Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Schrödinger slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and put his other hand around the woman in his arms. She adjusted her sitting position slightly and snuggled closer to him. His fingers gently slid across her shoulders, with a hint of comfort.

"—For spirits, the three elements of body, soul, and spirit also apply." Schrödinger took over the conversation, slightly adjusting the woman's position in his arms so that she leaned more comfortably against him, and then continued, "The spirit's body is the structure of magic, but it is more... simple."

"In comparison, as some kind of special spiritual being, the Servant's body is too complicated." He slid his fingers lightly over the woman's shoulders, as if looking for inspiration in her.

"And the mind determines the so-called self... Oh?" Schrödinger's words suddenly stopped, as if he had noticed something unusual. His eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had sensed something interesting. "There seems to be something strange nearby."

"You mean...?" For some reason, Xing Qingyu felt relieved subconsciously when he saw Schrödinger suddenly interrupt the topic.

"A spirit that's similar to a Servant, but only a resemblance. Its physical structure is still pure magic." His tone was filled with helplessness, and his fingers gently stroked the woman's arm. "Although it's not coming for us, it doesn't feel right to leave it alone."

"What a bummer!" Schrödinger sighed helplessly and finally prepared to stand up. He gently supported the woman's shoulders, motioning her to move away from his embrace.

"If it's just a spirit, then I'll take care of it." Xing Qingyu stood up impatiently, as if he had already prepared to leave.

"Why are you in such a hurry to run?" Schrödinger took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief, his movements as elegant and steady as ever. "Never mind. There's no one here who can kill you anyway."

Xing Qingyu was about to leave the box when he seemed to remember something and turned back to ask, "Oh, by the way, I'll come back to pick you up later?"

"Do you remember the way?" Xing Qingwu smacked his lips and picked up the wine jug on the table. "If you do, I'll go straight home later."

"No need, just go back." Schrödinger waved his hand, his eyes once again falling on the face of the woman in his arms, "Okay, let's go quickly."

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"Oh, finally out of that hellhole." Xing Qingyu yawned loudly as he sat in the car, relaxing in the seat. He unbuttoned his collar, feeling the cool breeze blowing in through the car window, dispelling the slightly stuffy air. The Kyoto night was as dark as ink, and the neon lights lining the streets flashed past the car window, casting a shadow on his tired face.

"The wine is bland, and I don't like the food. I'd rather have some fried peanuts with it," he muttered, recalling the atmosphere in the nightclub. He casually turned on the car radio, and familiar radio music slowly began to play.

In fact, Xing Qingfeng originally had great respect for Schrödinger. After all, the old man was able to accurately point out his academic problems right from the start, and he sincerely admired this insight.

But that respect crumbled within a matter of hours. Schrödinger insisted, "No women, no learning," and insisted Xing Qingjiu take him to find some Japanese courtesan. But where could such a thing exist in Kyoto in 1999? Even if there were, it wouldn't be shown openly.

Xing Qingyu had never been to Kyoto himself, so he had no choice but to drive and take Schrödinger around the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

Even the nightclub was not found by Xing Qingjiu. Instead, when they passed by a remote alley, Schrödinger suddenly shouted as if he had discovered a treasure: "This is it, stop the car!", and that's how he found it.

"Others can later reminisce about the Holy Grail War and say they fought alongside historical figures and were comrades-in-arms." Xing Qingfeng thought as he drove, "I can't say I visited prostitutes with historical figures, can I?"

The music from the car radio was still melodious, blending seamlessly with the night outside. He sighed softly and continued wandering the streets.

"Alas, Schrödinger said there was something nearby, but he didn't tell me where it was..."

Want him to go back and ask for clarification now?

Forget it, let’s just keep looking. He doesn’t want to stumble upon anything he shouldn’t see.

"Finally, I felt something." When passing by the Uji River, Xing Qingyu finally noticed something unusual. He quickly turned the car around and drove slowly along the river bank, carefully searching the surrounding environment.

Soon, he spotted his target. It was a blurry figure shrouded in black mist, about 1.75 meters tall, thin and tall. The mist swirled around him as if alive, blending him into the night. The man's features were vaguely discernible, a hint of ferocity between his features. The slender Japanese sword in his hand, especially, caught Xing Qing's attention.

The blade was very different from ordinary Japanese swords. It was straight and slender, and the tip of the blade was flashing with a cold light. Xing Qingqi could vaguely feel that there seemed to be some kind of evil hidden in it.

If someone familiar with Japanese swords were here, their first reaction upon seeing this blade would probably be Muramasa. Although Xing Qingfeng didn't know the specific model of the blade, he could vaguely sense the strong threat it posed. The spirit in the black mist, with a fierce look on its face and a weapon in hand, seemed ready to attack at any moment. This made him even more alert.

Xing Qingfeng parked his car away from the spirit, leaning slightly against the seat, staring intently ahead. He got out of the car and pulled a packet of sulfur powder from his pocket. He quickly opened the bag, sprinkled the powder on the hood, and used his fingers to draw a complex barrier pattern. The pungent smell of sulfur permeated the night air.

Xing Qingfu then returned to the driver's seat and turned the key to start the engine. The roar of the car was particularly loud in the night sky. He quickly changed gears and stepped on the accelerator. The car rushed towards the spirit shrouded in black mist like an arrow.

Under the illumination of the car lights, the spirit had already seen the speeding car, but he had no intention of dodging. Instead, he stood upright in place, with the blade pointing at Xing Qingqi's driver's seat.

"Damn it, wouldn't a normal person run away when they see a car coming towards them?" This fearless attitude made Xing Qingfeng more resolute in his judgment. "Even Ultraman Leo would dodge when he saw a jeep!"

The car approached at high speed. Xing Qingfeng focused his gaze, his heart racing. Just as the hood of the car was about to make contact with the blade, the spirit suddenly transformed into a puff of black mist, spreading out in all directions like a shadowy soldier being run over by a car. The car passed through the black mist without resistance, and the spirit disappeared completely into the night.

"What the hell... is it so weak?" Xing Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, feeling a little confused. He recalled the strong sense of threat he had just felt. The knife really made him feel uneasy. He was even ready to jump out of the car, but the result was completely unexpected.

He swerved the steering wheel and tapped the brakes, bringing the car to a steady stop by the river, avoiding the embarrassment of diving headfirst into the water. The dark fog outside gradually dissipated, and the river rippled in the night breeze, reflecting the tranquility of the night.

"This feeling... doesn't even look like Assassin..." Xing Qingyu rubbed his forehead, his heart filled with doubt. He sat in the car, looking at the dark river and the vague night, thinking about what had just happened.

"I originally wanted to use it to test the idea I just got." Xing Qingyu muttered.

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"Rider... did you see clearly... could that be a Servant..." You Ruoyu asked nervously in a low voice, her voice practically squeezed out of her throat. She stood in a secluded corner, carefully hiding behind a black-haired man carrying a rusty sword, her eyes fixed on the scene in the distance.

She had originally brought her Servant out because she had noticed an unknown spirit wandering around her home. Unsure whether it was the work of an enemy contestant, she only dared to follow from a distance. Later, she realized that the spirit was only wandering along a fixed path, and she felt relieved.

However, she immediately became concerned about whether this thing could hurt anyone, so she cautiously followed the black mist spirit for a while.

——Then she watched as the spirit in the black fog was smashed into pieces by Xing Qingfu's car. The black fog scattered under the impact of the car, like the broken night under the headlights.

She felt like her worldview had shattered. So this was how people in other countries dealt with vengeful spirits and the like?

"Ah... that guy looked like he drew something on the car and then just rammed it... right?" The black-haired Rider was also a little unsure. "Could it be Caster? Aren't you the Master? You should be able to see the enemy Servant's ability values, right?"

"I can't see it. Could it be that Assassin has some way of concealing his abilities..." You Ruoyu's thoughts kept swirling, and she couldn't help but say, "Hey, I suddenly feel like he seems more suitable to be a Rider than you?" She tried to hide her inner anxiety with a relaxed tone, "You are obviously the Rider, but you say you can't summon a mount..."

"If you insist on this, I'll really cry..." Rider said dejectedly. However, since he usually had a gloomy look, it didn't seem like he was feeling very aggrieved. "Uh uh, he seems to have discovered us. What should we do?"

"Ah!" You Ruoyu was startled and quickly reached into her pocket, pulling out a yellow talisman. She gently brushed the talisman across the paper, trying to calm herself. "Um, isn't it time for the first battle of the Holy Grail War soon? Rider, are you confident?"

"Ah, perhaps..." Rider's voice was filled with hesitation. He pulled the sword from his back. The rusty blade instantly became shiny in his hand, the blade gleaming with a dazzling brilliance in the moonlight. "Honestly... why don't we run away..."

"Can you have a little more confidence in yourself?"

"You look about the same, right? You said you wanted me to come up, but why are you hiding further and further away..."

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I was dragged to rehearse again during the day. I had already said that I was going to prepare for the postgraduate entrance exam so I would quit the team, but they dragged me back in as if they had never mentioned this to me... So I'm a little late in updating, sorry.

In fact, after writing this, you should be able to see why I chose Schrödinger. Schrödinger not only made outstanding contributions to quantum mechanics and molecular biology, but in his book "What is Life", he also explored the self at the philosophical level. I think he is the most suitable person for the current protagonist.

The above is all. Please vote and give your opinions. Thank you!

Volume 8: The Kyoto Holy Grail War Without a Nagging Message: . Xing Qing Sauce Yin Qi Bake VI'II Lin Qi Lu Yi Shi Chu Returns for a Limited Time

Under the night, the Uji River was once again shrouded in silence. Dark clouds had obscured the sky at some point, leaving only a few streaks of silvery moonlight to pierce the clouds and scatter across the earth. A cold wind blew from the river, carrying a damp mist with it. The water gently lapped against the rocks on the shore, making a low, whimpering sound. The trees along the river rustled in the wind, and occasionally, branches and leaves fluttered down, swirling and landing on the cold ground. The dim yellow streetlights in the distance cast long halos of light, appearing particularly lonely in the pitch-black night.

Xing Qingfeng got out of the car and walked around, only resigning himself to the fact that the unfortunate creature had completely vanished. In his sight, the spirit that had been shrouded in black mist and wielding the Muramasa sword just moments before had vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened. Like mist blown away by the wind, not a trace remained. Looking back now, there was nothing unusual on the ground, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Are the local magic families doing nothing, letting things like this run loose?" Xing Qingfeng muttered as he returned to the car. Then, in the darkness, his sharp eyes caught sight of Rider and his servant not far away. They looked nervous, as if they were conversing in low voices. Xing Qingfeng pondered for a moment, and guessed that they had also come with the black mist spirit. It seemed that the black-haired man with the sword on his back was a Servant—

—Looks like they're the participants in the Holy Grail War. Technically, I'm on Caster's side, so the other side should be considered the enemy. But since Schrödinger isn't around, there's no need to obsess over the Holy Grail War.

Then the conclusion is very simple, I am now the supervisor and manager of the Holy Grail War.

Just like Kirei-nii during the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Xing Qingfeng was like a dog, a manager who had just remembered his authority, and he tried hard to suppress the smile on his face. He casually pulled out his car keys and spun them around in his palm with his fingers, making a soft click. He pushed open the car door and walked leisurely towards You Ruoyu and the others. The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. The grass and trees along the riverbank swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Although Xing Qingfeng only intended to ask the two a few questions, their reaction as he approached them was beyond his expectations. Their Master's expression instantly became panic-stricken, as if he had seen a ghost, and he quickly retreated behind his Servant.

"I'm just an ordinary magician, why do you have to react so big..." Xing Qingyu muttered to himself.

Obviously, he didn't realize how wild the scene of him smashing the spirit body into pieces looked to others.

"Not really?" Xing Qingyu watched the servant not far away take the rusty sword from behind him. For some reason, he always felt that the sword was particularly familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Hey, put down your weapons. I don't want any unnecessary conflicts." Xing Qingyu raised his voice and shouted to the other side.

"What did he say?" You Ruoyu asked nervously, hiding behind Rider. Although her Japanese level was not so good that she could not understand the Japanese spoken at the level of daily communication—

——But Xing Qingfu stayed in Japan for no more than one year in total, with a gap of five years in between. He communicated with others in English whenever possible. As a result, his Japanese was not only a bit awkward, but also had a strange accent.

Rider listened attentively for a moment and replied in English, "He said to lay down his weapon if he didn't want to fight."

"Wow..." You Ruoyu muttered softly, her heart beating even faster, "It sounds threatening..."

"You have paranoid delusions..." Rider couldn't help but complain.

"Alright, alright, sir, put away your sword." Xing Qingqi's voice was particularly clear in the quiet night. He raised his hands and made a downward gesture, signaling the other party to calm down. "Did you see that black shadow just now? I just came to ask if you two have any clues."

"Ahem," he said, walking up to the two of them and coughing lightly, then introducing himself naturally. "Let me introduce myself. Well, I'm currently one of the supervisors of this Holy Grail War, Xing Qingjiu."

He showed no shame or hesitation about his self-proclaimed title, speaking in a relaxed and natural tone, as if it were the most normal thing. He then looked at Rider, who stood before him, sword still in hand, and said calmly, "Alright, Servant, put down your weapon. Casually attacking an Overseer will result in disqualification."

After saying this, Xing Qingqi pulled a small notebook from his jacket pocket, opened it, picked up a pen, and looked at the two people in front of him with an expression of seriousness as he took notes. "In keeping with the tradition of the Holy Grail War, I won't ask you to introduce yourselves." He paused, his eyes sweeping over the two of them. "Alright, tell me what information you have about that spirit. If the information is useful, I can even give you a reward on my behalf. Is that okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Qingqiu noticed the slight twitching of You Ruoyu's nostrils, followed by a hint of discomfort. Xing Qingqiu immediately realized that the lingering scent of alcohol on him might have caught her attention. He subtly shifted his feet a few times, positioning himself downwind to prevent the alcohol from impacting her senses again.

"Hey? Teacher Xing, are you Chinese too? Just as Xing Qingjiu was adjusting his position, You Ruoyu seemed to notice Xing Qingjiu's name and suddenly asked: "Do you speak Chinese?"

To her, the title of "teacher" is already quite fashionable nowadays. It is not as vulgar as calling "boss", but it also gives the other person enough respect.

——However, for Xing Qingjiu, he had only heard such mutual addressing from the older generation.

"Fuck, that's the only way I'd call someone like that if my grandma came." Xing Qingyu muttered to himself. To him, this kind of address was simply a product of the last century.

Oh no, it really is the last century for him now, no problem.

"Um...you don't have to call me teacher. I'm a little uncomfortable with it..." Xing Qingqiu carefully considered his words. It just occurred to him that in this day and age, the word "Miss" still had a stigma. "My...classmate, I'm just a student who hasn't graduated yet. The generation gap between us isn't that big..."

You Ruoyu obviously didn't notice his embarrassment. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief and introduced herself enthusiastically: "Oh, my name is You Ruoyu. Oh, finally someone who can speak Chinese..." There was a hint of excitement in her tone, "This is my Servant, I think his name is Mandy Cardo!"

"Hey, Master, don't reveal my real name like this..." Mandicardo protested to his Master without any confidence.

"..." Xing Qingyu suddenly felt that this silly kid was missing something in his brain. It would be better to say that he was remembering what he was like a few years ago, and a sense of clarity came over him. "Then can we get back to the point? Mr. You, do you know anything about that spirit just now?"

"We chased it all the way here," You Ruoyu thought for a moment and added, "No, to be more precise, it's been lingering in a certain area. This is the second time we've passed by here."

"Well... can you roughly tell me the area where he wanders?" Xing Qingyu asked.

"No problem...ah, uh," she suddenly realized that she didn't recognize the names of places and streets in Kyoto at all, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face, "Well, why don't you just come with me."

"Oh, okay," Xing Qingfeng nodded, "Then let's talk while we walk."

As they walked slowly along the street, Xing Qingwu continued to ask, "About when did you discover it appeared?"

"Hmm...about half an hour ago?" You Ruoyu tilted her head, trying to recall what happened. A hint of uncertainty lingered in her voice. "I was preparing for the Holy Grail War, and suddenly I realized the barrier I'd set up had been triggered."

Mandy Cardo, who was following behind, couldn't help but complain: "You were obviously surfing the Internet at the time..."

"..." You Ruoyu's expression changed slightly, and he was silent for a moment. Then, as if he hadn't heard anything, he continued as if nothing had happened, "Anyway, after I noticed the barrier was triggered, I immediately followed it with this useless Rider who couldn't even summon a mount."

"Because I thought it might be the work of an enemy Servant, I didn't dare to step forward and alert them," You Ruoyu said. "But I was also worried about hurting anyone else, so I followed them around for a couple of rounds. I originally planned to eliminate them if they really didn't pose any threat."

"After all, this involves the lives of ordinary people, so we can't be careless." You Ruoyu seemed to want to finish what he had been holding back for a while. "That dark ghost looks completely impossible to communicate with, and it's holding a weapon full of evil energy. There's no way we can just leave it alone."

"Hmm..." Xing Qingfu responded to You Ruoyu's words while recording the streets he passed by. He looked up from time to time to observe the surrounding environment, trying not to miss any possible clues.

"That's about it." You Ruoyu was still in high spirits, as if she had found a rare person to talk to. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Mr. Xing, where do you go to school?"

"Department of Physics, Cambridge University." Xing Qingfu answered casually with a hint of casualness in his tone.

"Wow, a returnee!" You Ruoyu's eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if she had discovered something new. "Well, is studying abroad similar to studying in China?"

"It's about the same, not much different," Xing Qingfeng thought for a moment, his tone flat, "Everyone is the same, fighting for classes, skipping classes, seeking credits, praying to pass the final exam, and so on."

"Huh? It's obviously that Cambridge University?" Ling Meng@&^児溜紦伍球久⑶⑹⒐You Ruoyu couldn't believe it.

"Students, no matter where they come from, are all the same. They all have their own schedules," Xing Qingfeng replied nonchalantly. "Besides, skipping classes is a long-standing tradition among Cambridge students, dating back to my teacher's time."

"I always feel like my dream is shattered..." You Ruoyu sighed and glanced at Xing Qingjiu with disappointment but curiosity.

"By the way, Mr. Xing, where are you from?" she continued to ask, trying to get closer to them.

"Home, home..." Xing Qingyu suddenly fell silent, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about something.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the surrounding environment was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps echoed in the night.

"...Well, I have no plans to get married." After a long silence, Xing Qingyu finally uttered such a nonsensical sentence, and his voice became a little low and weak.

"Ahaha, that's it..."

Just as the atmosphere was becoming awkward, Xing Qingjiu suddenly noticed something amiss. His brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze quickly scanned his surroundings. Almost at the same time, Mandicardo's hand quietly fell on the hilt of his sword, his expression growing tense.

In this brief moment of silence, murderous intent suddenly erupted. From the shadows behind the three men, as if manipulated by some unseen force, two small, inky flying knives shot out from the darkness, almost silently. These blades blended perfectly with the surrounding shadows, as if growing from the darkness, emitting a cold and deadly light, their target directed at Mandicardo.

The blade's speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to react. Although Mandicardo was a Rider with an agility value of A, he was blocking Xing Qingyu at this moment. If he dodged, Xing Qingyu would definitely be hit by the blade.

At the critical moment, Xing Qingyu reacted quickly. Without hesitation, he gently pushed Mandicardo slightly away from his original position. At that moment, Xing Qingyu felt a sharp pain suddenly piercing his chest, the pain instantly igniting his nerves like a flame. He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the sharp blade deeply inserted into his heart.

——It was a small flying kunai. Although it was not big, it was extremely sharp. It almost penetrated half of his chest, bringing out a stream of deep red blood, which quickly soaked his clothes.

At the same time, another kunai slashed diagonally across his abdomen, leaving a hideous wound. The wound wasn't deep, but it was wide enough to precisely sever skin and muscle, even lacer some of his internal organs. As the wound widened, his intestines began to slide uncontrollably from his abdominal cavity, slowly falling like a slippery snake.

The pain instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current, but soon it surpassed a certain threshold, becoming numb and blurry. Xing Qingjiu, however, did not panic at all. He skillfully gathered his intestines and slowly stuffed them back into his abdominal cavity.

"My new clothes!" He couldn't help but complain, slowly sorting out his abdominal cavity under the horrified eyes of the other two. "This is a long-lost feeling... Is my intestines incompatible with Japan?"

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As I was writing, I realized something was amiss. Why was it that everyone else was a hero saving a beautiful girl, and in my case, I was saving Kamishiro Dai-sensei? However, considering the nature of the spirits I designed, it would be logical for them to attack the servants who were constantly emitting magical energy, rather than the Master, so I wrote it this way (

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