Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Belsac shook his head, his voice still low. "Unfortunately, this mechanism isn't convenient enough to reveal the details. We can only reveal which taboos have been violated." He paused, a hint of apology in his eyes. "Perhaps this may offend you. Please consider this as the gravekeeper's privilege."

Xing Qingyu nodded, his expression remaining calm, but his mind was rapidly analyzing Belsac's words. "Hmm... it's just a vague perception, so there's no way to accurately judge..." he thought to himself. "This system sounds pretty rudimentary. I feel like there are a lot of ways to bypass the detection mechanism."

After learning about the identification method, his first reaction was that there was a loophole to be exploited. This was the thought process of Xing Qingjiu, the legendary alchemist in the Clock Tower (not many people know about it yet, and he only has four students).

"However, it's difficult to completely abide by the taboos," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and continued to ask with a hint of casualness in his tone, "Is it true that no one in the village would go out late at night?"

Belsac was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Almost never, but to say there's absolutely no such thing is impossible." His gaze remained fixed on Xing Qingqi's face, as if observing his reaction. "Like a child running away, or someone occasionally breaking a rule—"

"——However, this time, two offenses were violated."

"It's unlikely that the villagers would violate both of the taboos at the same time, knowing full well what they are doing," Xing Qingqiu replied casually. "They're already in the village, so it's impossible for them to violate the rule of praying to Black Maria. And if they were to violate both, they'd definitely be breaking the rule of not being allowed to go out—"

"—Did anyone approach the cemetery or the swamp last night?"

Belsac neither confirmed nor denied it, but just quietly observed Xing Qingjiu. After a moment's silence, Belsac spoke again:

"Can you confirm your purpose again?" Belsac asked.

Xing Qingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, his face remaining calm. "I won't get involved in any affairs of the village. Weber and I have an agreement," he said. "Until he leaves here, I won't interfere with his actions—"

"—I'm just a little worried, so I followed," Xing Qingfeng continued. "My bottom line for not taking action is that he dies once. If he's on the verge of death, I'll have to help him, right?"

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From here on, the story of the "first time" coming to the cemetery in the original book will be quickly passed, and then the protagonist will deal with things for Weber that he did not notice the first time.

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By the way, I recommend this book, "Oda Nobukatsu Wants to Make a Difference in the Moon World"

The introduction is as follows:

"My dear friends, do you have any good ideas?"

In the main hall, Oda Nobukatsu sat upright and asked his civil and military officials with a worried look on his face.

"Nobu! Nobu!"

Many strange creatures that were completely unlike those in the real world began to speak enthusiastically.

Looking at this chaotic farce that was like a vegetable market, Xinsheng, as a person serving these ministers, suddenly felt pressured.

He was a good-for-nothing in his previous life, but he traveled through time and space to become a heroic spirit who transcended ordinary people.

Unfortunately, this Heroic Spirit was clearly not very good, and his Spiritual Bases were all in bulk.

Now the Chaldean army is about to come and suppress this "rebel" against human nature.

As a master who had fought in Chaldea for three years, he knew very well that this kind of activity that popped up from nowhere was as weak to the master as a brat facing a big cart.

But we have no choice but to resist. Once these bulk spiritual bases are repatriated, not even the ashes will be left.

He didn't dare to bet whether Valhalla would accept him.

Fortunately, he is not without the capital to resist.

"You didn't expect that, Chaos Evil? I've brought all the warehouses from my past life. With these two-digit Holy Grails, if you can clear half of the map, you win!"

Volume 22: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Fishing Master

"I understand." Belsac nodded after a moment's silence, his voice low and slow. Then, as if pondering how to proceed, his gaze wandered around the room, finally settling on the tackle box at Xing Qingqi's feet. The wooden surface of the box was somewhat worn, but a hint of fresh dust still clung to the edges, evidently from recent wiping. The lock was slightly rusted, revealing that it hadn't been used for a long time.

Belsac's gaze lingered on the tackle box for a few seconds, then slowly lifted up and fell on Xing Qingqi's face again.

"Are you planning to go fishing this afternoon?" Belsac asked, a hint of concern in his tone. His voice echoed in the small room, sounding a little dull.

Xing Qingqi smiled, a look of relief on his face. He bent down and gently dusted off the tackle box, even though he had just wiped it. Then he stood up, looked at Belsac, and said:

"I certainly won't go near the swamp," he said. "I remember the village taboos very well—"

"—I plan to go down the mountain and follow the mountain road to the depression between the ridges. I remember seeing a small lake in the distance when I went up the mountain before," Xing Qingfeng continued, with a hint of anticipation in his tone, "It seems like a good fishing spot."

"Let's bring two more bottles of wine and go fishing while we drink," Xing Qingwu said leisurely. "This vacation is going to be so enjoyable."

Belsac nodded slightly, leaning back in his chair, his hands folded across his chest, as if recalling something. The air in the room seemed frozen, with only the flame of the oil lamp swaying in the breeze, making a slight crackling sound.

"Well... when you go down from the village, turn slightly in another direction and you'll soon see a fork in the road. It's a different road from the one that went down the mountain. It's also called Miner's Track," Belsac said in a low and slow voice as he recalled. "If you follow that path for a distance, you should see this sign. Then keep going and after a while you'll see a big lake—"

"-The fish there are fat, and it's easier to travel back and forth." Belsac said with a hint of relief in his tone.

Xing Qingfeng nodded, a look of gratitude on his face. He picked up the tackle box and gently patted its surface, as if to confirm its weight. "Thank you for your advice," he said with a hint of a smile. "I won't bother you anymore. We can't waste this afternoon."

Belsac said nothing more, only nodded, his gaze still fixed on Xing Qingqi's face, as if observing his reaction. The air in the room seemed to lighten a little, and the flame of the oil lamp swayed in the breeze, casting flickering shadows.

Xing Qingyu turned and walked towards the door, pushing open the slightly worn wooden door. Sunlight immediately poured in, illuminating a corner of the room. He walked out of the small room, and the wooden door behind him slowly closed with a slight creaking sound.

The village path was exceptionally clear in the sunlight, and the distant mountains looked particularly majestic against the backdrop of the blue sky. Xing Qingfeng picked up his tackle box and walked towards the village entrance, his soles making a slight rustling sound as they stepped on the soft soil.

As Xing Qingyu walked, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure not far ahead—Weber, bent over, practically half-crouching on the ground, inching step by step toward the village entrance. His clothes, soaked with sweat, clung to his back, the fabric heavy from the soaking wetness, swaying slightly with his movements. His hair clung to his face, and sweat dripped down his chin, leaving a few dark marks on the ground. His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was rapid and erratic, as if every inhalation required all his strength. His hands rested on his knees, his fingers trembling slightly from the exertion, his knuckles white, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Even though he was sweating profusely and looked extremely miserable, he didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He just gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step. Xing Qingfeng looked at him like this and felt that he was about to collapse from exhaustion on the mountain road.

—and then continued to climb the mountain on all fours.

"Hey, isn't that Weber?" Xing Qingyu stood aside, his tone teasing. He put his hands in his pockets and watched Weber walk leisurely, without any intention of offering help. "Did you just run back and forth from the bottom of the mountain? How come you are so tired?"

Weber heard the voice, raised his head with difficulty, and answered with a gasp: "Lenice... won't let me... rest..." His voice was intermittent, as if every word took a lot of effort.

After saying this, he lowered his head again and continued to move forward with difficulty. His steps were staggering, as if he would fall at any moment, but he still gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step.

"What happened to Lanis?" Xing Qingqi raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his tone, "Didn't you send her down the mountain? How could she still torment you like this?"

"I promised her..." Weber waved his hand and replied breathlessly, "Once I promised... I must do it..."

"Well... although considering the agreement between you and me, I can't interfere with your actions," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and said in a relaxed tone, "but I can help you contact the villagers and ask them to bring a stretcher over."

"I invited you here... to make a pact with you... I..." Weber rolled his eyes and gasped, "I didn't... ask you to... make sarcastic remarks here..."

"Is there any water?" Weber continued, "If you really want to help... give me... a bottle of water..."

"Here, for you." Xing Qingfeng smiled and took out a bottle of water and handed it to Weber. "Drink slowly, be careful not to choke. Think about your stomach."

"A big part of my stomachache is because of you," Weber took the water, unscrewed the cap impatiently, and gulped down several large gulps. He let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had come back to life. "Thanks... you finally have some conscience."

"Tsk tsk..." Xing Qingqi gave Weber a meaningful look, then changed the subject, "I'm going fishing later, do you want to come?"

Weber waved his hand and replied breathlessly, "I still have...things to do...You go by yourself..."

"Really?" Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment and replied, "Then I'll leave first."

Although he said he was leaving, Xing Qingfeng stood for a moment, his arms folded across his chest, his gaze following Weber's back. He watched as Weber crawled slowly to the village entrance, finally giving up and collapsing to the ground, panting and sweating. Weber's chest heaved violently, as if every breath required all his strength.

After a while, seeing that Weber seemed to have recovered his breath, Xing Qingqi turned around, picked up the fishing tackle box, and walked down the mountain.

Xing Qingfeng followed Belsac's directions, slowly advancing along the miners' trail. The soil beneath his feet was soft and damp. Sunlight filtered through sparse clouds onto the mountains, and distant peaks loomed in the mist. He carried his fishing tackle box and walked briskly, his mood lightening as he took in the surrounding scenery.

After walking for a while, he saw the sign Belsac had mentioned. The sign was old, its wooden surface stained and worn, but the writing was still legible. Xing Qingfeng continued walking in the direction indicated by the sign. The road gradually flattened, and the trees around him thinned out.

Before long, his vision suddenly opened up. A vast lake appeared before him, the water so clear that the bottom was visible, and the sunlight shone on the surface, creating shimmering waves.

Xing Qingfeng walked to the lakeside and found a flat rock to sit on. He opened his tackle box, took out his rod and bait, and placed the bait on the hook. Then, with a gentle flick, the line dropped into the lake. The hook sank to the bottom, and the lake returned to calm, with only the float bobbing gently on the surface.

He retrieved a bottle of wine from the imaginary space, uncorked it, and poured it into a glass he had brought with him. The wine swirled slowly in the glass, exuding a rich, fruity aroma. Xing Qingji gently swirled the glass, allowing the wine to fully come into contact with the air. The process of decanting brought him a touch of pleasure. He took a sip, and the aroma of the wine permeated his mouth, carrying a hint of sweetness and richness.

Time passed by unknowingly, and the fishing float on the lake was still floating quietly on the water, without any movement.

Xing Qingfeng was in no hurry; he simply savored the tranquility, as if fishing itself wasn't the goal, but rather a way to immerse himself in the embrace of nature. The reeds by the lake swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly. Occasionally, a few water birds flew across the surface, stirring up ripples.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xing Qingfeng still didn't catch a single fish.

He is not in a hurry, he really is not in a hurry. He fishes just to enjoy nature. Why would he get angry because he can't catch any fish?

However, as the sun gradually sank, the mountains in the distance looked particularly magnificent under the reflection of the setting sun. The sky was dyed orange-red, and the clouds were like burning flames, reflected on the lake, as if the whole world was coated with a layer of gold.

The float on the lake remained motionless, and Xing Qingfeng's patience began to wear thin. However, Xing Qingfeng still had plenty of patience. Why would he get upset just because he hadn't caught any fish in just one afternoon?

He's really not in a hurry.

Why should we rush? There is no need to rush, there is really no need.

The lake water was very clear. In the evening sunlight, Xing Qingfeng could clearly see a rainbow trout near his bait.

The rainbow trout wasn't a big fish, but it ignored the bait on the hook next to it.

——It was blowing bubbles at Xing Qingwu.

"Aminus!" Xing Qingqi was furious. He poured magic power into the fishing rod and performed a simple strengthening magic. Then he swung the fishing rod and used his own inhuman computing power to accurately calculate his own output so that he could swing the hook and accurately pierce the mouth of the bubbling rainbow trout.

The hook snagged the rainbow trout's mouth with pinpoint accuracy, and Xing Qingqiu jerked it upward, yanking it up. Its fins trembled slightly in the air, its scales gleaming silver in the afterglow. Its tail slapped the air, sending a few drops of water splattering onto Xing Qingqiu's arm. The cool sensation slightly soothed the anger on his face.

He held the little fish, as if thinking about something.

"No way, it's just one fish. What if I take it back and people start to suspect I didn't even go fishing?" Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself. He looked down at the tackle box and then at the lake. "If it's just one fish, people won't believe I spent the whole afternoon fishing. No way, absolutely no way..."

He sighed and placed the rainbow trout into the prepared bucket. The water in the bucket was crystal clear, and the rainbow trout swam a few times, looking particularly lonely.

——It's just a small fish. It would be too sticky to eat if you use it to make soup.

"There's nothing I can do about it." He looked up at the sky. The setting sun was about to sink behind the mountains. The color of the sky gradually changed from orange-red to deep purple, and the light on the lake began to dim. "There's really no other way. I can only do this..."

"This is all for... for Weber," Xing Qingfeng muttered softly. He stood up, dusted off his pants, and then without hesitation, took off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. He took a deep breath, feeling the cool mountain air rushing into his lungs, and then suddenly jumped into the lake.

The icy water enveloped him instantly. Xing Qingqiu paid no heed, quickly adjusting his stance and diving in. The water was crystal clear, and Xing Qingqiu held his breath, his gaze fixed on a large brown trout. Just as the trout turned, he reached out and grabbed the fish by the tail.

He tossed the brown trout ashore, its body thumping heavily on the grass, its tail still flapping feebly. Xing Qingyu didn't pause, quickly diving back into the water, searching for his next target. Not long after, he caught another rainbow trout. This one was much larger than the previous one, and its struggles were even more intense than the brown's, but Xing Qingyu's grip remained firmly on it.

"Oh, these are really big fish. It seems that my fishing skills are still pretty good," Xing Qingyu looked at the two big fish in his hands and smiled proudly. People who didn't know him would think that he had caught the fish.

He tied the two large fish he'd caught with straw rope, bending their bodies into a full-moon arch. He tightened the knot at the fish's tail half an inch above its tail fin. As the rope passed through the fish's nose, the fish's tail thrashed, sending icy river water splashing onto Xing Qingfeng's face. He then poured a handful of fresh water over the fish's gills. Xing Qingfeng released the smaller rainbow trout, then picked up the two large fish and his tackle box and leisurely set off back to the village.

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The author who recommended the book to me yesterday made me a Newton card for free, but it's broken. Actually, I really want to write the servant file now, but there are too many foreshadowings in Newton, so I may have to wait until it is finished before writing the servant file.

However, I can take this opportunity to release the character details and personal information first. The official single chapter files will have to wait:

Image: "Thanks for the free help!", Location: "Images/1737891912-100406584-112597987.jpg"

Character details: Ling Meng Liu Dad (, nine) Wu Ba Ling Si_Slip$Dirty Love:

A founder of modern science and a symbol of modern science, he reconstructed humanity's understanding of the universe through the law of universal gravitation and the three laws of motion. However, according to him, his true self is no longer present, and the information he carries makes it impossible for him to respond to the call. He now exists only as an alchemist.

But even so, its existence itself is still a negation and reconstruction of mystery. Its existence itself symbolizes that the process of civilization development is moving towards rejecting mystery and embracing rationality.

Profile 1 (Unlock condition: Unlocked after the bond reaches Lv.):

Height/weight: 168cm x 62kg

Source: historical facts

Region: Europe?UK

Attribute: Order, Goodness Secondary Attribute: Star

Sex: Male

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He claimed to possess the true "revelation" and was the Messiah of all sentient beings in the universe. However, when asked about specific details, he was evaded with excuses such as "It's not time yet" or "You don't need to know that."

However, when discussing him with other Christians, they all adopted an ambiguous attitude, neither admitting nor denying Newton's "revelation" and his claim to be the Messiah.

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The current Ippo character illustration was created free of charge by the author of "Oda Nobukatsu Wants to Make a Move in the Moon World", thank you very much!

After it is finished, I will formally contact the artist to make a draft and write Newton's servant file.

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Volume 23: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: Yiwo Mio San ⒉ Ling Ni Si Ba Jun Yang . How the hell did those two big fish get caught?

Xing Qingjiu, carrying two fish, strolled leisurely along the village path. The village's layout was simple: the graystone path meandered, flanked by low stone walls covered in moss and vines. Occasionally, a few lavender thistles peeked through cracks in the wall, swaying gently in the breeze. The setting sun's afterglow shone on the stone walls, painting the entire village a warm orange. Xing Qingjiu's footsteps were remarkably clear in the empty alley, the soles of his shoes making a soft, rustling sound on the soft earth.

He had already wandered around the path outside the village three times, carrying two big fish.

Xing Qingfeng might have gotten lost, but that was unlikely. Given Xing Qingfeng's computing power, the probability of him getting lost was roughly equivalent to Weber waking up from a sleep and discovering he had acquired a high-quality magic circuit.

"Excuse me," Xing Qingqiu paused, turned slightly, and gave a polite smile to a villager who was mending a fence on the side of the road. The fish in his hand swayed gently with his movements. "Do you know how to get to the church?"

The villager raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled and pointed ahead: "Just follow this road and you will see it when you reach the small square—"

"—Wow, what a big fish! Where did you catch it?"

"Oh, they're not that big," Xing Qingfeng said modestly. "I just went down the miner's trail and fished in the lake not far away. I caught these two fish in the whole afternoon. Sigh..."