One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Little Ma..."

"Although I hate to admit it, you really are a prodigy."

"Divine craftsmanship refined a hundred times... its reputation is well-deserved."

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the complex furnace and exclaimed:

"To be able to master weapon crafting to this extent, to be able to think of using such mechanical means to simulate the meridians and dantian circulation in the human body..."

"With this imagination and this skill, even in an era full of masters, you would definitely be considered a top figure."

Hearing Zhang Tianyi's praise, a hint of joy flashed in Ma Xianhong's eyes: "Then the real person agrees..."

"Stop."

Zhang Tianyi raised his hand, palm facing outward, making a stop gesture.

The smile was still on his face, but his purple eyes now held a chilling coldness that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

"Appreciation is one thing, but appreciation is another."

"But as for joining... let's skip that."

"Why?!"

Ma Xianhong grew anxious. "Does the Master also think, like those pedantic people, that I am going against the will of Heaven?"

"unbelievable?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled, walked up to Ma Xianhong, and gently poked Ma Xianhong's chest with a finger:

"Little Ma, you've got something wrong."

"This isn't defying the heavens, this is... utterly ignorant of one's own limitations."

Zhang Tianyi retracted his fingers, put his hands in his pockets, and his tone became lazy yet domineering:

"Everyone can be a dragon? That sounds exciting and thrilling."

"But have you ever considered that if the whole world were inhabited by dragons, would this land... still be enough for all those dragons to wreak havoc?"

"The reason why the world of supernatural beings has that population red line, why there are companies, the Ten Elders, and even our Dragon Tiger Mountain..."

"It's all to keep these overly energetic superhumans in check and prevent them from tearing the world apart!"

Zhang Tianyi leaned forward slightly, and the oppressive aura of a veteran powerhouse instantly enveloped Ma Xianhong:

"You want to mass-produce superhumans now?"

Do you think you can control them?

"Or perhaps..."

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Zhang Tianyi's lips:

"You think you're more powerful than the company? More influential than the Ten Elders?"

"Even...more awesome than me, Daoist Master?"

Ma Xianhong's face stiffened, and he opened his mouth, only to find that he could not refute it.

"Wear underwear the size of your ass."

Zhang Tianyi patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder and said earnestly:

“You’re talented, that’s good. But on this matter of principle… you’re playing with fire.”

"If this fire starts, the first one to be burned to death will be yourself."

After saying that, Zhang Tianyi ignored Ma Xianhong, whose face was pale.

He turned around and looked again at the slowly turning cultivation furnace.

Just now, when he approached the furnace, the long-dormant innate lightning essence within his body actually produced an extremely subtle sensation.

It's not about the stove itself.

Rather, it's something deep within the core of this furnace.

Zhang Tianyi narrowed his eyes, and his mental net silently spread out, like a fine net, penetrating into the interior of the body-cultivation furnace.

At its core.

He sensed an... extremely peculiar aura.

That aura did not belong to the conventional innate Qi.

This feeling...

In Zhang Tianyi's mind, a similar aura flashed through his mind when he forcibly tore apart that "little sun" in the inner realm!

Although very faint, they share the same origin!

"Red hands cultivate the body... Blue hands cultivate the soul..."

Zhao Fangxu's words echoed in his ears.

Zhang Tianyi suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Ma Xianhong.

This time, his eyes no longer held any mockery, but only the sharpness of a hunter spotting his prey.

"Little Horse."

Zhang Tianyi's voice was soft, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present:

"Master Dao, I suddenly have a question I'd like to ask you."

Ma Xianhong hadn't recovered from the shock he'd just received, and instinctively asked, "What?"

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the core of the cultivation furnace and asked, word by word:

"The core of this furnace..."

"Or rather, the person who helped you complete this final, core technology step..."

"Is it related to... having two hands?"

boom!

These three words were uttered.

Ma Xianhong's pupils instantly contracted violently to the size of pinpoints!

His body, which had been somewhat dejected because his ideas had been refuted, tensed up instantly.

"A real person..."

Ma Xianhong's voice became dry and wary, even carrying a hint of hostility:

"What...are you saying?"

"I don't understand."

Looking at Ma Xianhong's expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zhang Tianyi smiled.

His smile was extremely bright, extremely... malicious.

Chapter 81 What's wrong with sitting at the children's table? It's called having a childlike heart!

The atmosphere was tense inside the huge factory building where the body-refining furnace was located.

Ma Xianhong's muscles had already subtly tensed up.

The string of magical beads around his neck faintly emitted a red glow, ready to face any possible thunderous strike.

He knew very well that the seemingly carefree young Taoist priest in front of him possessed extraordinary strength.

However, the expected attack did not come.

"Pfft."

Zhang Tianyi suddenly laughed.

He looked at Ma Xianhong, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and shook his head helplessly.

He then reached out and gently patted Ma Xianhong's stiff shoulder.

"Alright, Little Ma."

Zhang Tianyi's voice had a lazy, casual quality to it:

"Take control of your Qi, don't act like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end."

"If I really wanted to harm you, do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?"

Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment. Although he did not completely let his guard down, the murderous intent that had been overwhelming him had indeed disappeared.

"Master... what exactly do you mean?" Ma Xianhong asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Tianyi turned around, leaning against the cold body-cultivating furnace, and put a lollipop in his mouth from his pocket.

"The meaning is very simple."

Zhang Tianyi, with a candy in her mouth, spoke somewhat unclearly, yet was exceptionally candid:

"I have no interest in your broken furnace, nor do I have any opinion on your so-called new 'section'."

"As for the so-called Eight Extraordinary Skills..."

Zhang Tianyi scoffed, a hint of undisguised disdain flashing in his eyes:

"In other people's eyes, that is a means to reach the heavens, a treasure that must be fought for."

"But in my eyes, it's a whole bunch of trouble."

"I have thunder magic and golden light spells, that's enough for me to walk sideways. I understand the principle of not biting off more than I can chew better than anyone else."

At this point, Zhang Tianyi's expression became slightly more serious.

He looked into Ma Xianhong's eyes through his sunglasses and said slowly:

"I sought out a pair of skilled hands, for no other reason than..."

"It's all because of my third junior brother, Tian Jinzhong."