They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 356 Divine Craftsmanship
"Give it to Lü Liang's team and tell them that I need to see results as soon as possible."

After playing with it for a while, Zhuge Qing handed over the core of the Body Cultivation Furnace to the team that was researching Lü Liang.

The team's ultimate goal is to thoroughly analyze the "double-handed" technique.

With this furnace core, which combines the skills of divine craftsmanship and dual-wielding, the process is undoubtedly accelerated significantly.

With it, the study of ambidextrous hands will no longer be like the blind men and the elephant, but will have a reference.

"Yes."

The assistant took the turntable, turned around, and quickly left.

After finishing this task, Zhuge Qing did not linger in the same spot.

He passed through several heavy alloy gates and came to a separate observation room, looking into the ward through a thick one-way glass.

Ma Xianhong lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was not at peace even in his sleep.

He had special restraint rings fastened to his wrists and ankles to prevent any accidents from happening.

A researcher in a white coat walked over and handed Zhuge Qing a brain CT scan report.

"Mr. Zhuge, look here."

“We initially thought it was a malignant tumor, but after in-depth scanning and analysis, we found that its internal structure was… extremely strange.”

He pointed to the three-dimensional diagram of the brain on the screen, noting that in a specific area, there was a tiny shadow emitting an unusual energy signal.
The image on the screen was magnified, and the internal details of the shadow were clearly revealed.

That wasn't diseased tissue at all, but a miniature, complete, and self-functioning living system.

With its dantian, meridians, and internal organs, it is, in a sense, a complete and miniature human body.

"It's like an independent life parasitizing the brain."

"It absorbs the primordial Qi and then transforms it into a special kind of fluctuation that directly affects the host's memory center."

The researcher's voice was filled with disbelief. As a disciple of the renowned physician Wang Zizhong, he was a celebrity in the medical field, but he had never seen anything like this before.

Zhuge Qing's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment, his expression calm.

This is similar to his initial judgment, since in the original work Qu Tong manufactured the core of the Body Cultivation Furnace through production.

"However, it is very weak now."

"It seems that the supply of primordial Qi is lacking, and the internal energy cycle is on the verge of collapse. It is precisely because of this that we have the opportunity to take it out."

The researcher continued, saying that as living beings, survival is naturally their top priority.

Therefore, they dared not act rashly before this, after all, this thing was in their heads.

Zhuge Qing certainly knew the reason. It was the Samadhi True Fire he had left inside Ma Xianhong's body.

Although weak, the Samadhi Fire, according to its properties, was enough to burn away the "food" that this alien creation depended on for survival before it could be absorbed.

"Prepare for surgery."

Zhuge Qing said calmly.

"Operation?"

The researcher was taken aback.
“Mr. Zhuge, this thing is deeply entangled with the brain’s nervous system. The success rate of conventional physical surgery is almost zero. The risk is too great.”

"Don't worry, it's not that complicated..."

As Zhuge Qing spoke, he pushed open the door to the observation room.

"This……"

The researcher hesitated for a moment, but followed anyway.

Inside the room, Ma Xianhong was still lying on the hospital bed, but had been moved to the center of the room.

Zhuge Qing did not change into any sterile clothing. He simply stood quietly by the bed, his hands slowly tracing patterns in the air. Streams of invisible Qi flowed from his fingertips, quickly outlining an intricate Qimen formation on the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room.

When the last stroke was made, the air in the entire room seemed to become thick and sticky.

Zhuge Qing's eyes gleamed with golden light. Under his "observation method," all the information about the tiny life form inside Ma Xianhong's skull was clearly analyzed.

The next moment, a huge, blurry phantom appeared behind him, wearing a feather fan and a silk turban; it was none other than the deity, Marquis Wu.

The phantom's eyes were like two cold stars, containing immense computational power capable of deducing the birth and death of the universe.

"rise."

Zhuge Qing uttered only one word.

He extended his right hand, spread his five fingers, and made a loose fist towards Ma Xianhong's forehead.

There were no wounds, and not a drop of blood flowed.

However, with the intervention of the Qimen Dunjia divination system and the precise calculations of the Wuhou deity, the "rules" of reality were temporarily rewritten.

The tiny life form hidden deep beneath the cerebral cortex was "stripped" from the material world by an invisible force, causing ripples in the space around it, as if it had been forcibly pried out of the three-dimensional world by an unseen hand.

Ma Xianhong's body trembled violently, and he let out a painful groan.

He remembered, he remembered everything. He didn't have a sister, he never had a sister named Qu Tong.

That woman was nothing more than a demon who wrapped him in layers of false tenderness and used him as a tool.

"what--!"

A long-suppressed roar burst forth from the depths of his throat, a catharsis of pain and a cry of rebirth.

Zhuge Qing slowly withdrew his hand. In his palm, a faintly glowing, wriggling thing was rapidly losing its vitality, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

……

When they met again, Ma Xianhong had changed into clean clothes. Although he still looked haggard, the confusion and madness in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a calmness that came after surviving a disaster.

"Thank you."

He bowed deeply to Zhuge Qing.

This bow came from the bottom of my heart.

"No need."

Zhuge Qing accepted it calmly.
"Let's talk about your plans first."

"I want to join you. I can hand over the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements. But I have two conditions."

Ma Xianhong remained silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Zhuge Qing with a firm gaze.

"Speak." "First, the villagers of Biyou Village, most of them are ordinary people who have nowhere else to turn, and we hope... we can give them a proper resettlement."

"Yes. They will be investigated, and for those without a criminal record, the Bureau of Extrajudicial Affairs will be responsible for arranging their subsequent lives."

Zhuge Qing nodded.

"second,"

Ma Xianhong's voice was somewhat hoarse.

“My family… my father, my mother, and my grandfather, please protect them. As for Qu Tong’s methods…”

"Your family is safe."

Zhuge Qing interrupted him, "After you were taken into custody, Qu Tong immediately sent people to contact them, but they were all stopped by our people. They have now been moved to a completely safe place."

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong's tense body finally relaxed.

……

A few days later, in the underground engineering department of the headquarters of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, Ma Xianhong saw his future workplace for the first time.

When the complete design drawings for the "Armor" series were displayed in front of him as a holographic projection, this self-important successor of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements was utterly shocked.

"Genius... This is simply a genius design... This line of thinking, this concept..."

His fingers trembled as he traced the intricate structural diagrams in the air, his eyes filled with fascination, and he kept muttering to himself.

No weapon refiner can resist such a thing; this is the truth, and it is also the future.

"Who...who designed this? This concept has completely surpassed the weapon-forging techniques of this era..."

Ma Xianhong suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhuge Qing beside him, and asked incredulously.

"I……"

Zhuge Qing smiled but didn't explain further, as the matter was quite complicated to explain.

Simply put, this is a simplified version of the Ares Armor, combining the characteristics of the innate Qi of this world with weapon-forging techniques.

It's far inferior to the original armor. After all, Ares in the armor world has an interstellar spaceship like the Afas and is equipped with a planet-destroying cannon.

However, against this backdrop, the strongest weapon in the Milky Way is the Asura Armor, which speaks volumes about its value.

Upon hearing this, Ma Xianhong gasped, but recalling the past rumors about Zhuge Qing, he felt it was only natural.

"Your next task is to use the Divine Refinement Technique to find a way to mass-produce these armors."

Zhuge Qing pointed to the blueprints and said to Ma Xianhong.

Ma Xianhong immediately calmed down. After all, he was a master of weapon crafting, and he quickly got into work mode.

He carefully studied the manufacturing process of each part, his brows gradually furrowing.

"The design concept of this armor is very ingenious. It breaks down an extremely complex whole into countless simple modules that can be forged independently."

Each component is not difficult to forge; a qualified weapon refiner can master it after training.

The problem lies in the quantity; a complete suit of armor requires tens of thousands of such standard parts.

The sheer scale of this project is terrifying. At this rate, even dozens of weapon refiners would need several years to barely arm a small squad of a few dozen people.

Ma Xianhong paused for a moment before continuing:

"The characteristic of Divine Refinement is that it simplifies the refining process and shortens the time for material transformation and refining."

However, the design of these parts is already simplified enough, leaving almost no room for further optimization in the process.

Even if I come in person, it won't be much faster.

"To achieve mass production, you'd need thousands upon thousands of weapon refiners."

Ma Xianhong shook his head. That was impossible unless they first developed the Body Refining Furnace and then used it as a basis to mass-produce weapon refiners.

Because these individual parts are quite simple, beginners should be able to get the hang of it with a little training.

"Who says this kind of thing has to be done by a human?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing's lips curled into a mysterious smile.

“These tedious and repetitive tasks can be assigned to them.”

The direction he was pointing was towards a row of dolls standing quietly in the corner.

Ma Xianhong looked in the direction he was pointing, and his eyes froze.

That was one of his proudest works, the doll "Ru Hua".

"You mean... Ru Hua?"

Ma Xianhong was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes."

"This is impossible."

Ma Xianhong shook his head, categorically denying it.

"Although the Ruhua series has a complete meridian system, the high-end models can even simulate some of the methods of the superior root system."

But that was just a pre-set attack pattern. They only had the most basic logical judgment ability and no real intelligence or consciousness.

The most crucial element in weapon crafting is 'spirit,' something machines cannot replace.

"What if they had 'gods'?"

Zhuge Qing countered with a question.

As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to Ma Xianhong.

It was a small jade ball, no bigger than a thumb, with a warm and smooth surface and a soft glow.

Ma Xianhong took it and felt that it was slightly cool to the touch.

"This is?"

Ma Xianhong was puzzled. He could sense the spirituality contained within it. Could it be a creation of some rare witchcraft?

"Artificial souls..."

(End of this chapter)