One person: Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei, who has mastered the Golden Light Mantra to its fullest lev

Inside the secret room, Ma Xianhong stared intently at Jin Yangzi, whose expression remained calm. His eyes were bloodshot.

He had just glimpsed the terrifying truth that the "Cultivation Furnace" would eventually brand the transformed person with a soul mark, turning them into a celestial soldier, and the other party's cold intention to regard Chen Duo as "high-quality material."

All his ideals and passion were utterly trampled upon at this moment, turning into endless anger and a sense of betrayal.

Jin Yangzi slowly put down his teacup, looked up at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only a condescending indifference:

"A lie? Village Chief Ma, cooperation is always about each party getting what they need."

We provided the technology and resources, you realized your dream of creation, and found a better home for the 'new blood' you selected. How is that deception?

A better place to belong?!

Turn them into celestial soldiers without any sense of self?!

Are they treating Chen Duo like a consumable item?!

This is the 'Great Harmony' you promised?!

With a roar, Ma Xianhong unleashed his inner energy!

He wasn't a reckless person, but his extreme anger led him to choose the most direct method—taking action!

He knew his opponent was unfathomable, so he went all out from the start!

With a flick of his wrists at his waist!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

In an instant, three palm-sized, swallow-shaped "black swallows" with edges flashing with high-frequency vibrations of cold light transformed into three black lines tearing through the air, aiming directly at Jin Yangzi's upper, middle, and lower vital points from extremely tricky angles!

This is a deadly weapon he created by combining divine craftsmanship with modern aerodynamics. It is extremely fast and is designed to break through protective qi!

Unfortunately, limited by the Divine Refinement Technique, this Black Swallow is merely a Profound-grade magic artifact.

In Jin Yangzi's eyes, it was not enough at all!

Faced with this sudden and deadly attack, Jin Yangzi didn't even flinch.

His right hand still held the teacup, while his left hand was raised seemingly casually, fingers spread, as if making a loose grasp on the three "black swallows" that had already attacked his face.

A pale golden bead, no bigger than a fingernail, perfectly round, with what appeared to be nebula-like swirling inside, appeared out of thin air in front of his palm.

The three "Black Swallows," powerful enough to cut through iron like mud and shatter armor, crashed into an invisible yet insurmountable barrier just as they entered the space three feet in front of Jin Yangzi!

The sharp, high-frequency vibrating energy around them dissipated and disintegrated silently the moment it came into contact with that pale golden force field, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun!

Immediately afterwards, the pale gold bead spun slightly.

Ma Xianhong felt a violent shock to his mind. The spiritual connection between him and the three "Black Swallows" was forcibly severed by a more domineering and purer force!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

With three soft sounds, the three magical artifacts, painstakingly crafted, seemed to have lost all their spirituality, turning into three pieces of ordinary iron, and fell helplessly onto the bluestone ground in front of Jin Yangzi's feet.

It was as if an absolute "domain" existed around him, and all external energy and attacks were completely neutralized and nullified by the force field of that small bead.

Ma Xianhong stood frozen in place, his whole body ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He looked at the three pieces of scrap metal on the ground, then at the golden bead in Jin Yangzi's palm that was slowly rotating and exuding an aura of despair. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness instantly overwhelmed him.

His strongest attack ended before the opponent even moved an inch?

Jin Yangzi then slowly lowered his left hand, and the golden bead disappeared as well.

He lowered his head, took a small sip of tea, and spoke in an infuriatingly calm tone:

"Village Chief Ma, I must remind you that the Divine Refinement Technique that you and your family are so proud of is nothing more than a fragment of the Immortal Refinement Sect's ultimate technique, the Immortal Pivot Creation Technique."

"To have refined ordinary iron to this extent in such a barren place is truly remarkable."

He raised his eyes, his gaze as if he were looking at a flawed work of art:

"But that's all."

You have no idea what true 'weapon forging' is.

The creations you are so proud of are, in our eyes, nothing more than crude toys played with by children.

He put down his teacup, his voice cold and cruel, shattering Ma Xianhong's last shred of pride:

"Recognize reality."

You are just a craftsman; your value lies in the fact that your hands can still create useful tools for us.

Put away your childish anger and ideals, and continue to refine the 'self-cultivation furnace'.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind hiring a more obedient and efficient craftsman.

After saying that, he didn't look at the distraught Ma Xianhong again. His figure flickered slightly and disappeared into the secret room like a phantom.

Only Ma Xianhong was left, slumped on the ground, panting heavily, staring at the three pieces of "black swallow" that had become scrap metal on the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

At this moment, not only were his ideals shattered, but even his pride as a "genius weapon refiner" was crushed by the opponent's absolute technical strength.

He watched as Jin Yangzi stood up again, turned around, and continued fiddling with the glass containers, as if nothing had happened. All the anger in his eyes vanished in that instant.

Instead, there was a bottomless, chilling, and deathly silence.

He didn't say another word.

He slowly got up from the ground and straightened his disheveled clothes.

Then, he turned around and walked out of the secret room that made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

His back remained straight.

But that burning heart that belonged to an idealist had died completely at this moment.

Instead, there was a cold, vengeful heart filled with hatred and ruthlessness.

He's going to destroy it.

Destroy this demonic furnace that he created with his own hands, yet is stained with lies and sins!

Chapter 217 Old Meng's Infiltration, the Establishment of the Intelligence Network

The nights in Biyou Village are peaceful and serene.

The croaking of frogs on the ridges and the chirping of insects in the grass intertwine to create a natural lullaby.

However, beneath this seemingly isolated pastoral idyll, an invisible, gigantic net, composed of hundreds of millions of lives, is quietly unfolding.

On the south side of the village, in an inconspicuous farmhouse courtyard.

Old Meng, disguised as an injured veterinarian, was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

He didn't practice breathing exercises or visualize anything; he simply closed his eyes and breathed deeply, as if he had completely merged with the world around him.

At this moment, his mind had already sunk into a microscopic world that ordinary people could not imagine.

In his perception, he was no longer "Old Meng," he was this land, this air, this flowing water.

He could "hear" that on a single grain of dust, tens of thousands of bacteria were carrying out their tiny yet grand life cycle.

He could "see" that within the veins of a leaf, a virus was waging a silent war against cells.

He could even "smell" the unique "odor" produced by the metabolism of different microbial communities in a drop of dew.

This is Lao Meng's special ability: "Biologist".

A terrifying ability that has long surpassed the scope of ordinary animal trainers.

He can not only communicate with birds and beasts, but also perceive, guide, and even influence the life activities of ubiquitous microorganisms to a certain extent.

Just then, an encrypted command was transmitted directly into his mind through a specially made miniature communicator hidden in his hair.

The instructions are simple, with only two core tasks.

First, using their own abilities, they constructed a "biological monitoring network" that could not be detected by any esoteric arts or technological means, to accurately locate the key figure, Chen Duo, who was afflicted by the Gu poison.

Second, while ensuring your own safety, find the best opportunity to make safe contact with Chen Duo. Preliminary assessment suggests the primal toxin within her may be related to the core energy of the furnace; be wary of her resorting to desperate measures.

The instruction ended with four cold words.

"Aware, proceed according to plan."

The sender is Li Fei.

Old Meng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his mind completely sinking into that microscopic world.

His divine thoughts transformed into countless invisible threads, spreading silently throughout the entire Biyou Village along with the wind, the water, and the cracks in the soil.

At the village entrance, two guards on night patrol suddenly felt a sharp, churning pain in their stomachs.

"Ouch... I need to go to the outhouse!"

One of them clutched his stomach, his face turning green. Before he could finish speaking, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the toilet in the distance.

Seeing this, the other person was about to make a few sarcastic remarks when a familiar "gurgling" sound came from his own stomach.

His expression changed, and he clutched his stomach as he chased after them.

Unbeknownst to them, just moments before, the pot of well water they had drunk contained several originally harmless strains of E. coli that, under the "guidance" of Old Meng's invisible divine will, underwent extremely subtle yet potentially fatal metabolic mutations.

On the west side of the village, a surveillance device hidden in the shadows, crafted by a divine machine, suddenly had a thick layer of water vapor condense on its lens, blurring the originally clear image.

The villagers in charge of monitoring grumbled and wiped for a long time, only to find that the moisture was like it had grown on the lens and they couldn't wipe it off no matter what they did, so they had no choice but to give up in the end.

He was also unaware that this was not a random physical phenomenon, but rather that Lao Meng had "convinced" billions of hygrophilic bacteria in the air to collectively hold a grand "party" on that small crystal lens.

One after another, seemingly insignificant "accidents" quietly unfolded in every corner of Biyou Village.

A guard inexplicably sneezed, the core runes of a mechanical puppet temporarily malfunctioned due to a short circuit for unknown reasons, and a seemingly hidden sentry post was thrown into chaos by a swarm of moths that suddenly went berserk.

These "accidents" were so minor, so scattered, and so "reasonable" that they didn't alert anyone at all.

Old Meng, through these "accidents" he created himself, was like a master chess player, silently filling the entire chessboard with his pieces.

By analyzing subtle changes in microbial communities in different regions, he constructed a "biological map" that is more accurate than any radar.

He could clearly "see" that the air there still retained Jin Yangzi's unique microbial "signature," which carried a hint of the celestial realm.

He could clearly "smell" the soil there, which was tainted with the unique, domineering, and pure "scent" of the primal poison emanating from Chen Duo.

He could even determine whether a place was a toilet or the residence of an important person by sensing the abnormal activity of the bacterial population responsible for decomposing excrement in a certain area.