Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

However, she was interrupted by Guanyue Ringo, who suddenly called out with a hint of anxiety in her eyes: "I want to ask you, is Patricia okay?"

"That's not bad," Xing Qingqiu paused thoughtfully, then continued, "Before we find out exactly what she did, we definitely won't torture her or force a confession, let alone resort to brutal methods like soul searching and brainwashing."

Hearing this, Guanyue Ringo slowly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his guard, and raised his hands weakly above his head, signaling, "I surrender... We are willing to..."

Before she could finish her words, the weakness brought on by the tension washed over her like a tide. Guanyue Ringo felt her vision go dark, her body swaying slightly, and then she collapsed against the tree trunk next to her, completely losing consciousness.

"...Huh?" Xing Qingyu was slightly startled. Looking at her collapsed figure, he couldn't help but mutter, "What's going on? I haven't even done anything yet. Is this a scam?"

Okita Souji sighed, sheathed his sword, and walked forward to carefully pick up the unconscious Guanyue Ringo. She glanced coldly at Xing Qingqiu and said in a deep voice, "Since Miss Guanyue trusts you so much, I hope you are truly willing to cooperate. Otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Qingqi had already stepped forward and placed his hand on Guanyue Ringo's forehead, his movements smooth and natural. Okita Souji immediately tensed up, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, almost subconsciously wanting to draw his sword to stop him.

"Calm down," Xing Qingqiu glanced at her casually before returning his attention to Guanyue Ringo. He gently closed his eyes, sensing the faint breath of her soul, a hint of surprise in his expression. "How can this soul, so damaged as it is, still be alive... still able to communicate lucidly, and even retain its memories?"

"Who patched this? That's impressive..." Xing Qingqiu exclaimed. "Tsk... Such a unique case, I feel like I could write several articles about it."

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Two of the three lines have merged, and the last line will also merge when we officially explore the Amazon rainforest. So far, the first half of the story has been completely concluded, and most of the foreshadowing questions have been raised. The next step is to answer the questions.

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Volume 37: Endosymbiosis: . Bone Marrow

In late June, sunlight streamed through the dense canopy of trees in the South American rainforest, casting dappled shadows. The moist air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation, and from afar, the occasional chirp of birds and the rustling of small creatures could be heard. Xing Qingqiu walked ahead at a leisurely pace, the fallen leaves and dead branches beneath his feet making a gentle crunch. He seemed unhurried, even glancing up at the sky from time to time.

He actually has a faster way to reach his destination. Going through imaginary space and Hilbert space is undoubtedly the most time-saving option.

——But he couldn't guarantee that these two people could maintain their self-awareness without relying on external assistance in the imaginary space, and he couldn't guarantee that after they came out of the Hilbert space, if the other two got stuck in the wall, they would be able to be safe like himself.

"Forget it, let's walk back." Xing Qingfu muttered to himself as he lifted the woolen shawl hanging on his shoulders to cool down. Although his expression was impatient, he did not stop.

Behind him, Okita Souji held the unconscious Kanzuki Ringo in his arms, his steps brisk but steady. Her sword, now hung back at her waist, swayed slightly, perfectly synchronizing with her steps. The rainforest ground was muddy and full of obstacles, but she treaded on it as if it were flat ground, unfazed by the presence of another person in her arms.

Xing Qingqiu glanced at her, feeling a little relieved. Bringing these two people related to Patricia back would surely increase their willingness to cooperate, or at least stop hiding things.

If this is still hidden, then Xing Qingyu can only brainwash her or find a way to capture her entire family.

After a few hours, the rainforest gradually gave way to low shrubs and desolate gravel roads. In the distance, nestled among the mountains, the outline of Cusco loomed. The sunlight shone against the red-tiled roofs of the ancient city, creating a scene of harmony between antiquity and nature.

However, when they finally arrived at their base in Cusco, Xing Qingfeng suddenly felt quite embarrassed.

"—What the hell is going on?" Xing Qingqiu stood in front of the shattered wooden door, his brow furrowed so sharply it could have pinched a mosquito to death. His workshop, from the outside, didn't appear to have sustained any serious damage, but the shattered windows, charred edges, and plumes of black smoke wafting from within all hinted at some kind of accident.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky—it was clear, with no sign of rain or thunder. He then looked down at the ground. The soil around him showed no signs of being trampled, but the air at the workshop door was filled with an unsettling smell of burning.

"Uh, is this your workshop...?" Okita Souji asked with a hint of uncertainty, taking a step back while holding Ringo Kanzuki. "Why does it feel like, something exploded?"

"Don't be so rude," Xing Qingyu covered his forehead and took a deep breath, "It looks like... there should be only a small problem inside."

"You call this a small problem?" Okita Souji glanced at the twisted window frame and the charred edges with some doubt.

"Of course," Xing Qingqi grinned, trying to maintain a calm tone, "You are not an alchemist, so of course you don't understand. Explosions are normal for us." As he said that, he carefully approached the door and tried to peek inside.

However, just as he approached the door frame, he was choked by the thick black smoke coming from the surface of the Yingyinlingyi⒎罒洽酒3 () dam and coughed several times.

"Ah... maybe... some kind of reaction is not under control?" He turned around and forced a smile, obviously not even believing himself.

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Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds above the high mountains, casting a cacophony of light and shadow on the stone walls of another settlement, a mottled effect resembling a canvas weathered by time. The settlement lay in a secluded valley, surrounded by tall eucalyptus trees and wild vines. A few insects flitted low in the humid air, emitting a faint hum. The ground outside the stone hut was covered with dead leaves, rustling softly with every step.

The interior looked even more dilapidated. The simple earthen walls were pitted and eroded by wind and frost. Scattered spiderwebs clung to the wooden beams of the roof, and moss crept along the corners, tinting the entire space with a dark green. A few rough wooden pieces of furniture lay within, their surfaces scratched and mottled, their edges beginning to crack. A dim, yellow magic lantern hung on the wall, flickering intermittently, its light flickering on and off, illuminating the corners of the room.

The air was filled with the damp, decaying smell of earth, mingled with the stench of burning flesh and the lingering odor of burnt flesh. In the center of the floor, Isidro's body lay like a discarded rag. His clothing was charred black, the tattered fabric barely clinging to him. His skin was cracked with varying depths, and the exposed flesh was a strange black-red. The corpse still emanated a faint warmth, like a recently extinguished coal.

"So that old man somehow got up again, and then, with his magic circuits completely destroyed, he continued to cast Pyroblasts almost without pause?" Xing Qingfeng leaned against the wooden table, tapping his fingers sporadically as his gaze scanned the corpse without emotion. He gently nudged Isidro's shoulder with the tip of his shoe, as if to confirm whether he was truly dead.

"Well, I was about to pull his soul out, but he ended up burning it all up." Kenneth stood by the wall, arms folded. Although his expression appeared calm, his brow furrowed slightly, revealing a hint of annoyance. "It was indeed a bit sudden, and I didn't react immediately, so he ended up blowing up the stove."

"Is Weber okay?" Xing Qingyu stopped what he was doing and looked up at Kenneth. "How is he?"

"It's not a big deal, he just needs to be taken care of." Kenneth pondered for a moment, then added, "This kid has been really unlucky these past two days. Once this is over, give him a six-month leave."

If Weber could hear these words at this moment, he would probably be so happy that he would jump up from the hospital bed and perform a backflip.

Unfortunately, he is still unconscious in another room.

Xing Qingyu then lowered his head to look at the corpse, his tone returning to calm, "As long as he's alright. So, this old man is completely finished this time, right?"

"The soul is burned out." Kenneth took a step forward and leaned over to observe the corpse. His voice was as flat as if he was describing the weather today. "The body may still have some activity, but activity does not equal life. Simply put, he is indeed dead and cannot be deader."

"What a shame." Xing Qingfeng sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, as if to relieve the fatigue from walking for so long. His eyes fell back on the corpse, a hint of interest in them. "I had been planning to brainwash this old man and then take my time, to see if I could pry something out of him. Now that his soul is burned, if something is lost with it, it would be a huge loss—"

"--But there's no such thing as human rights when it comes to corpses. This saves us the trouble." He paused, "Otherwise, we'd have to hypnotize him into signing a consent form for an autopsy or something."

"At least he should have another set of structures similar to the magic circuit in his body." Xing Qingfeng squatted down and used his fingers to push aside Isidro's charred clothes. He scanned the corpse, carefully searching for clues while muttering softly, "Otherwise, there's no reason why he could still cast spells with the magic circuit cut off."

"That's the theory." Kenneth nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "But I remember you examined his body before and didn't find any similar structures, right?"

Xing Qingwu stopped what he was doing, looked up and exchanged glances with Kenneth, his expression becoming more cautious. "Yes. But it seems we need another autopsy to confirm it. If he tricks me again, I'll look foolish."

Xing Qingfu stood up, shook off the coke residue on his fingers, turned and walked to the corner of the room, where there was a wooden table that could barely be called an "operating table", and it was piled with tools.

"Are the equipment complete?" Xing Qingwu asked, looking at the tools.

"It's nothing special that it's fully equipped. This place was originally used as a temporary storage facility for my belongings. It should be more than enough for dissecting a corpse." Kenneth glanced at the tools on the table, then scanned the room before adding, "But the environment still needs a little tidying up."

"Okay, hurry up." Xing Qingyu nodded, turned around and flexed his wrist, his voice filled with impatience: "Finish the autopsy quickly so we can still get to the Amazon in time. If we can find some clues from this old man's body, we can then match it with other intelligence."

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The lighting in the room had been adjusted to the perfect level. The dim magic lamps had been replaced with several talisman-enhanced light sources, casting a clear yet gentle white light, illuminating every detail around the dissecting table. The wooden dissecting table was covered with an impermeable alchemical cloth, engraved with runes to block out the smell of corruption. The edges of the cloth were meticulously nailed to the surface. Dissecting tools were neatly arranged beside them, their silver light casting a cool chill that reflected the room's subtle chill.

Xing Qingjiu stood nearby, wearing a makeshift protective suit, his gloved hands examining each glass jar. He adjusted the jars, ensuring the magic solution within would perfectly preserve the dissected organs. Kenneth stood at the dissecting table, looking down at Isidro's body. He had changed into a short, cloak-like robe more suitable for dissection, with the cuffs tightened and the gloves fitting snugly to prevent any accidental contamination.

"Let's get started." Xing Qiqiu O ?Bawusi Liu⑻Qi》⑺Qingfan handed over a sharp scalpel, and the runes flowing on the blade glowed slightly.

Kenneth took the scalpel, looking down at it for a second. The blade gently scraped across the charred skin of Isidro's chest. As the runes circulated, the blade easily cut through the charred tissue, revealing the deep red flesh beneath. A faint, burnt smell filled the air again.

"It's even more charred than I expected," Kenneth muttered, his eyes following the blade. With deft technique, he opened the chest cavity, revealing the heart, lungs, stomach, liver, and other organs one by one. The surface still bore some scorch marks, but the interior was surprisingly intact.

Xing Qingqi deftly placed a glass jar filled with magic solution next to the dissection table and handed Kenneth a pair of forceps to remove the first organ. As he worked, he whispered, "It looks like normal internal organs, but the even charring is a bit unnatural. It must be the work of magic."

"Other than that, the internal organs seem fine..." Kenneth nodded, his hands moving without a moment's hesitation. He carefully removed the organs one by one, marking each one with a silver needle, and then placed them in glass jars to soak.

As he removed the heart, his brow furrowed slightly. This heart was noticeably larger than an average person's, its surface deeply textured, even covered in densely packed text. Kenneth wiped away any remaining material from the heart's surface and leaned in for a closer inspection.

"What's engraved on it?" Xing Qingwu asked.

"Is this... Spanish?" Kenneth muttered, his eyes fixed on the words. "It looks like a prayer, but also a bit like the seal of a contract."

"What about the circuit?" Xing Qingyu nodded and adjusted the position of the light to focus on the chest cavity. "Without the circuit supplying and connecting the magic base, I probably still can't use magic."

"Let's mark the heart first," Kenneth quickly took out a small recording magic tool and wrote down the words one by one. Then he immersed the heart in magic solution and sealed it in a glass jar. "Since there is an abnormality on the heart, there must be something connected to it."

The subsequent dissection progressed rapidly, the two men working together to untangle the body's vascular, lymphatic, and nervous systems. However, these structures appeared identical to those of an ordinary human. Kenneth frowned, a hint of confusion flashing across his eyes. "Nothing special..."

"Impossible," Xing Qingfeng muttered as he sorted through the organ samples. "To be able to release magic after the magic circuits are completely destroyed, there must be some other system supporting it."

"Hmm... the last remaining suspect, after the brain, is the spinal cord." Kenneth paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to the body's spine. He pulled out a slender probe, and after applying a magical touch, he penetrated each vertebra, examining it one by one. His movements were cautious and slow, until the probe entered the spinal cord's marrow, where his hand paused.

"There's something wrong here," he whispered, taking out a small cutting tool and beginning to dissect the spine. The bone marrow, exposed to the air, normally ranges from pale yellow to reddish-brown in color, but within this corpse's bone marrow, a bright red, abnormal substance was scattered, resembling either flowing blood or solidified crystals.

"What is this?" Xing Qingyu leaned forward to observe. He reached out and took a small sample tube, extracted a small amount of red substance with a pipette, and put it into the tube and sealed it.

"If there are no other abnormalities..." Kenneth released the tool in his hand, took a half step back, and took off his gloves, "Then this should be the core of the replacement magic circuit--"

"—After all, it looks very similar to the so-called magic marrow fluid from before, both of which were injected into the spinal cord." Xing Qing continued to collect samples with the aspirator. "If it's real, it looks much brighter than the magic marrow fluid. Normally, there's not even the slightest magical reaction. Even I was fooled."

"But how do you think this thing works as a magic circuit?" Xing Qingqiu continued to ask casually, "Is it the type that only unfolds after being activated, or is it..."

"It could also be Age of Gods magic," Kenneth continued. "If it's not connected to the magic base, this function wouldn't be necessary."

"We'll have to study this slowly," Xing Qingfeng said, looking at Isidro, who had been completely torn into pieces. "But I have a hunch—"

"—We might be on the verge of discovering something that will completely overturn the theory of bloodline in the magical world."

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Suddenly I found that my book has a label of "Xingyueshixianghongtu". Which book friend put it there? Damn it.

Volume 38: Endosymbiosis: . Your Brain

The dimly lit laboratory was so quiet that only the rhythmic hum of the thermostat and Xing Qingfeng's breathing could be heard. The air was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant and the pungent lingering aroma of burned alcohol, blending into a unique aroma unique to the dissection room. A laboratory table in the corner was filled with various instruments, and the glassware gleamed coldly in the dim light.

Xing Qingqi hunched slightly, his elbows resting firmly on the edge of the lab table, his back slightly arched, his head pressed against the microscope eyepiece. His left eye, as shimmering as a gem, shone faintly at the edge of the microscope, occasionally emitting a fluid green hue, providing additional visual aid.

"There's a cellular structure... but why is it so motionless? The tiny vesicles and organelles inside the cells seem to be motionless too..." He murmured, his tone tinged with confusion and curiosity. He shifted slightly, raising his head from the microscope, his eyes thoughtful. His right hand subconsciously tightened the pen in his hand, twirling it around as if by habit, before flicking a trail of ink across his clothes.

Xing Qingqi raised his head, glanced at the ink stain with a hint of annoyance, frowned, and casually dropped his pen on the table, turning his attention back to the microscope. The dim light reflected on the red substance on the slide, and the blurred outlines of the cells appeared unusually clear in the aperture.

"Is this deactivation?" Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself, a hint of uncertainty. He rubbed his temples, as if trying to sort out some messy thoughts in his mind.

He lowered his head and moved closer to the microscope again, adjusting the focus. The cell morphology in the field of view became clearer.

"But this thing doesn't look like a human cell. The shape of the nucleus..." Xing Qingqi frowned slightly, his tone a mixture of confusion and excitement. He shifted his gaze slightly, and the abnormality of the cell nucleus became more obvious: there seemed to be a crack-like structure in the nuclear membrane, like some unstable biological feature.

"Strange." He muttered, tapping the lab table with the pen cap, making a short "tap." He sat up again and looked up at the glass sample on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

"But I still can't see anything specifically wrong. I should have read more biology-related materials earlier..." He muttered to himself, removing the slide from the microscope and carefully placing it in a constant temperature box. He then stood up and stretched, his joints making slight "crackling" sounds.

"Damn it! I'm not even thirty yet, and my joints are making so much noise after just sitting there for so long," Xing Qingfeng complained unhappily. "The level of simulation is a bit too high. I really need to find an opportunity to revamp it."

"I'll have to send it to a relevant research institute for a closer look," Xing Qingfeng muttered, wiping his hair with his right hand and shaking his head slightly. "Alas, finding a trustworthy research institute is such a hassle. It would be so much easier if I were a jack of all trades..."

His gaze fell back on the incubator where the slide samples were, a hint of regret in his eyes. "It's a pity that these are all inactivated, otherwise I would really like to see how they would react when exposed to magic."

With a hint of reluctance in his heart, he raised his right hand, his fingertips glowing slightly, and injected a little magic into the glass. This was a casual attempt, more out of entertainment and a last ditch effort.

After injecting magic power, he watched silently for a few seconds, finding no reaction from the cells. Their inactive state was as still as stagnant water. He sighed softly, slowly returned the slide to the box, and closed the thermostat lid. He removed the Demon Eye from his left eye socket and waited a few seconds before an emerald green crystal suddenly emerged from the socket, filling it, and finally transforming into an eyeball made of flesh and blood.

"We can only preserve it as much as possible and use it as a structural sample for subsequent observation." Xing Qingyu shook his head and sighed, then turned and walked out of the laboratory.

The lab's warm yellow light enveloped the small space, and the lingering scent of disinfectant seemed even stronger. A thermostat stood quietly on a corner of the lab table, its surface reflecting a subtle glow. Everything around them was so quiet it seemed frozen in time. Yet, in this dead silence, a faint red glow began to emanate from the surface of the glass sample. As faint as a candle in the wind, it clearly shattered the stillness.

The light slowly spread from the center of the slide to its edges, as if some life force, poised to burst forth, was awakening in the darkness. The red light illuminated the cells with exceptional vividness, like fresh blood glistening under a microscope light, faintly revealing an unusual vitality.

"boom--"

The laboratory's wooden door was suddenly flung open, the crash reverberating throughout the room. Xing Qingfeng rushed in, his steps hurried and frantic, his eyes gleaming with uncontrollable excitement.

"…What the hell?" he murmured, his tone tinged with surprise and curiosity. He quickly walked to the incubator, nimbly opened the lid, and carefully removed the slide. His eyes were fixed on the slide, carefully examining the red cells that had "come back to life."

The red light gently enveloped the sample on the glass slide, and the originally dormant cells began to wriggle at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if suddenly reviving from deep stillness.

"Is it... dormant?" Xing Qingqi raised an eyebrow, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He placed the slide back under the microscope, his fingers rapidly turning the focus knob. The cell morphology under the microscope suddenly became clear.

The red cells in his field of vision were unusually vibrant, the cracks in their nuclei healing at a visible rate, like a living organism rapidly recovering from trauma. A faint film of light even emerged from the cell membrane, as if swirling around it with some unknown energy. He stared intently at the scene, the light in his eyes growing ever brighter. His fingers tapped unconsciously on the lab table, a short, clacking sound echoing through the empty laboratory.

"No wonder it consumes so much magic power..." He muttered to himself, and moved his hand to the microscope with a little excitement, as if he couldn't wait to get into the cell to find out.

However, he did not rush to continue injecting magic power, but quietly observed the subsequent reactions of the cells.

Breathing-like fluctuations

After a period of quiet, the cells under the microscope suddenly began to wriggle rapidly in a strange rhythm. Xing Qingqi keenly noticed that a faint magical energy was emanating from the cells, spreading rapidly like steam, and the cells' movement slowed down.

As the concentration of the escaping magic power gradually increased, the cells' movements slowed again, as if they had reached a state of saturation. However, when the magic power concentration reached a certain threshold, the cells suddenly became active again, rapidly absorbing the surrounding magic power. With subtle changes in the cell's internal structure, its movement rhythm accelerated again.

"Interesting," Xing Qingfeng muttered, his gaze fixed on the scene beneath the microscope, his excitement growing stronger. He had keenly grasped a pattern: whenever the surrounding magic power was depleted, the cells' movement would gradually stagnate, but once the dissipated magic power accumulated to a sufficient concentration, they would become active again.

The red blood cells under the microscope gradually slowed their movements, like a flickering candle about to go out. The concentration of surrounding magic power gradually decreased over time, completely absorbing the previously dissipated magic power. However, the cells' activity became increasingly sluggish, as if entering some kind of inevitable trough.

Xing Qingyu watched all this quietly, even breathing cautiously. His hand hovered over the adjustment knob of the microscope, but he didn't press it, simply observing the final reaction of the cells intently.

As the last trace of magic dissipated, the faint film of light outside the cell membrane completely disappeared, and the cell's peristalsis gradually stopped, becoming as still and silent as it had been at the beginning. Under the microscope, silence once again fell. The cracked cell nuclei remained in their healed state, but there was no sign of any vital flow.

"Fell asleep again?" Xing Qingfeng frowned and stepped back slightly, a hint of regret in his eyes. "But it's also true. It's normal for this cycle to not continue without external energy input."

He turned off the microscope, gently removed the slide from the stage, and carefully placed it back in the incubator. This time, he deliberately added a magical barrier to ensure that the cells would not react to external energy changes.

After closing the lid of the thermostat, he straightened up and looked out the window at the already setting sun. He rubbed his sore shoulders vigorously and whispered to himself:

"What's this? They go dormant after running out of energy. Magic is like oxygen to them? It's a pity that I don't have the conditions or the ability to continue the experiment..."

His eyes fell on the incubator, where the glass slides lay quietly, forming a sharp contrast with the dramatic changes just now.

"Well, at least my work wasn't in vain." Xing Qingwu sighed softly, reached out and turned off the lights in the laboratory, leaving only the small indicator light on the thermostat box flickering slightly in the darkness.

"That's it." Xing Qingfu muttered softly, carefully placing the reagent bottle in his hand back into the storage cabinet.