Above Destiny

Chapter 236: Lao Deng’s Favor Is Not Over Yet
"How many days have passed..."

Ji Jue collapsed in his wheelchair, sighing: "Why hasn't the Security Bureau made any move yet? At least there should be some big news..."

You won't really commit sin by yourself, right?
A thin and haggard face appeared on the polished mirror surface.

His skin was pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun for years. He was so thin that his bones were visible, and his breathing was slow. It wouldn't be surprising if he was in the ICU.

However, between the graying hairs, and in the darker eyes, a strange light appeared. From the casual glances and lowered eyes, it smoldered silently.

It was like a ghost or demon living in a corpse, exuding an ominous aura.

Even if Tong Zhiwu was in front of him now, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize Ji Jue.

How long has it been?
I have no idea...

It seemed like only a few days had passed, but in my body it felt like a month or two had passed.

The cycle of cramming and producing is repeated every day without a break.

It is difficult to get rid of it even in dreams. Among the countless messy theories and transformation formulas, countless nightmares and past events in this life emerge one after another.

Those intermittent and fragmented dreams and the reality that was so busy that it made him vomit blood alternated in cycles, to the point that Ji Jue had completely lost his sense of the reality of time.

Perhaps, this is one of Jianyuan's purposes.

Or maybe, the time in the workshop...is originally different from that outside...

The profound theories and techniques are not pure, boring and beautiful courses like advanced mathematics. On the contrary, there are many inhumane but cheap and feasible convenient methods, many ways of processing and obtaining materials including blood sacrifice, sacrifice and torture, and even more subtle pollution...

Even a dog like Ji Jue is now exhausted by this rough cramming teaching, and all he can think about is a holiday. It doesn't matter if he can't take a holiday, he can die.

Kill me with one blow, quickly!

The only good thing about this shitty life is that there is enough material and no matter how much it wasted, even if Ji Jue abused his power to practice with Jianyuan's stuff, Lao Deng didn't seem to care.

The transformation, which was originally held back by the lack of in-game currency, has made rapid progress.

As for the many techniques of stagnant corruption and the operations of evil transformation, although it is embarrassing to talk about it, Ji Jue has already mastered them completely!

Not only did I get started, I made rapid progress!

With the matrix fragments and many scattered skills of Duden and Lian Yun as a foundation, and with the generous teaching and integration of the elder Deng, Ji Jue's progress was extremely rapid. After just a few practices, he had already learned the entry basics and subsequent extensions.

In fact, it is enough to start the creation of blessed creations.

Don't be sad, brother Yu Jin. Lao Deng forced me to do this. I didn't want to do this. You are the only one in my heart. You must believe me...

I just made the same mistake any craftsman would make!

Since Yu Jin didn’t say no, Ji Jue would just take it as His tacit consent.

But you said, how come you, a promising young talent, suddenly became a pillar of the society?

If the news gets out, the teacher won't come here himself with a knife to clean up the mess, right?

Wait, is this also Jianyuan’s plan?

Maybe when he becomes a craftsman, a master, or even a grandmaster in the future, he will meet Jianyuan again. The old ghost smiled and took out a stack of photos from his pocket: Ji Juejun, you don’t want others to know...

Ji Jue took a breath of cold air.

I can't help but stomp my feet and curse a few words, but unfortunately, the freedom to stomp my feet is almost gone.

Left arm, right shoulder, heart, right leg...

There were dark traces like chains emerging.

Just the slightest movement would cause me to feel excruciating pain and torture.

This is the result of Ji Jue's rebellion or temptation beyond his capabilities during this period of time.

boom! ! !
A loud noise suddenly erupted from the furnace, scarlet blood spread, and the sticky color gushed out, turning into a frenzy that almost engulfed the skinny figure in front of the furnace.

Ji Jue had no expression on his face.

In a trance, he casually raised his hand towards the dancing scarlet and scooped it out.

Fingers tightened.

"That's enough," he said.

In an instant, the eruption of blood disappeared without a trace, the wriggling scarlet quickly shrank, and the screams that filled the furnace came to an abrupt end.

It was as if the monster was pinched by a seven-inch finger.

And in Ji Jue's hand, between his five fingers, the creature that broke out of the furnace was still shaking violently, and the high heat quickly faded, revealing the texture of steel.

But in the iron-colored cold light, there were strands of scarlet flowing, sometimes showing a flesh-and-blood texture.

The moment it fell into his hands, he eagerly wanted to devour Ji Jue's blood and spiritual essence.

Unfortunately, under Feigong's suppression, just like the little Karami who overestimated his own capabilities, he quickly gave up.

In the end, as obedient as a chicken.

"Evil is transformed into refinement? That's it? That's it? That's it?"

Ji Jue sneered and casually threw the creation into the box welded next to the wheelchair, not caring at all: "It's just ordinary stuff."

After just a few days of trial and practice, he has discovered the biggest difference between modern alchemy and the evil alchemy transformed by Jianyuan.

——If modern alchemy is based on the four steps of ascension, transformation, purification and integration to give souls to dead objects, then Jianyuan's unique method of alchemy, which draws on the strengths of many schools of thought, is to directly create evil spirits!
Compared to the newly born little white rabbit, the hungry lions and tigers are definitely more ferocious and majestic, and they are definitely more convenient and enjoyable to use, even if it comes at a heavy price...

The essence lies in how to artificially induce evil and give rise to deformation!
In Ji Jue's opinion, this was no different from playing with firecrackers on a manhole cover. The noise would definitely be louder than usual, and when leaving, it would definitely be faster and more peaceful than usual.

If you’re not careful, it could easily get out of control and collapse. If you’re even more careless, something weird might pop out of the furnace, and then the craftsman won’t have the final say.

After mastering the relevant techniques and theories, one can indeed transcend one's own level and limits and create creations that exceed one's own limits.

But the problem is that there is almost no controllability.

It's a good job, but the craftsman is a bit useless.

If you do it without any preparation, it will be like driving a car on an elevated highway on a stormy night with the accelerator pressed to the limit. Don't ask Dad where he is going, just go. There is no point in crying, at worst I will take you with me!

Therefore, it requires more control, adaptability and talent from craftsmen.

Incompetents and trash will die at the entry level, but if one can enter the realm, then the speed of their growth will soar like a rocket...

Because of this, the more Ji Jue learned, the more wrong things seemed.

Because he had never seen these theories and skills in anyone else!

It’s okay for a useless guy like Duden to be cured, but Lian Yun is at least your direct disciple, so how come he doesn’t know anything at all?
This set of teaching materials that I am studying could not be something that you, an old guy, made up on the spur of the moment!
Something is wrong. Something is absolutely wrong!
Ji Jue was deep in thought, and soon he raised his eyes and looked at the afterimage beside him: "Where is Lao Deng? I want to see Lao Deng!"

The afterimage was silent for a moment, and soon raised his hand and pointed to a door behind him.

The door opened and a corridor appeared.

"Thanks."

Ji Jue turned his wheelchair and walked slowly towards the corridor, ignoring the mess behind him.

The entire workshop seemed to be constantly changing, even the space behind the same door looked different every time. This corridor sometimes led to the material library, sometimes it was Ji Jue's bed, sometimes it was the toilet, and now it has become Jian Yuan's studio.

Even though I have walked this way and that countless times, I can still feel the gazes and prying eyes cast at me in the darkness.

It seems that every move is under the eyes of countless people.

card wipe.

Not far away, a door slowly closed.

A hunched figure stepped back, bowing and nodding, and respectfully closed the door for his teacher with a flattering smile.

But when she turned around and saw Ji Jue not far away, the smile on her face froze.

Gradually, it turned livid, and gradually became ferocious. Scarlet bloodshot slowly emerged from his eyes.

Gritting teeth.

"It's you……"

"Ah, life is full of encounters, isn't this a spiritual thing, bro?"

Ji Jue glanced at the hunched and miserable appearance, as well as the puppet on his shoulder that grew together with flesh and blood, and sighed: "I haven't seen him for a few days. How come he is so weak?"

Bang!
The evil craftsman's face turned pale. He kicked over Ji Jue's wheelchair, then grabbed his neck, lifted him up from the ground and smashed him against the wall.

The fingers were like iron clamps, tightening inch by inch.

"Listen, you bastard, no matter what method you use to confuse the teacher, your good days will not last long!"

Cun Ling approached, staring at Ji Jue's face, and warned word by word: "One day, you will fall into my hands, and then it will be time for us to settle the score!

Ji Jue opened his mouth to suffocate, but was unable to breathe, and his vision quickly went dark.

Until he had seen enough of Ji Jue's embarrassed look, his fingers slowly loosened a little.

Hoarse coughs and gasps, even mocking and ridiculing sounds were heard.

"Brother, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. It's not my fault that you've fallen into this state. You should think about who did it, right?"

Ji Jue panted and grinned: "If you really want to be so brave, why not turn around, kick open the door, and then stab that old Deng to death, as a way to repay your teacher and avenge your hatred?"

Cun Ling's expression twitched, and he suppressed his subconscious trembling, and flew into a rage: "If you dare to say one more word, I will tear you into pieces!"

"is it?"

Ji Jue was curious: "I feel like I can say a few more words, but you may not be able to... well, maybe you will soon be unable to do so."

Amidst the words of self-pity and sympathy, the hand that was pinching his neck gradually lost its strength.

Trembling uncontrollably, he let go of her hand.

Ji Jue fell to the ground.

He held on to the wall and the floor, supported his body, and straightened the wheelchair. Finally, after a lot of effort, he finally climbed up.

I was sweating and panting.

At this moment, the soul that was rolling and struggling on the ground was no longer able to breathe, was foaming at the mouth, and was dying. It was twitching and convulsing instinctively, struggling in vain.

But I can't break free...

Those two hands strangling his neck!
From behind him, the puppet that grew out of his flesh and blood grabbed his neck without warning and quickly closed its mouth.

Sticky blood oozed out from the torn skin, but before it flowed out, it was sucked up hungrily by the puppet's hands.

Not only the body, but also the half of the flesh and blood, half of the matrix, half of the blessing and half of the soul in the body suddenly became ferocious and launched a violent attack, hungry to devour him completely.

No matter how he tried to comfort her, there was no response.

Suffocation, coldness, and futile struggle.

Only the hallucinatory laughter sounded, becoming clearer and clearer.

Until he was rolling and struggling, he finally saw the smiling face on the wheelchair and the dark eyes looking down at him coldly, as if he understood something in an instant.

Cun Ling stared in horror, crawled forward using his hands and feet, grabbed Ji Jue's trouser leg, opened his mouth to beg, but no sound came out.

He could only kowtow as if praying, his forehead hitting the floor again and again, bleeding profusely.

Muffled wailing.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue had a blank expression on his face.

Indifferent.

It was not until he was completely desperate and had no more strength to struggle that he heard a clear sound.

Ji Jue tapped his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair.

In an instant, the puppet's hands that were pinching his neck finally loosened a little, and the cold air rushed into his lungs, bringing life and all the good things in the world.

Cun Ling coughed violently, spitting out sticky blood foam, and tears and snot flowed.

I can't move anymore.

"You see, when we are in the same situation, we will understand each other's difficulties."

In his daze, he only saw the wheelchair passing by, and heard a higher voice in his ears: "We must get along well, Brother Cunling."

Just like that, without stopping, it slowly rolled over him.

Finally, he high-fived the puppet behind him and said goodbye:
"Bye, Bro~"

The puppet grinned grimly, waved enthusiastically, and watched him go away.

He watched him disappear at the end of the corridor before turning back to look at the dying host, with malice revealed in his eyes that looked like they were carved from gems.

The game continues!
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The door was opened in front of Ji Jue.

Behind the door, in the studio, countless parts were suspended in the air, rising and falling like flying birds, thousands and thousands of them, constantly gathering and separating, surrounding the old figure.

"Why the commotion?" Jian Yuan asked without turning his head.

"Maybe it's the tradition of the old leading the new?"

Ji Jue smiled, as if he really thought he knew nothing, and praised sincerely: "The workplace culture of our Yousui craftsmen is really great.

Harmony and friendship, working together... Don't you think there's something wrong?"

"The embers are cruel and have no regard for mediocrity. The tyranny of stagnation is even worse than this. You are competitors, why waste time on meaningless pretense?

To make the essence of things appear in the clearest way is the essence of the craftsman's way. If you like to dream, you should seek the mirror and the heart hub. "

Jian Yuan flicked his fingers, causing the huge monster formed by countless parts in front of him to disperse and disintegrate again. After a long time, he turned around and asked indifferently:
"What's the matter?"

"Well, it's done."

Ji Jue opened the toolbox on the armrest, picked up the evil work that had just been produced, and threw it directly to Jian Yuan.

There was a sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately, a line of silver light stopped in front of Jianyuan, revealing its outline and appearance.

The handle is slender, with a slightly wider but shorter front end, about the length of an ordinary one-handed sword.

The handle is straight, but the front end is slightly curved and split like a claw.

The surface was filled with blood, and just by looking at it, one could feel the hostility and a chill in the heart!

But the more Jianyuan looked, the more his brows furrowed.

"What is this?"

"A gift."

Ji Jue said considerately: "I noticed that you've been grinning a lot lately. I was afraid that your feet might be itchy and it's not easy to scratch them in front of others, so I made a tickler for you!"

Jianyuan's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"What's the purpose?"

"What else can a tickler be used for? Tickling, of course."

Ji Jue explained enthusiastically: "However, Master, don't underestimate it because it looks ordinary. There is one thing that makes it very powerful——"

He paused for a moment, keeping the suspense and whetting the appetite:
"—it gets more itchy the more it scratches!"

(End of this chapter)