Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"There's been no reaction here." He paused briefly, then added, "One group is tourists, and the other is locals. The statues and offerings used for the sacrifices were selected according to standards, using local products obtained through government approval. So far, no one has experienced any spiritual effects after completing the sacrifice."

Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and suddenly reminded, "Oh, by the way, don't forget to check the placement of the statue to ensure it receives sunlight throughout the day, especially during the ritual—"

"—If the statue's location doesn't work, remember to move it to the yard and try again. I'll continue the experiment."

As soon as the communication was cut off, Kenneth scratched his golden hair. Just as he was about to take action himself, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He turned his head slightly and shouted to the busy and sweaty Weber:

"Weber! Go, move all the statues to the yard, make sure they get sunlight, and let everyone start over again!"

Weber was stunned. He stopped pushing the wheelchair and turned to look at Kenneth in astonishment.

"Aha?!"

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"Ah, thank you for your cooperation." Xing Qingjiu smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face. He greeted the young priest who was waiting in the courtyard, his eyes full of "pleasure." He rubbed his hands and said with a guilty conscience, "I'll replace the statue later. Look, can you do it again?"

The young priest frowned and looked at Xing Qingjiu doubtfully for a few seconds. He couldn't help but ask, "What on earth are you doing..."

"We're... doing folklore research," Xing Qingqiu said seriously. "You know, Western folklore research has always been very strange. Besides, if I didn't do this, I wouldn't be able to write my thesis."

"Alas..." The young priest shook his head and sighed, "Do whatever you want. I have no objection anyway."

"Thank you for your understanding!" Xing Qingfeng, seeing his plan go smoothly, excitedly turned and ran into another room. In the dim room, a stone statue stood quietly in the corner. The image was carved delicately and vividly, but this stone statue clearly had nothing to do with the sun. Instead, it was filled with a strong exotic atmosphere.

He took a deep breath, his heart aching with mixed feelings. Xing Qingfeng knew that using the statue for sacrificial experiments was almost an insult to the Inti priest. However, for the sake of the accuracy of the experiment, he had no choice but to bear the pain and give it a try.

Xing Qingqi frowned slightly and thought for a moment. He was actually not very good at hypnotic magic, so forcing it would definitely not work. So, with a quick glance, he took out a bag of magical tools he had prepared -

- Something more effective than conventional hypnotic magic. He carefully put the bag of magical tools into his pocket, picked up the heavy stone statue again, and carefully moved it to the yard.

The sun filled the entire courtyard. As soon as Xing Qingjiu appeared, he saw that the young priest's face changed instantly.

"You...you're not really going to let me pray to this thing!" The priest's face turned red with shame and anger. His fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at the Statue of Liberty. He was obviously completely enraged, and his voice was full of anger. "I'm telling you, I absolutely won't..."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Qingqiu took out the bag of magical tools he had prepared from his pocket, which were more effective than regular hypnosis magic.

——It was a thick bag of US dollars. The green bills were shining and almost blinded the priest's eyes in the sunlight.

Xing Qingwu smiled slightly and patted the bag: "Look, this is quite nice, isn't it?"

The priest was stunned, his anger instantly turning into silence, his gaze fixed on the bag of US dollars. After a moment, he swallowed, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and uttered through his nose, "...Enough."

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Volume 18: Symbiotic Relationships: . The Principle of the Circle

Xing Qingyu stood in the shadow of the courtyard, his eyes sweeping across the stone Statue of Liberty before him, and he sighed slightly.

He didn't want to test his hypothesis in such an extreme way. Placing a Statue of Liberty before an Inti priest and telling him to worship it as Inti was nothing short of a blatant offense.

He knew, of course, that this method was a provocation. The suppressed anger on the young priest's face was the best proof of that. But precisely because of this, Xing Qingfeng knew that the priest would never harbor the slightest faith in the Statue of Liberty before him. His inner repulsion was enough to unconsciously create distance, and that was exactly what Xing Qingfeng wanted. He wanted to use this extreme contrast to test whether faith in the statue was the key variable for a successful sacrifice.

The young priest took a deep breath, clearly trying hard to control his emotions. His gaze never lingered on the Statue of Liberty for even a second, instead turning directly to the altar, preparing to begin the ceremony. Xing Qingjiu stood quietly by, observing, his eyes slightly narrowed, taking in the priest's expression.

The priest straightened his posture, held the pre-prepared offering in his hands, closed his eyes, and whispered the sacrificial prayer. His voice, as serious as before, was hard to conceal the impatience and perfunctoriness in his eyes. As the sacrifice progressed, he casually sprinkled handfuls of grain onto the altar, his gestures quick and mechanical, as if he were carrying out a dull task.

Xing Qingjiu noticed that as the priests chanted and the grains were scattered, the offerings slowly began to emit faint spiritual fluctuations.

This proved that the results of this extreme experiment were no different from what he had expected. Although the priests had no faith and were even performing the ritual as a routine, the offerings on the altar still showed signs of spirituality.

Xing Qingjiu turned his gaze to the young priest, only to see his face still etched with displeasure and disdain, clearly showing no respect for the Statue of Liberty before him. His hands still held the offering steadily, but his eyes revealed undisguised resistance, even a hint of disgust. This man's faith in Inti might be genuine, but it was clear that this sincerity was not in the Statue of Liberty before him.

Yet, even then, spirituality is still evident in the offerings.

The priest concluded the ceremony, gently placed the offerings back on the altar, and turned to Xing Qingjiu with a forced smile. He clearly didn't want to engage in further conversation with this "Western folklorist," but he also didn't want to offend this "rich guest."

"Is this the end of it?" He pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a forced smile, trying to make his tone sound gentler.

"Ah, not yet," Xing Qingwu immediately waved his hand to stop him, "We still need some follow-up adjustments. How about taking a break first and continuing later?"

The young priest glanced up at Xing Qingjiu impatiently, a hint of undisguised disgust etched on his lips. But faced with the generous reward that had just been stuffed into his palm, he reluctantly nodded, tacitly agreeing to continue cooperating. Muttering softly, he walked to a corner of the courtyard and sat down, the resistance still lingering on his face.

Xing Qingyu nodded slightly, then hurried back into the house. His fingertips gently brushed across his left eye, and the crystal-clear, gem-like Devil's Eye gradually began to glow. His empathic magic circuits quickly activated, and a faint glow spread across his vision. However, his efforts to contact Kenneth were somehow interrupted.

"What's going on?" He scratched his head in confusion. When he was about to give up and try to go there himself, suddenly an echo came from the magic eye. Kenneth took the initiative to contact Xing Qingjiu.

"You succeeded again?" Kenneth's voice was still lazy. "The test group here is still the same, no reaction at all—"

"—Next, I plan to use hypnosis to implant a belief in these people and let them try again."

"I think it's probably not necessary," Xing Qingfeng paused for a moment, thinking about the results of the experiment just now, "I asked the priest to perform the sacrifice again in front of the Statue of Liberty. Unless he truly has the desire to see a free America in his heart, this thing will definitely not resonate with his faith. But even so, the sacrifice still showed spirituality -"

"--So, this suggests that spiritual belief may not be a prerequisite for a successful sacrifice. I plan to continue the experiment. The next step is to simplify the ritual process."

"Wait, don't rush to simplify the ritual process." Kenneth's voice came again, "Try using some objects that have nothing to do with cultural symbols and have the priest perform the sacrifice again—"

"—it would be best if we could find an object that currently has no religious or historical significance. I suspect that even something unrelated to cultural symbols might satisfy the requirements for sacrifice as long as the image is vivid enough."

"Okay, then I'll get ready to go..."

"One more thing," he replied lazily, adjusting the recliner slightly. "We just caught a magician. He seems to be from Mexico."

"What's going on?" Xing Qingqi raised his eyebrows, curiosity flashing in his eyes, "Is he here to rescue the trapped old man?"

"Not really," Kayneth shrugged nonchalantly. He glanced leisurely at the busy Waver, watching him direct the crowd in the Zero Dream ① Er Mi 鏾 ② Another ⑺ Four Dam Inti Ceremony. "It sounded like he was here to pick up some goods, but I'm busy with experiments right now and don't have the energy to bother. I simply cut his magic circuits and left him aside."

"Interesting..." Xing Qingqiu's gaze narrowed, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knee as he pondered how to proceed with the experiment. "Once the experiment is over, I can take another look at the magician. Perhaps I can pry some useful information out of him."

Xing Qingqiu nodded slowly, turning his head to look towards the corner of the room, his eyes sweeping over the various objects. In one corner of the room lay many of his collected experimental materials, including some not commonly seen in South America, and even one or two small gadgets whose origins he himself was unsure of.

But as long as it is a product made by human hands, it undoubtedly carries a distinct cultural symbol...

...Xing Qingwu suddenly thought of something.

He quickly carved an image in his mind onto the stone in front of him. Sometimes this was the advantage of being a time traveler. He had as many images or cultural symbols in his mind as he wanted that were not available in this era.

After the carving was completed, he carried the stone statue and walked to the young priest, indicating that he could prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

"...What is this?" The priest was stunned and stared at the stone statue in front of him and asked, "What...what is this...how..."

"Her name is 'The Principle of the Circle'," Xing Qingqi smiled and stuffed a stack of green banknotes into the priest's arms. "Anyway, you don't have to care who she is. No one in the world knows her anyway—"

"—You just need to go through the process with her."

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Volume 19: Symbiosis: . Miracles Allowed by the Law of Large Numbers

Xing Qingyu stood in the shadows of the courtyard, narrowing his eyes slightly as he observed the young priest's movements. At that moment, the priest was slowly rearranging the offerings, his movements mechanical and slightly sluggish, as if he had long since become numb to the ritual. Only then did Xing Qingyu nod in satisfaction.

——Under his guidance day by day, the sacrificial process and steps have been simplified to the point where the original traces are almost unrecognizable.

Of course, Xing Qingjiu did not hastily make drastic changes to the young priest's beliefs and habits in one day, but quietly and gradually made adjustments to various details.

At first, he just suggested reducing some unnecessary steps, such as some complicated movements. Although the young priest was dissatisfied, the number given by Xing Qingjiu made it impossible for him to refuse.

In the first few experiments, Xing Qingjiu used clever means to gradually reduce the symbolic actions in the traditional ceremony, eliminating those cumbersome kneeling postures, and found a high-sounding reason -

"Simplify the ritual to facilitate the dissemination of research results." That's how Xing Qingjiu fooled the priest. Of course, the priest didn't believe his perfunctory rhetoric, but the allure of money was more potent, so he fell for it. Thus, the once solemn sacrifice gradually devolved into a specious ritual.

In order to make this change seem reasonable and not abrupt, Xing Qingjiu would occasionally take out some exotic gadgets and use the logic of "foreign incense can also be used to worship gods" to instill new concepts into the young priests -

In reality, Xing Qingjiu didn't need to go to all that trouble. Modern Peruvian Sun Festival priests have all passed religious examinations administered by the Ministry of Culture. In the eyes of the priests, Xing Qingjiu's religious studies were nothing more than a mediocre student. He was already having a hard time holding back his laughter at the thought of him trying to trick him.

But the priest was just a younger brother in front of Xing Qingjiu's money.

Xing Qingjiu would always slip a wad of banknotes into the room at the appropriate time after the ritual was completed. This subtle technique gradually weakened the priest's resistance. Gradually, he relaxed his guard, even coming to see nothing wrong with the simplified ritual. The persuasive words and the steady progress made with the banknotes finally convinced the young priest, who gradually complied with Xing Qingjiu's demands.

A few days passed like this, and Xing Qingfeng watched the priest's attitude change from initial doubt, to later reluctant acceptance, and now almost complete obedience. This also made Xing Qingfeng feel fortunate that he had completed the experiment of eliminating faith while the priest still had some resistance.

——Otherwise, maybe we’ll have to find an older and more stubborn guy to come and have another rage.

The sky was just beginning to brighten. The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the courtyard's brick walls, casting a faint orange-red glow on the ground. Xing Qingjiu stood beside the altar, his expression focused, his eyes slowly following the young priest's movements.

The priest knelt stiffly before the altar and carefully placed a handful of corn on it. This was his final, almost perfunctory step. But even with this simplified procedure, Xing Qingji still felt it wasn't enough. He stared at the handful of corn, then suddenly stepped forward, inconspicuously removed the statue from the altar, and gently set it aside.

The priest was obviously stunned, a trace of confusion and dissatisfaction flashed across his face. He looked up and asked, "Wait, what does this mean?"

"Hmm, I think we should try this—performing a sacrifice without facing the statue?" Xing Qingqi said, carrying the statue on his shoulder. The object on his shoulder was more like a piece of stone than a statue, without even a trace of carving, smooth and rough. Xing Qingqi's eyes swept thoughtfully over the priest's expression, observing his inner resistance and hesitation.

The young priest frowned and stared at Xing Qingjiu with a complicated expression, as if waiting for a more reasonable explanation.

"You don't have to think of this as a sacrifice," Xing Qingjiu said slowly, in a soothing tone. "I respect your beliefs, too. If you truly feel this is inappropriate, then don't consider what's next a sacrifice. Simply place the offerings, recite a few prayers, and go through the motions."

The priest's frown relaxed slightly, his gaze shifting between the corn and the removed statue, as if he were considering Xing Qingjiu's proposal. A hint of hesitation crossed his eyes, but he ultimately nodded and said softly, "Okay... since you insist..."

Xing Qingjiu nodded with satisfaction. This was actually the reason why, even though there were priests with more experience to choose from, he ultimately chose to invite a younger priest.

——The young priests’ faith was certainly not as strong as the old priests’. On the one hand, this ensured that the experiment would not encounter too much resistance from the priests. On the other hand, during such a long period of repetitive work, Xing Qingjiu used a large number of other images as statues in front of him, which to a certain extent reduced the priests’ impression of Inti.

Therefore, after the statue was finally removed, even if Xing Qingjiu did not remind him, the priest would not regard this process as a sacrificial activity to the god Inti, but as a job done for money.

Simply put, Xing Qingjiu found a way to eliminate the religious experience in the priest's mind.

Xing Qingyu slowly stepped aside and nodded slightly to indicate that the morning light shone through the gaps between the leaves, onto his body, casting a faint shadow on the ground.

The young priest swallowed, as if feeling guilty about this untraditional ritual, and he softly recited a prayer in Quechua.

After just two short prayers, the priest separated his hands slightly, and the process was over. There were no other religious acts. The priest's entire act was to place a handful of corn in the sun and recite two words to it.

But even though the process has been simplified beyond recognition, the corn is still endowed with spirituality.

At this point, the process can no longer be simplified. The only remaining elements are the offerings, the Quechua prayer, and direct sunlight. These three elements are absolutely irreducible. The prayer is strictly required to be in Quechua; any other language will not complete the ritual. And Xing Qingjiu confirmed that the sunlight must be natural; fluorescent lights will not work.

Only sacrificial activities that retain these three elements can give the sacrifice spirituality.

Thinking of this, Xing Qingjiu suddenly stepped forward, took out a small bag of peanuts, grabbed a handful, and scattered them carelessly on the altar.

"Try it again," Xing Qingfeng said casually, looking at the handful of scattered peanuts, as if this was just an ordinary experiment. "Recite a prayer to these peanuts and give it a try."

"Peanuts?" The young priest was stunned for a moment. His eyes moved back and forth between peanuts and Xing Qingjiu, and his lips pursed slightly. "Use... peanuts for sacrifice?"

"Yes, just recite two sentences," Xing Qingfeng said with a smile, "It's not a sacrifice, just two prayers."

The priest subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he quickly thought of the rewards Xing Qingjiu had been handing over to him over the past few days. Finally, he sighed, raised his eyes and looked at the altar, with some helplessness and numbness in his eyes.

The final words of the prayer echoed quietly in the morning light, but this time there was no spiritual response. The scattered peanuts on the altar remained lying quietly.

As the morning sun gradually illuminated the courtyard, Xing Qingjiu slowly changed the offerings over and over again. A young priest silently assisted him, placing rice, beans, wheat, and other grains one by one on the altar. With each change of offering, Xing Qingjiu instructed the priest to recite the prayers step by step, carefully observing the spiritual reaction of the offerings.

Light white rice, coarse wheat grains, and tiny green beans kept rotating on the offering table, but after the prayer was over, these things were motionless.

"Is the offering limited to corn...?" Xing Qingji nodded, memorized the final record, then sent the priest away and began to organize the records on hand.

"Well, that's basically it," Xing Qingfeng contacted Kenneth and said, "I've verified that the entire sacrificial process only requires three factors to be established: corn as the sacrifice, it must be exposed to natural sunlight, and the prayer must be in Quechua—"

"——How's the progress on your side?"

"I've almost confirmed it," Kenneth put down the magazine in his hand, stood up from the recliner and observed Weber who was busy not far away and the offering that faintly exuded spirituality. "In addition to these three factors, there should be a fourth factor -"

"—South American ancestry."

If Xing Qingfeng's experimental group explored the ritual steps, Kenneth's group screened and compared the performers. This was also based on their previous observations, which shaped their experimental direction. Even though modern rituals like the Sun Festival have been overshadowed by the complexities of modern religion, the success of these rituals proves that these complex procedures must have contained the original religious practices that made the sacrifices possible.

The screening of the performers was based on the assumption that Xing Qingfeng and the other two had been unable to complete the ritual no matter how hard they tried to replicate it. Therefore, Kenneth initially chose tourists from other places and even locals to perform the ritual.

——But all failed.

If Waver hadn't suggested trying ordinary people from the priest family first, perhaps the research would have been led astray by that old Spanish man.

——Kenneth's original guess was that it was the identity of the priest that made the entire sacrificial process possible, which could also explain why the Hispanic magician was also able to complete the sacrifice.

But subsequent experiments overturned this conjecture. Ordinary people from the same family who were not selected as priests also completed the sacrificial process, proving that the identity of the priest was not important at all.

What seems to be important is bloodline, but this contradicts the example of the old Hispanic man.

"—I haven't studied magic much in the past few years, but I've overlooked one thing," Kenneth said slowly. "For a magus, there are countless ways to transplant another's bloodline, haha."

"Magicians are just like that," Kenneth continued slowly. "Don't underestimate the products that have been created behind closed doors by successive generations of magic families over the years. You never know what mysterious results will pop up from nowhere."

"So, the clue goes back to that magician..." Xing Qingqiu pondered after hearing this. "If it's due to South American ancestry, then we can try genetic pedigree analysis..."

Genetic genealogy analysis, also known as genomic analysis, can trace a person's lineage and determine their ancestors' geographic distribution, ethnic characteristics, and family connections by detecting and analyzing specific genetic markers in DNA samples.

The most critical technology was completed in 2000, when the Human Genome Project completed the comprehensive sequencing of the human genome.

"Should we let Weber contact the relevant agencies?" Kenneth asked.