thank you, Village Chief!"
Li Fei was incredibly excited. He bowed repeatedly to Ma Xianhong, his gratitude so intense that he seemed to have found his second parents. This greatly enhanced Ma Xianhong's sense of satisfaction, which he felt as if he had found a savior.
However, beneath Li Fei's humble and fanatical exterior, Zhang Yunyuan's mind had already sunk into a bottomless turbulent sea!
The source of this colossal wave was not the visual impact from the outside world, but rather it originated from within itself.
From the moment he stepped into this space and approached the cultivation furnace, the primordial Dao Qi within his body, which had long been in harmony with all the laws of heaven and earth and was perfectly integrated, began to vibrate uncontrollably at an extremely subtle yet incredibly clear frequency.
That's neither rejection nor resonance.
Rather, it is a kind of... vigilance that comes from the deepest part of one's blood, a vigilance that comes from a worthy opponent!
It's an instinctive reaction that only occurs when forces of equal strength meet!
His gaze, seemingly sweeping over every detail of the cultivation furnace with fervor, had in fact already transformed his condensed, almost tangible divine sense into countless invisible threads, silently probing into the interior of the cultivation furnace.
The incredibly complex structure and the exquisite array diagram, in his eyes, which had already surpassed all the master craftsmen of the time, although ingeniously conceived and ingeniously crafted, were still within the scope of "divine craftsmanship" and did not have much of a novelty.
What truly made his heart tremble were those few pieces of jade located at the heart of the furnace, as deep and mysterious as if they were sealing the starry sky!
And the iridescent liquid energy flowing slowly through the crystal pipes!
With the vast memories of the Kunlun Immortal Realm that he obtained from the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley and which had been refined and perfected over decades.
He recognized the origin of the energy fluctuations almost the instant he came into contact with them!
The liquid energy flowing in the pipe, its core energy fluctuations, are from the same source as the "ancient energy" in the disciples of the "Nine Heavens Sect" and "Two Elements Sect" that he captured in Longhu Mountain!
It was a purer, more ancient primordial power, seemingly surpassing all other cultivation techniques of the time!
However, these crystals are extremely unstable, filled with terrifying energy turbulence.
However, its surface is also covered with an extremely thin, yet crucial, dark energy film!
The energy properties of this thin film instantly overlapped with the memories in Zhang Yunyuan's mind—
That aura was from the same source as the withered, lifeless energy he sensed on Chen Duo's wrist!
This thin film acts like a filter, or a buffer, in a way that is almost "sacrificing" itself. While being constantly eroded and annihilated by the violent energy of the core, it also regenerates continuously, painstakingly smoothing and neutralizing the most violent part of the energy, which is why the entire furnace did not explode immediately.
"I see……"
Zhang Yunyuan suddenly understood, and all the clues connected instantly.
“Ma Xianhong summoned her not for any reason whatsoever about ‘education for all’!”
He needed this unique primal power within her, which contained the ultimate destructive and twisted vitality, to serve as a 'stabilizer' and 'stabilizer' for this evil furnace!
The furnace was constantly draining her power, which was why the signs of her decay were so obvious… It was practically trading her life for the furnace's stability!
Chapter 208 Temporary Workers, Assemble!
The company headquarters, in a heavily guarded conference room.
The atmosphere was as heavy as solidified lead.
On the huge projection screen, several blurry videos of Biyou Village, captured by drones at great risk, are playing on a loop.
The bizarrely shaped magical artifacts and puppets, along with the villagers' almost fanatical smiles of satisfaction, create a highly incongruous and eerie scene.
Zhao Fangxu stood in front of the screen, his hands resting on the conference table, his gaze behind his glasses sharp as a knife.
"Gentlemen, the situation is out of control."
His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the conference room and resonated in the hearts of every senior executive present.
"According to the latest intelligence, Biyou Village Chief Ma Xianhong is the great-grandson of Ma Benzai, the creator of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, and also the second-generation successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques."
He's using his "divine skills" to do two things that cross the line.
He picked up a laser pointer and pointed it at a technologically enlarged photograph on the screen. The photograph showed a group of strange people with empty eyes but an unusually powerful aura.
"First, he took in a large number of criminals and exiles from society without screening, including many sorcerers of the Quanxing sect."
These people are being integrated and armed by him through some means, forming a highly destructive illegal armed group.
Zhao Fangxu paused, then switched to the next slide, which was a screenshot of an extremely complex array diagram that seemed to contain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.
"Secondly, and most fatally, he possesses the 'Cultivation Furnace' technology, which can transform ordinary people into superhumans."
This action severely violates the highest principle for maintaining social stability established by the company and various sects since the Jia Shen Rebellion—the 'red line for the number of extraordinary individuals'.
The moment the words "population red line" were uttered, the temperature in the meeting room seemed to drop several degrees.
Those present were all core members of the company's board of directors, and they understood better than anyone the blood and tears behind those four words.
"Once this technology spreads, this seemingly peaceful land beneath our feet will once again fall into an abyss that is more chaotic and bloody than the Jia Shen Rebellion."
At that time, the existing world order will be completely destroyed.
Zhao Fangxu's voice was firm and decisive, devoid of any emotion.
"Therefore, the board of directors resolved to completely eliminate Biyou Village, arrest the main culprit Ma Xianhong, and recover all dangerous magical artifacts."
If necessary, kill on the spot.
These words, like a heavy hammer, tolled the final death knell for Biyou Village. The company has only one goal—order.
Orders were issued layer by layer, and a tight net was quietly cast over Biyou Village.
Hours later, on the border of Guizhou and Guizhou, in a desolate mountainous area.
The night was as dark as ink, and even the moonlight was swallowed up by the thick clouds.
An unassuming off-road vehicle bumped along the rugged mountain road for a long time before finally coming to a stop outside a dense forest.
The car door opened, and Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao jumped out of the car.
Zhang Chulan looked up at the dark, seemingly all-consuming mountain in front of him and couldn't help but shudder.
He rubbed his arms, pulled a specially encrypted satellite phone from his pocket, sneaked aside, lowered his voice, and dialed a number he knew by heart.
The moment the call connected, his face, which always carried a hint of calculation, immediately fell apart, and his voice became tearful, like a three-year-old child whose lollipop had been snatched away.
"Young Master! Help!"
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yunyuan, who was sitting cross-legged in a secluded corner of Biyou Village after visiting the body-cultivation furnace, slowly opened his eyes.
"The company sent us to tackle the tough challenge of Biyou Village, and Sister Bao'er is here too. I really have no confidence at all!"
I've heard that this village chief, Ma Xianhong, is incredibly wicked; he can turn people into superhumans, like magic!
Zhang Yunyuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"...Nonsense!"
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable authority: "You must withdraw immediately. This is not something you can interfere with."
"We can't retreat, young master!"
Zhang Chulan's voice was practically dripping with emotion, "It's an order personally given by President Zhao, a supreme resolution from the board of directors!"
Our Northern Region is responsible for preliminary reconnaissance and infiltration. Our main objective is to bring back a defector temporary worker named Chen Duo, and then, in coordination with the main force, eliminate Biyou Village and capture Ma Xianhong.
Upon hearing the words "Chen Duo" and "eliminate Biyou Village," Zhang Yunyuan's gaze sharpened.
"……I see."
He paused for a moment, then his tone returned to calm, "Stay where you are. Do not make any rash moves without my signal."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Zhang Chulan held the busy signal phone, stunned for a long time, before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
Now that the junior advisor knows, the matter is half settled.
Just as he put away his phone, Feng Baobao, who was standing next to him, suddenly tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the depths of the dense forest.
Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine. He looked in the direction she pointed and saw several blurry figures that had appeared in the shadows of the forest. They had different auras, but without exception, they all carried a sense of oppressive pressure that made people's hearts tremble.
The two exchanged a glance and walked towards the dense forest.
The atmosphere in the forest clearing was eerily frozen.
Several figures stood or sat, maintaining a wary distance from each other, silent yet seemingly exchanging a silent battle of wits.
A man dressed in a monk's robe and wearing gold-rimmed glasses was leaning against a large tree, his hands clasped together, and a gentle smile on his face.
But the occasional glimpse of crimson beneath the lenses sent chills down one's spine.
It was Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker in the Ludong region.
Not far away, a burly man with a towering build and bulging muscles leaned against another tree with his arms crossed, looking like a silent stone.
Temporary worker in the Central China region, black pipe.
A somewhat slovenly-looking young man, wearing a floral shirt and with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, was squatting on the ground, idly fiddling with an ant.