The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Qian Hua was still holding a piece of material that was being polished in his hand.

He didn't turn around immediately, nor did he adopt any defensive posture, and he didn't even disrupt his breathing rhythm.

He was waiting for San Shi's next move.

But after waiting for a while, San Shi still didn't dare to actually make a move.

Qian Hua turned around with a smile, but his eyes were devoid of any warmth.

With a faint smile, she spoke without any hesitation: "Friendly reminder, even if I die, I can be resurrected, but when I am resurrected, it will be your death day."

San Shi's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed under his breath: "I almost forgot about that."

These guys are all unkillable; even if they die, they can resurrect...

Even if he could actually smash Qian Hua's head in an instant despite the soul restriction, so what?

Once the other party is resurrected, the soul imprint will still be in his mind, and he won't even know how he died!

Cold sweat instantly soaked through San Shi's newborn back.

But he was also a monster who had rolled out of the mire of flesh and blood. The remnants of the power of lies not only changed his strength, but also made his ability to disguise himself reach a kind of morbid instinct.

The contortion and stiffness on his face lasted only half a second.

San Shi immediately withdrew that deadly pressure, his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, opened up, and his expression showed no murderous intent at all. Instead, he put on an extremely exaggerated, even somewhat comical, smile.

"Master, I was just joking with you. Look at you, you actually took it seriously."

As they were talking, San Shi turned sideways and glided behind Qian Hua with extremely light steps.

His massive body was deliberately hunched over, and his hands rested naturally on Qian Hua's shoulders with precise control as he began to massage him in a flattering manner.

Gently press your fingers on Qian Hua's neck and shoulder muscles.

Qian Hua let him hold him down, feeling the force that could crush his cervical spine at any moment now obediently trying to please him.

When the massage felt good, he even squinted his eyes, as if everything was calm and breezy: "You better really just be joking."

San Shi's massage fingers paused slightly, then immediately resumed their rhythm.

"Absolutely!" San Shi pounded his chest loudly. "Don't you know me?"

"I am your most loyal servant. Even if you gave me a hundred lives, I wouldn't dare!"

"Besides, I'm not the kind of ungrateful wretch. After all, I owe this opportunity entirely to my master!"

While he was shouting cheerfully, San Shi felt a chill in his heart.

He cursed wildly in his heart.

Quasi-King level! He is now a quasi-King level! Even in the Netherworld Heaven, he would be enough to establish a regional power and make countless forces bow down and submit.

But now?

His life was firmly in Qian Hua's hands; if the other party wanted him dead, it would only take a single thought.

As long as that soul imprint remains, he will forever be nothing more than the other party's dog.

How could he possibly be happy under such circumstances?

The power of lies can not only deceive others, but also deceive oneself; however, it cannot deceive the dead end hanging in one's mind.

Qian Hua pretended not to know anything.

He didn't even have the interest to expose the other person's poor acting skills.

Whether San Shi truly submitted or harbored murderous intent was completely irrelevant to him.

Tools are good as long as they work. Even a tool that is used with murderous intent is a good tool if it is easy to use.

Listening to too much nonsense is a waste of time.

Qian Hua took a step forward, causing San Shi's hand to miss its target.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense." Qian Hua didn't even turn his head, his voice cold. "Since you've received favors from me, you should do things for me."

After saying that, Qian Hua walked directly to the giant forging table in the center of the workshop.

San Shi survived and broke through to the Quasi-King level, which means that the most perfect energy source and spiritual power testing carrier are in place.

Qian Hua doesn't want to waste any more time now.

During the previous five-day waiting period, he was not idle. He used the high-intensity energy field emitted by the three stones to analyze the mental resistance of the two kinds of top-grade minerals. Now the theoretical model has been completely derived, and all that is left is the practical application.

Combining spiritual power with source weapons is a crazy theory that few people in the entire forging industry dare to think of.

Conventional source soldiers simply transmit and amplify energy.

But spiritual power is ethereal and elusive; it is an extension of the soul. To solidify this active substance within cold metal is as difficult as stuffing air into a solid block of iron.

Qian Hua walked to the forging table and activated his mental power.

The energy-concentrating array at the bottom began to operate, and a ghostly blue flame rose into the air.

On the left side of the workbench were the two pieces of top-grade ore that he had repeatedly cleansed with his mental power.

One piece has a dull, matte finish that seems to absorb light; the other is a translucent crystal that appears to have liquid flowing inside.

"To solidify spiritual power, a special spiritual power labyrinth, or rather, a spiritual power container, must be created on a material level." Qian Hua rapidly retrieved the massive data stream fed back by the intelligent authority in his mind.

He turned to look at San Shi, who was still standing there dumbfounded, his face still full of fawning.

"come over."

San Shi didn't dare to delay and immediately ran over: "Master, what are your orders?"

"Stretch out your hand." Qian Hua didn't even look up.

San Shi had just reached the forging table when his fake smile froze for a moment: "Master, what are you going to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver light had already sliced ​​through his wrist.

The thin, cicada-wing-like threads of spiritual energy couldn't even withstand the defenses of a quasi-king level.

Dark red blood gushed out instantly, even carrying a scalding temperature, and made a faint "sizzling" sound the moment it came into contact with the air.

"Holy shit!" San Shi cursed inwardly, instinctively wanting to pull his hand back, but he forced himself to.

The oppressive feeling of the soul imprint made him afraid to move, and he could only watch helplessly as Qian Hua used a ball of spiritual power to envelop the blood he sprayed out, suspending it in mid-air.

This drop of blood is too heavy.

Even supported by mental energy, it was still slowly falling, emanating a violent, chaotic, yet extremely large energy fluctuation.

Qian Hua closed his eyes.

The power of wisdom roared in his mind in an instant, and a massive data stream began to forcibly analyze the material composition of this drop of blood.

『Active factor concentration, energy conductivity, and mental rejection response』

A few seconds later, Qian Hua opened his eyes, a hint of almost cruel satisfaction in them.

"One hundred times."

After breaking through to the Quasi-King level, the energy concentration in San Shi's blood increased a hundredfold.

And this is only the most conservative estimate!

Those volatile factors not only did not become obstacles, but instead formed a peculiar stable state at such extreme concentrations.

This was the perfect medium he had been searching for in vain.

Ordinary coolant or high-level source beast blood will instantly collapse upon contact with violent mental energy.

But San Shi's blood is different; his quasi-king level status is enough to serve as a buffer zone for that mental labyrinth!