It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

His aura surged several levels, and his strength was forcibly elevated to the level of an ordinary sect leader.

The price was the cost of that person's lifespan being consumed as fuel, and there may still be room for improvement in the methods used by these extraordinary individuals.

In terms of the quality of Qi, without the influence of external objects, there is no possibility of further improvement.

But Qu Tong showed no sign of stopping.

He raised his chin, signaling the person to stand back down, and then restarted the self-cultivation furnace once more.

This time, the light inside the furnace was even more intense than before, and the roar was even deeper, as if it was being forcibly squeezed out of its last bit of potential.

When the furnace door opened again, the person was lifeless, lying there stiffly.

Seeing this, Ma Xianhong finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Qu Tong, completely indifferent to the fate of her subordinate, casually picked him up like trash and tossed him into an open space.

He stubbornly insisted that the stove was not yet finished and could be further improved.

But Qu Tong turned around and insisted in a calm tone that the body-cultivation furnace had already passed the test.

Ma Xianhong has been kind-hearted since he was a child, almost to the point of being single-minded.

Even after experiencing amnesia, being hunted down, and being used as a pawn, she still persevered.

The kindness towards people in my bones has never been extinguished.

But at this moment, seeing a living person turned into this state because of the machine he created, Qu Tong didn't even blink.

Having sensed something was amiss over this long period of time, he finally reached his limit.

At this moment, a certain string snapped completely.

Ma Xianhong fiercely resisted, his resolve unwavering, almost shouting that he had built the self-cultivation furnace.

He felt that if it wasn't finished, then it wasn't finished, and no one could decide for him.

As he spoke, he opened the Devouring Pouch at his waist, and several flower-like puppets appeared out of thin air in front of him, forming an array and rushing towards the Cultivation Furnace.

Just in case, I decided to smash the stove first.

But to his utter surprise, Qu Tong also opened the Devouring Pouch and released a puppet.

The puppet was made entirely of metal, with smooth lines.

Anyone who has seen Feng Baobao before can recognize her at a glance.

Its appearance, posture, and even that indescribable charm are just like Feng Baobao.

That unique quality—a blankness tinged with ethereal beauty, a taciturnity revealing a profound understanding—is practically identical to someone else's.

Feng Baobao's puppet easily blocked all of Ru Hua's puppet's attacks. Its movements were as fast as lightning. With a knife in its palm, it easily shattered Ru Hua's defense.

Then, without hesitation, he attacked Ma Xianhong himself, and that's how he got the knife wound that runs across his eyebrow.

Then Ma Xianhong even tried to pull out his toolbox to fight back.

He was a weapon refiner, and all his strength lay in his magical artifacts; close combat was never his forte.

But just give him a few breaths to take out what's in the sac.

Even with the most basic defensive artifacts or his few most treasured protective treasures, there's still room for maneuver.

His hand reached for the tool bag he carried on his back, his fingertips already probing inside.

But the Feng Baobao puppet that Qu Tong released didn't give him that chance at all.

The puppet's figure flashed, too fast to follow its afterimage, and with a swift movement, it cleaved Ma Xianhong's wrist in two.

He then stabbed her in the chest again.

Blood gushed from his wrist, and he could no longer hold onto anything. He lost his balance and collapsed heavily to the ground.

That's right, back when the first version of the slimming stove was created.

This machine already has the ability to copy one person's talent onto another person.

Qu Tong had long ago secretly copied the talent of a weapon refiner onto him.

Then, he secretly crafted this puppet himself and has been quietly refining it ever since.

She knows everything that Ma Xianhong doesn't, and she's learning everything that Ma Xianhong knows.

Ma Xianhong's consciousness has begun to blur.

Everything in my field of vision was slowly darkening and receding into the distance, even the outlines that were right in front of me were melting away little by little.

Qu Tong walked up to him.

Looking down at the man she had nurtured and then destroyed.

At that moment, she reached out and finally used her two hands to return his lost memories.

Those sealed-off memories flooded into Ma Xianhong's mind like a burst dam.

It turns out that when he was very young, someone in the world of supernatural beings had their eyes on his family's Divine Machine Refinement.

Qu Tong appeared before the young Ma Xianhong at that critical moment and drove away the covetous ones.

But her goal was never to save people.

She threatened his family under the guise of protection and took young Ma Xianhong away from his parents.

Then, she manipulated his memory and mind with both hands, shaping him into the form she needed.

Over the years, he had always believed that Qu Tong was his savior and the only god-sister he could trust in the world.

In the end, Qu Tong was the one who took everything away from him.

Ma Xianhong collapsed to the ground, barely breathing; the pain came not only from his physical injuries.

It comes from the bloody truth hidden in my memory.

The pain was unbearable, yet he couldn't even utter a complete cry of anguish.

Qu Tong looked at him, still with that compassionate and pitying expression.

But that didn't stop her from raising her hand.

Chapter 454 Buried Wires

Qu Tong planned to give Ma Xianhong a quick death.

After all, this young man, whom she both created and destroyed, deserves at least a painless farewell.

But at that moment, tiny arcs of electricity suddenly lit up on the floor.

The electric arc was extremely thin and faint, like a few yellow threads that had accidentally emerged from the ground.

It bounced twice on the floor, making a barely audible crackling sound.

Qu Tong abruptly stopped, glancing sideways at the arcs of electricity darting about, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised.

Then, being naturally cautious, she quickly took two steps back, creating distance between herself and the arc of electricity.

And that electric arc actually suddenly expanded from a few thin strands into several thick beams of lightning.

It gushed out from the cracks in the floor.

The electric light twisted and swirled in the air, emitting a piercing crackling sound.

Then, under Qu Tong's gaze, a figure materialized out of thin air.

The current dissipates.

A young man wearing a simple jacket and shirt, patting his clothes which were free of dust, looked depressed.

"Old Ma is really something. He asked him to bury the wires, but he buried them so deep that we almost couldn't get them out."

Qinghe Miao scanned the room with his eyes and immediately understood which part of the story it was.

He knelt down beside Ma Xianhong, placed his hand on his chest, and could still easily crack jokes:

"Isn't this Old Ma? Long time no see. He's surrounded by a big pink-haired beauty. How come you're doing so poorly?"

I've told you women are tigers; the prettier the woman, the more likely she is to deceive. (Like R.)

He said that, but his hands didn't stop for a second.

The Stand [Golden Experience]'s ability is activated.

They directly use the remains to generate intact organs within the body, replacing those punctured lungs and internal organs.

As if sensing his arrival, Ma Xianhong's consciousness, which was already on the verge of dissipation, suddenly struggled.

He wanted to say something, but could only make muffled, indistinct sounds.

Qinghe Miao remained unmoved. After examining the area around his throat, he raised one hand, and his true qi condensed into a sharp ray of light at his fingertips.

With fingers as sharp as knives, he swiftly and decisively plunged them into Ma Xianhong's throat.

He deftly felt through the flesh with his fingers, then pinched it open and pulled out a ring.

It was the matching magical artifact in his hand.

Ma Xianhong was ultimately talented; he knew to keep the truly life-saving things hidden.

I don't know how they managed to embed the ring into his mouth.

Eating and talking are not affected at all.

Even if his limbs are restrained in a critical moment, as long as he has a breath left, he can still activate this ring and send out the coordinates.

As for the situation where the mouth cannot be used.

That means his head was probably cut off.

Since everyone is gone, there's no point in Qinghe Miao rushing over, so he's not included in that category.

Of course, his inability to speak was simply due to blood blocking his trachea, and had nothing to do with the ring.

In fact, when Qinghe Miao's finger was pulled out, the wound was healed along with it using the [Golden Experience].

Then he pretended to take out a small piece of eye-shaped wood carving from his pouch.

Then, he easily removed Ma Xianhong's eyeball, which had been slashed by a knife, using his Stand ability.

A flash of true qi passed through his palm, concealing the wooden carving's eyeball as it transformed into a living organ under the Stand's ability.

An Jinma Xianhong's eyes were perfectly intact.

Then he did the same thing again.

They took out two pieces of wood and carved them into the hands of a doll, then reattached Ma Xianhong's severed wrist and hand.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

After Qinghe Miao finished doing all this, Ma Xianhong took a couple of deep breaths.

He propped himself up on his elbows and wiped the blood from his face.

He sat up unharmed.

Ma Xianhong himself was somewhat stunned.

Qu Tong stood quietly to the side the whole time.

He didn't interfere at all, nor did he try to escape; he just watched quietly.

"I have long admired the name of Immortal Qing, and meeting him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

Only after Qing Hemiao stopped and turned his attention to her did Qu Tong take the initiative to flatter her with an undisguised tone of admiration:

"I'm afraid even if Ma Ben, who mastered this technique, were alive today, he wouldn't have imagined that 'Divine Craftsmanship' could be used in this way."

This ability to regenerate severed limbs and bring the dead back to life is truly miraculous; in terms of physical healing effects alone, it's no less impressive than the "Double-Handed Master."

Qinghe Miao chuckled upon hearing this, and casually wiped his blood-stained hands on Ma Xianhong's relatively clean shoulder.

Then he stood up, faced Qu Tong, and said admiringly:

"Same to you. A woman with such a ruthless heart, she'll succeed at anything. But wouldn't she run away when she sees me?"