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After obtaining the Origin of Qi Flow from Zhang Chulan, George did not leave the village. Instead, he instantly teleported to the largest h
After obtaining the Origin of Qi Flow from Zhang Chulan, George did not leave the village. Instead, he instantly teleported to the largest house behind the village.
Having read Zhang Chulan's mories, he now understood the purpose of coming to Biyou Village, as well as the existence of the New Intercept Sect and its leader, Ma Xianhong.
He had no interest in the Furnace of Self-Cultivation that could turn ordinary people into strangers. With the inheritance of Ziyang Zhenren, his thod of transforming mortals into strangers was far superior to the furnace.
Just walking through the Twenty-Four Passages of the Tongtian Valley once was enough for even a monkey to achieve Qi Transformation, with no risks and no difficulty.
By contrast, the furnace required powerful strangers as assistants, was not guaranteed to succeed each ti, and the process was extrely painful, demanding imnse willpower.
Even if perfected, it could never compare to the Tongtian Valley.
What George was truly interested in, however, was Ma Xianhong's technique—one of the Eight Wonders: Divine Machine Hundred Refinents, the pinnacle of this world's chanical arts, artifact refinent, object control, and material transformation.
He stepped forward and pushed open the door. Before him appeared a massive golden furnace.
Beside it stood a long-haired man, hamring away at the golden structure.
When the man noticed the door had opened, his face imdiately darkened with impatience.
"Didn't I say I wasn't to be disturbed these days? Who are you?"
He quickly realized that the person who walked in was not one of his villagers but a young stranger.
His vigilance flared, and he leapt down from the furnace.
The entrances to Biyou Village were heavily guarded by his people; no outsider could enter without his permission, let alone approach the building where he refined the furnace.
"Ma Xianhong, I hear you're the grandson of Ma Benlai and that you possess the Divine Machine Hundred Refinents. I want your Divine Machine Hundred Refinents."
George spoke without the slightest hesitation, directly stating his purpose.
Ma Xianhong raised an eyebrow.
"You want my Divine Machine Hundred Refinents? Then let's see if you have the ability to take it."
His philosophy had always been "teaching without discrimination." He didn't mind passing his technique to outsiders, but it wasn't sothing given lightly.
The twelve artisans in the village could all have learned his art if they wished, but none were interested—except Chou Rang, who showed talent.
So he passed it to Chou Rang.
He had even given it to the outsider Zhuge Qing, who proved trustworthy and willing to use his Qin techniques to help build the furnace.
But now, a stranger had suddenly broken into the village and demanded his technique—how could he possibly hand it over?
First, he had to capture this intruder and find out which force had sent him.
As Ma Xianhong's Qi linked with the house, countless lifelike puppets descended from above, encircling George in an instant.
These puppets were all creations of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinents. Each possessed considerable strength in the stranger world.
One particular black puppet carried extraordinary energy, rivaling the strength of a sect master from a minor clan.
Yet George rely raised his hand. Thunder and lightning erupted, and in a blink, every puppet—including the black one—was reduced to fragnts.
"My na is Jin Baobao. You should have heard of . I'm not here to rob you. I ca to ask for the Divine Machine Hundred Refinents in exchange for a deal."
As the puppets shattered, George vanished, only for Ma Xianhong to hear his voice whispering in his ear.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead.
To destroy so many puppets instantly, appear behind him without warning—if the man wanted him dead, it would have been effortless.
He had many treasures, but the opponent hadn't even given him the chance to use them.
Then he recalled the na Jin Baobao. His subordinates had ntioned it during past investigations.
"You're the one who took first place at the Luo Tian Dajiao—and killed all of the Wang family's experts?"
"That's . I have no malice. I simply want to make a deal."
George strolled forward casually. With a wave of his hand, he cast a Repair Spell, restoring all the shattered puppets, then turned back toward Ma Xianhong with a friendly smile.
Since the other man didn't know him, he had to display his strength first—otherwise, reaching an agreent would be difficult.
"What kind of deal?"
Ma Xianhong's face was solemn.
In the presence of soone who could end his life at will, no one could remain calm.
George glanced at the furnace.
"Do you know why Quanxing sent so many temporary workers into the village?"
"Of course I know. They ca to capture Chen Duo. But since Chen Duo is from Biyou Village, I will protect her. No one can take her away!"
Ma Xianhong's voice was firm.
"A man of principle."
George nodded in mild admiration. Though Ma Xianhong was stubborn and self-righteous, he wasn't evil. In fact, he was unusually straightforward.
According to Zhang Chulan's judgnt, Ma Xianhong genuinely regarded all Eight Wonders successors as family.
And he upheld his sense of justice, willing to confront any force to protect his companions.
"To tell you the truth, their real target is not Chen Duo. She's only a pretext—two temporary workers would have been enough for her.
In fact, beyond those already inside, the outskirts of the village are now surrounded by Quanxing's forces. They've even mobilized the army and high-powered weapons."
Seeing Ma Xianhong's expression shift dramatically, George continued:
"Their actual goal is you. By creating this furnace, you can turn ordinary people into strangers. If the number of strangers rises drastically, inevitable conflict will erupt with ordinary people.
Normal strangers are cultivated from childhood—training body and mind step by step, gaining power while learning respect for it.
But the ones you create with the furnace would suddenly gain strength with no discipline, no reverence—only raw power. Chaos would be unavoidable.
Countless innocents would die in the resulting turmoil. That is sothing they cannot permit.
My offer is simple: I can guarantee your safe escape from the village. In return, you give the Divine Machine Hundred Refinents."
"How could this be…? But I must perfect the furnace! I need to recover my lost mories, to find my lost family. No… I cannot leave alone!"
Ma Xianhong sank to the ground in confusion.
First, with such overwhelming forces gathered to annihilate Biyou Village, no resistance could possibly succeed.
Second, he had never considered the broader consequences. He only thought that everyone should have the right to beco a stranger, never realizing the dangers and chaos such creations would bring.
Finally, he had an unshakable reason to perfect the furnace: to regain his mories.
"To recover lost mories?"
George was montarily surprised.
"When it cos to finding mories, that's what I do best. How about this—let's change the deal. I'll help you recover your mories, and in return, you give the Divine Machine Hundred Refinents."
(End of Chapter)
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