Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Zhang Jianping shook his head slightly, looking down at the bonfire, its flames dancing in the darkness, flickering. He didn't answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "As for qigong," he said with a slight sigh, "we've tried many methods, but in the end, we found that the biggest barrier to practicing the mystical art lies in the innate differences—"

"—In the West, they'd be called magic circuits, but here we call them meridians," Zhang Jianping explained flatly. "Those with meridians that can circulate Qi can connect to the Thought Plate and use the techniques. But most people, no matter what, can't get Qi to flow through their meridians, and thus can't realize the original vision of equality for all."

"From a more political perspective, the wave of promoting qigong is actually related to the occult research of both the US and the Soviet Union during their rivalry. It can be considered a response to this action." He paused, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated. "With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the occult research competition also ended—"

"—and because it was a hasty decision, a lot of unorthodox practices crept in when promoting qigong," Zhang Jianping snorted. "It took us quite a bit of effort to clean up the house, and even then there were still a lot of grime in the corners that we couldn't sweep clean."

"From a class perspective, we promote qigong to break the mystical monopoly," Zhang Jianping said seriously. "But innate differences mean we haven't been able to do that yet. In fact, as qigong becomes more popular, it might even create new classes and new oppressive relationships, which goes against our original intention."

"Objectively, we can't currently address this inherent disparity. Politically, the implementation of this plan has already caused more harm than good, so we halted it ten years ago." Zhang Jianping looked up at Xing Qingjiu, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but then he changed the subject and spoke with a slightly firmer tone, "But we haven't actually given up—"

"--Since there's no way to bridge the innate gap, then let's try to fill it with external things." Xing Qingqiu took over the conversation and said, "Am I right?"

"A gentleman is not born different; he is good at making use of things." Zhang Jianping was slightly stunned, then smiled approvingly and nodded gently. His voice was calm but a little excited. "We have turned our attention to the production of ceremonial clothing. The purpose of our trip to South America this time is to obtain materials that can be used for stable mass production and long-term development."

"It's very similar to the philosophy of Atlas Academy." Xing Qingfeng's voice was thoughtful, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on his knees. "Even if I lack magic circuits, I can still indirectly change the world through alchemy—"

"—But what if I could help the majority of people who originally weren't even qualified to stand at the starting line, now have the right to do so?"

Zhang Jianping sat up abruptly, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. He raised his voice slightly, "What did you say? Ling Mengshou, Fa..." But he quickly realized his gaffe, his frown relaxed slightly, and he whispered, "What do you mean?"

"That bug just now was called Yavalinti," Xing Qingqi said, the flames of the bonfire flickering, reflecting on his face, adding a touch of mystery. "Its extract can not only be used to make high-end ceremonial clothing, but if I'm guessing correctly, its most important function is actually—"

Zhang Jianping subconsciously held his breath and stared at him closely.

"——It can be used to create a pseudo-magic circuit, and it is a very good pseudo-magic circuit."

"What's the price?" Zhang Jianping was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice, his tone full of expectation and caution.

"Existing primitive technologies require either blood sacrifice or the bloodline of local people." Xing Qingfeng's voice was slightly low, but he quickly changed his tone. "But I've roughly grasped the principles. Give me the resources and talent, and I'm confident I'll have a viable improvement plan within ten years."

The bonfire glowed ever brighter, illuminating the surrounding jungle with a deeper depth. A faint rustle of branches could be heard among the trees. The air was filled with the scent of moist earth, occasionally wafted by the wind, bringing a hint of the fragrance of grass and trees. Zhang Jianping sat upright by the campfire, his hands folded, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees, his eyes serious and sharp. His gaze lingered on Xing Qingqi for a moment, as if he was trying to decipher every detail of his words.

"You're just empty promises," Zhang Jianping shook his head. His voice was low and echoed in the quiet jungle. "Everything you promised has yet to be realized, but what we're going to give you is real investment."

Xing Qingfeng didn't answer immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the bonfire, a flicker of deep thought in his eyes. The flickering flames reflected on his face, outlining his deep features. The air was heated by the bonfire.

"While the Yavarinti you provided is valuable, mass production remains a challenge," Zhang Jianping said in a steady voice. "Your promised mass production is confined to this place, and there's no proof of its realization. Under these circumstances, its value to us is actually less than that of ordinary cochineal."

"The technology you mentioned for creating pseudo-circuits is beyond our control, and improved solutions are nowhere in sight," Zhang Jianping continued. "It's just a vision, and it won't change our development policies. Our current focus remains on mass-producing ceremonial equipment—"

The flames in the bonfire flickered, and a hint of helplessness flashed across Xing Qingqi's eyes, but he did not rush to refute and remained silent.

"--I must admit that the value of these visions is enough for us to invest in you, but the initial investment scale may not be what you expect." Zhang Jianping paused and glanced at Xing Qingfeng. "It may only be enough to barely support the scale of a laboratory."

"You've already put me at the negotiating table, not as a Clock Tower or a vassal of the Atlas Academy." Xing Qingqiu said slowly, his tone without a trace of loss, but rather with a sense of confidence. "This is actually enough. As for investment, you will naturally be unable to resist increasing your investment when the time comes-"

"—After all, what I seek is cooperation and win-win results."

"The specific matters still need further discussion with the relevant parties, so I can't give you an accurate estimate yet." Zhang Jianping smiled and raised the wine jug in his hand, as if to signal the temporary end of the negotiations. His eyes fell on Xing Qingjiu, and his tone gradually became more relaxed. "But I believe we will work together one day—"

"--Let me introduce myself again," Zhang Jianping suddenly said, his voice carrying a hint of casual ease. "I'm a disciple of the master of Shushu Tower. Back when qigong was hot, I wrote a report on an experiment on how qigong affects molecular structure."

Xing Qingwu smiled and raised the wine jug in his hand. He tilted it slightly, and it clinked with Zhang Jianping's wine jug, making a crisp sound, and then he gently put it down.

"cheers."

"cheers."

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I briefly mentioned the qigong craze in China, which shouldn’t be too much of an overstep.

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Who gave me another tag of "Zou Xiu's Spiritual Inheritance"? That's too stupid.

Volume 80: Symbiosis: . Return

In Cusco in August, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth. Sunlight filtered through the thin air of the highlands, casting long, golden shadows across the city's stone streets. Despite the warm weather, the chill of the early morning still lingered, and the occasional mountain breeze brought a touch of coolness that blew across the city's buildings.

In a secluded corner not far from the city, on the second floor of an abandoned mansion, the once quiet rooms now appear bustling and cluttered. This was one of the bases attacked, and while the structure has been repaired, the walls still bear the scars of the explosion. The ivy that once covered the gray walls is gone, replaced by winding, crisscrossing black scorch marks left by the flames.

At this moment, Xing Qingfeng and his team were in the laboratory at the base. The windows were closed, and the air was slightly oppressive. The walls of the room had been repaired, but the original traces of the explosion and the scorch marks left by the flames were still clearly visible.

Guanyue Ringo stood before the reactor, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Through her delicate, porcelain-like face, she could see a pair of thoughtful, calm eyes. Her expression was focused and serious. The lab report in her hand was a bit charred, and the edges were slightly warped.

"Let's not talk about your attempt to synthesize organic matter using simple high-temperature, high-pressure smelting." Her voice was clear and calm, but faintly impatient. "Why is the temperature 2,000 degrees Celsius? The unit is wrong? Should it be Fahrenheit? Kelvin? That's not right. Even if it's 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit, the temperature is wrong. Why do you keep using 2,000 degrees and high pressure to smelt glucose—"

"—What the hell are you doing?"

"Uh..." Xing Qingyu scratched his face awkwardly, his fingers rubbing back and forth on his forehead. The tension in the air was almost palpable, but he did not forget to maintain a relaxed demeanor, trying to avoid the atmosphere being too depressing.

"The unit is indeed Celsius," he forced a smile and whispered, "What are you working on..."

"The crystals in ORT's Crystal Valley were shown to have a fiber-like structure made of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen," Xing Qingfeng said. "But the problem was that they were cellulose crystals made of a single sugar."

"Are you sure?" Guanyue Ringo asked, "What are the results of the MRI?"

"There's no signal for any glycosidic bond." Xing Qingyu quickly picked up the other reports he had placed on the table and flipped them open for her to see. "Neither the 1H-NMR spectrum nor the 13C-NMR spectrum showed any relevant signals."

"No glycosidic bonds?" Guanyue Ringo frowned slightly, clearly puzzled by the question. She paused for a moment, pondering what Xing Qingfeng had said. "And yet it maintains the long, cellulose-like chains?"

"I speculate that other structures may have replaced the function of the glycosidic bond," Xing Qingfeng said. "And considering that this substance releases a large amount of magical power when it decomposes by heating, I believe it may possess a universal structure that we haven't yet understood. I'll tentatively call it the 'magic bond.' The energy released or absorbed during its breaking and forming is very similar to the energy storage and release effects of most magical materials or ritual items."

"Magic Key?" Guanyue Ringo's tone didn't change much, but she was clearly interested in this new concept. She nodded slightly and said, "Hmm, it's indeed an interesting idea. Has the mineral research in the Department of Minerals reached this point?"

"It's just my personal research." Xing Qingfu adjusted his stance, clearly trying to gather his thoughts. "I think that since this substance is widely present in various gemstones used in mineral research, then theoretically it's possible to synthesize these crystals through certain technical means."

"Although what you said does make sense..." Guanyue Ringo nodded, still maintaining her gentle demeanor, only frowning slightly. She paused and continued, "But this doesn't seem to be the reason why you used 2,000 degrees Celsius to heat glucose."

"There's definitely a serious problem with the experimental design," Guanyue Ringo continued, "Didn't you ask a witch from the Botanical Department or a researcher of ordinary organic biology to take a look—"

"—Even a witch who has no knowledge of modern science would subconsciously feel something is wrong when she sees you using such a high temperature to cook sugar." She tilted her head. "Or is this how all your mineral science experiments are done?"

"This... is a minor problem in the experiment. It cannot be considered as a mistake in the experimental design," Xing Qingwu choked, and then he spoke a string of difficult-to-understand words, such as "theoretical scholars don't know how to design experiments" and "alchemy involving magic cannot be considered with common sense", which made everyone laugh, and the laboratory inside and outside was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"...Alas," Xing Qingyu finally sighed and said, "Okay, I admit that I know nothing about biology."

"Also, the artificial synthesis of these organic compounds still requires the use of corresponding enzymes," Guanyue Ringo continued. "In the chemical synthesis of sugars, there are indeed very few precedents that rely solely on chemical processes. Even more so for sugars involving magical power, it is even more difficult to find similar precedents for such a synthesis method—"

"--And, as you mentioned, this crystal at ORT also relies on producing enzymes first and then carrying out the reaction," Guanyue Ringo continued. "Since we have the corresponding enzyme-producing organs, it is actually more appropriate to conduct research in the direction of enzyme synthesis."

"So, if we want to get these crystals quickly, we have to mine them in Crystal Valley..." Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself. "We'll have to research isolation measures, but now that we know the conditions for inactivating this enzyme, safely entering Crystal Valley for logging shouldn't be difficult."

"It might take a long time to produce this enzyme," Guanyue Ringo said after a moment's silence. "A very, very long time. We do have a rough idea, though. We already have samples of organs that produce the corresponding enzyme. We can try to isolate the gene for the target enzyme and then transfer it into a suitable vector through gene cloning technology."

"Time isn't a problem," Xing Qingyu nodded seriously. "Also, I'll be keeping an eye on both of your physical and spiritual issues and researching solutions." His words were filled with conviction, clearly indicating he had already made plans for this matter. "As for the consultation fee, you don't have to worry about it."

"That Grand Puppet Master's consultation fee is quite high," she continued. "I won't negotiate with you about salary. Just don't withhold research funds and demand results, or let us starve to death—"

"—But there's one thing I need to explain in advance. My tone might be harsh, but I want us to make it clear right now. I'm especially emphasizing this point because you're a theoretical researcher," Guanyue Ringo said seriously. "Don't give me any free rein in my experiments."

"Theoretical research bosses usually think I'm capable of doing this," Guanyue Ringo continued, "but I don't want you to ask me to change the direction of my experiment or even withhold funding for some inexplicable reason."

"No problem," Xing Qingwu nodded slightly, then smiled, "As long as your request isn't too excessive, I'll approve your funding application."

"I used to be someone else's boss..." Guanyue Ringo sighed softly. She glanced at the scattered experimental data and reports on her desk and remained silent for a moment, as if lost in thought. Finally, she raised her head, her tone still somewhat relaxed. "Well, I hope we'll have a pleasant cooperation in the future, boss."

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Early morning light streamed through the glass windows into the airport hall, its soft sunlight illuminating the fine dust in the air. The airport was sparsely populated, with only a few tourists carrying large backpacks hurrying by, the sound of luggage carts echoing through the empty hall.

Xing Qingfu stood at one side of the airport hall, holding a black suitcase in his hand. He stood there casually, adjusted his clothes slightly, and then handed the suitcase to You Ruoyu.

"Are you going back to China now?" Xing Qingwu asked.

You Ruoyu took the suitcase, looked down at it, then raised her head with a bright smile, her eyes flashing with youth and vitality.

"Well, of course we have to report back immediately after completing the mission," she nodded vigorously. "Thank you. If it weren't for you, we might have ended up..."

"Haha, that's not the case yet." Xing Qingqiu chuckled softly, but still didn't mention that someone had been secretly protecting them. After the laugh, Xing Qingqiu stretched out his hand slightly, pretending to be relaxed, "Anyway, have a safe trip."

"Okay!" You Ruoyu's smile grew even brighter, her voice clear and melodious. She pulled her luggage onto the cart and turned to wave to Xing Qingjiu. "If you ever get the chance to come back to China, remember to visit Sichuan."

The moment You Ruoyu left the terminal, she turned back and waved to Xing Qingyu. Her figure gradually receded, disappearing at the end of the terminal. Xing Qingyu remained standing, gently raising his hand in return, until she disappeared into the crowd.

The morning sun streamed in from outside the airport lobby, penetrating the tall glass windows and illuminating the silent space. The sunlight blended with the tiny particles in the air, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere, as if the entire world were enveloped in this golden glow. Xing Qingfeng, however, stood by the lobby window, his gaze faraway, as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned to look at Zhang Jianping, who had appeared quietly beside him at some point.

"Why, you don't want to follow?" Xing Qingyu said in a flat tone.

Zhang Jianping appeared in Xing Qingjiu's sight. He was dressed in a simple dark coat, his figure erect, his face still showing a mature and steady temperament. He smiled slightly and then stretched, as if recovering from his deep thoughts.

"Showing up at a time like this will only dampen the child's self-confidence," Zhang Jianping whispered, his voice calm and experienced. "Letting young people go out and hone their skills and gain experience doesn't mean we should let them lose their edge—"

"——This sharpness needs to be properly polished to be revealed. If it is not polished enough or polished too hard, it will become dull."

Zhang Jianping leaned closer to the window, his gaze fixed on the distant sky, where a plane was slowly taxiing. "After all, those of us who practice divination should possess the pride of embodying the will of Heaven." He turned and looked at Xing Qingjiu, his eyes brimming with calm confidence. "That kid's problem is he's too eager for success. He appears to be timid, but in reality, he's impulsive and impulsive. It's a common problem among the young people in our divination building."

"Oh? But I remember she called herself Feng Shui Tower?" Xing Qingwu asked with interest.

"Feng Shui isn't that different," Zhang Jianping said softly, shaking his head. "But the young people in Feng Shui House are often quite lazy. They like to go with the flow and don't act until they see the rabbit." He changed the subject, adding a hint of helplessness, "So we threw this child into Feng Shui House, hoping that she would mellow out her temper a little."

"But we need to find a way to inspire the young people in Fengshui Building and sharpen their spirit. After all, there are not so many favorable circumstances to rely on." Zhang Jianping said, looking out the window at the vast sky, as if thinking about something. "No matter what, in the end, we still have to rely on ourselves to change the world."

"What do you mean?" Xing Qingyu asked casually in a calm tone.

"Hahaha, if you get the chance to come back to China, I'll show you around and you'll understand." Zhang Jianping suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "On the Yangtze River in Hubei, we're going to build the world's largest water conservancy project in human history."

"Are you talking about the Three Gorges?" Xing Qingwu asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Yes, it's the Three Gorges." Zhang Jianping nodded, his eyes revealing a sense of confidence and pride. "Right now, due to the sensitivity of your identity, I can't let you visit these unfinished projects. But I believe that as our cooperation progresses, sooner or later I will be able to host you there—"

"—Then it will be my turn to buy you a drink."

"That's good." Xing Qingwu smiled and bent down slightly. "By the way, have you decided on a location? Are we going through Peru or Brazil?"

"The lab will probably be located in Brazil," Zhang Jianping replied. "There are a lot of Asians in Brazil, so our presence won't be too noticeable. However, it may take some time for it to be officially established. We'll have to slowly operate it under the guise of investment, and then build the research institute through subsidiaries and other means."

Xing Qingwu nodded, as if he had already envisioned a blueprint for the future in his mind.

"How long will it take approximately?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on the sunlight outside the window and the flying plane.

"If it's fast, less than two years," Zhang Jianping replied, a glint of hope in his eyes. "The higher-ups are paying quite a bit of attention to this place, too."

"It's faster than I thought." Xing Qingwu smiled slightly, looking at the sun gradually rising outside the window, a hint of emotion in his eyes, "It feels like there are more and more things to do."

Zhang Jianping also looked out the window, as if silently lamenting all the changes and the possibilities of the future. He sighed softly and said slowly, "This is the beginning."

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That’s about it for the end. I’ll sort out the contents of this volume later to see if I need to open another chapter to organize the results.

Well, this volume still has some issues, but overall I think it's quite satisfactory. The transition from the humanities to the ecology is pretty smooth.

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By the way, I recommend this book, which is Type-Moon's harem-oriented novel "The Wrong Place, But I Have a Heroic Spirit Panel"

Summary:

The boy who woke up from the crystal and became Arthur Pendragon ran into Astraea and joined her clan.

The labyrinth city of Orario—a vast metropolis with magnificent dungeons filled with terrifying monsters. It is also the stage for heroes to unfold their epic stories under the witness of the gods!

It is now three years before the story begins. Liu is assassinating the enemies of the dark faction, Ais has just been upgraded to Lv.5, Hestia has not yet descended to the mortal world, and Bell is still staying in the countryside with Zeus.

Possessing the Realm Record Belt, a skill that allows them to gain the power of Heroic Spirits, Arthur and Astraea return to the labyrinth city of Orario.

It is our duty to restore the glory of the Astralia family!

PS: If you are not good at introduction, please move to the main text

Volume 81: Symbiotic Relationships: (End of Volume)

Xing Qingqiu sat at his simple laboratory desk, his notebook densely filled with speculations and analyses. The atmosphere in the lab was quiet and solemn, illuminated only by a single desk lamp, casting a warm glow across his blank page. Outside, the tropical jungle of South America was still vibrant. Morning light filtered through the leaves, gently swaying, and the occasional bird song filled the air. The air outside was moist and earthy, mingling with the fragrance of tropical plants.

Xing Qingqiu stared at the blank pages of his notebook, his fingertips gently pressing against the pen as his thoughts raced through his mind. His gaze lingered on his previously written speculation, and a new idea gradually emerged: "If the gods of South America are also alien life forms," he wrote slowly on the paper, "then the bacteria-like organisms in most South American ecosystems may be the remnants of these alien life forms."

"Considering that ORT descended around 1,000 B.C., we can infer that the gods of South America were still active in this land until the first year of the Common Era," Xing Qingqiu continued, his handwriting gradually becoming more coherent. He paused, thought for a moment, and continued, "Based on the records of the Magic Association, we can infer that the decline of the Age of Gods in South America was much slower than that in Europe. This phenomenon may be partly attributed to South America's relatively closed geographical environment."

"The bacteria-like organisms that are widespread in South American ecosystems might be seen as signs of divine intervention in this land and its civilization." He paused, picked up his pen, and continued, "But I have a bolder hypothesis—these alien life forms might be the degenerated forms of the former South American gods."

"This is my completely irresponsible, subjective conjecture," Xing Qingqiu continued to ponder these speculations, his pen lightly moving across the paper. "And considering the algae areas outside the ORT and the presence of Yahualinti, they are clearly closely connected to South American mythology. If we can perform genomic analysis on specific biological samples from these ecosystems, especially comparing protein sequences, we may find more evidence to further support this hypothesis."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Also, I have another guess - the belief systems of the three major civilizations in South America - the Inca civilization, the Mayan civilization, and the Aztec civilization - may have originated from the same pantheon."

"Just as the ancient Greek pantheon, despite significant changes in names and images during the Roman Empire's succession, maintained a core similarity, the South American pantheon may have undergone a similar evolution: different cultures or ethnic groups, when inheriting the same deity, may have given it different belief systems and images based on their own needs and understandings."

"If this hypothesis is correct," Xing Qingqi wrote in his final words, "then from the perspective of ecology and genomics, all proteins in the South American ecosystem that are not naturally produced on Earth may have high similarities in certain key gene regions or protein sequences."

Xing Qingqiu put down his pen and stretched slightly, loosening his stiff shoulders. He had been sitting at his lab table for a long time, his expression strained with concentration. His notebook was still densely filled with his speculations and analyses. A few pens lay scattered on the table, along with some chemical bottles and test tubes used for experiments. Through the bottles, one could see the liquid inside swaying slightly, reflecting the light from the desk lamp.