Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

But the "Seven Treasures of the Wheel of Dharma" before him was, in any case, a far cry from the image worshipped by the Pure Land Sect for generations. The Pure Land Sect's "Seven Treasures of the Wheel of Dharma" was a sacred artifact of the Dharma, faith, and reincarnation. It should be one of the symbolic artifacts of Buddhism, radiating the Buddha's light.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be like this. At this moment, the shadow of a golden Holy Grail floated majestically above the altar before Tokugawa Ieyasu, slowly spinning. The golden Holy Grail floated in mid-air, a faint halo surrounding it.

The carvings on the Holy Grail's surface are intricate and exquisite, densely packed with complex circuits. They resemble countless interwoven silk threads, delicate and regular. However, a closer look reveals that these patterns bear no resemblance to common occult symbols. They represent no religious or mystical meaning, but simply pure circuits of magical energy. Each pattern is a separate conduit of magical energy, and as the Holy Grail rotates, the subtle flows of energy between them intertwine and collide, producing faint flickering glimmers.

If someone were able to overlook Nijo Castle from above, they would have discovered that the brilliant light in the sky emanated from the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail itself was the core power of the castle, radiating magical energy from itself, enveloping the entire castle.

But what if it's not the "Walking Shippo"? That's not right either, because only when Tokugawa Ieyasu holds the "Walking Shippo" will his spirit base switch to the corresponding Caster and gain the corresponding corrections.

If a Master were standing here at this moment and tried to explore Tokugawa Ieyasu's spiritual base information, he would be shocked to find that Tokugawa Ieyasu, whose original values were completely irretrievable, had now been corrected. The attribute values that were originally almost all E-level had now quietly undergone varying degrees of changes, and more importantly -

——The panel displayed some skills that were completely inconsistent with his original position:

"Battlefield Construction: EX"

"Item creation: B"

"Divinity: E"

No matter how one looked at it, the figure before him was clearly a Caster. All of this, without exception, proved that the golden Holy Grail phantom before Tokugawa Ieyasu was undoubtedly the Chakravartin.

Tokugawa Ieyasu sat cross-legged on the couch in the hall, his hands lightly placed on his knees, his eyes fixed on the altar in front of him, but he looked like he was in a daze.

"Something has changed at Kamogawa." The handsome young man serving beside Tokugawa Ieyasu slowly turned sideways and said in a low voice.

"It seems that Mr. Qingjiu has found a solution. He plans to use the river as a spiritual vein to counter the earth vein." The young man added.

"Really?" Tokugawa Ieyasu nodded, then looked up at the water leak on the wall. But realizing it was just a decoration, he asked again, "What time is it now?"

"There's still about a quarter of an hour until twelve o'clock." The young man answered respectfully with his head lowered.

"Hahahaha—" Upon hearing this, Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly burst into laughter, his voice echoing in the empty hall, seeming a little out of place. His stern face now took on a hint of excitement. "Really? You're worthy of being called the Master of Wine!"

"Is that so? Is that so? Please hurry up and dispel the dark clouds covering Kyoto. Let your deeds, which bear witness to your achievements, be engraved in this Holy Grail War—"

"—This Holy Grail War will be recorded in history as proof of your deeds."

The young man nodded slightly, as if he had already anticipated Tokugawa Ieyasu's attitude. "Looks like there's no need to ask Tosho-jin to descend." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a hint of relief, "That's great. I don't have to work anymore."

"No, we still have to deal with the guardians of the restraining force." Tokugawa Ieyasu slowly stood up, his movements steady and powerful. He put his hands behind his back and stared out the window at the night sky. "How many have come out now?"

"Two," the young man said seriously, "One Assassin escaped from Hattori Hanzo. The other Archer was dealt with by that Caster."

"No, no..." Tokugawa Ieyasu frowned slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the altar. "Archer, the inhibitory force, should be here to deal with me, and Assassin should be here to deal with Caster—"

"——There's still one, there should be one," Tokugawa Ieyasu murmured, "there's still one who hasn't taken the bait..."

The young man stood silently by, his hands hanging at his sides, waiting for Tokugawa Ieyasu's instructions.

Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly turned around, frowning, and asked, "...How many summoned Servants have not been eliminated yet?"

"There are four more. Saber's real name is Okita Souji, while the real names of Lancer, Rider, and Assassin are still unknown." The boy replied quickly.

"In other words, Muneki and Michitsuna are..." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed and shook his head slightly, "Indeed, neither of them can be considered pure samurai..."

"General, Tong Gang hasn't lost yet." The young man suddenly interrupted him, his tone hurried, with a rare hint of toughness in his voice. "As long as the Muramasa is not broken and the resentment within it is not dissipated, he will not fall."

"..."

"Obviously no one blames him... Sigh..." Tokugawa Ieyasu was silent for a moment, his gaze returning to the shadow of the Holy Grail on the altar. He sighed softly, "Let Otomo Sorin continue to watch over Kyoto, and send Naomasa to protect Seiyori."

"Yes!" the boy responded immediately

Suddenly, a gentle knock echoed from outside the paper door, breaking the stagnant, oppressive atmosphere within the hall. The flickering candlelight blended the knock and the swaying curtains in the breeze into the slightly dull night. The shadows on the floor twisted with the flickering candlelight, silently responding to the slightest movement from outside.

"General..." The young man opened his mouth slowly, wanting to say something.

"Well, this is fate." Tokugawa Ieyasu leaned back on the cushion and sighed softly.

"You just realized that the situation is clear and you don't need to work anymore," the handsome young man next to him heard and looked up at Tokugawa Ieyasu, "so you want to slack off, right?"

"I've been waiting for nearly four hundred years. The destiny has finally arrived." Tokugawa Ieyasu smiled and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Go open the door."

"You clearly just want to be lazy..." The handsome young man shook his head and sighed softly. Then he took a few steps forward, knelt in front of the door, and reached out to slowly open the paper door.

"Youth is fleeting, but in peacetime there are many white hairs," Tokugawa Ieyasu replied with a smile, "Heaven has spared my broken body, so how can I not be happy?"

The waiter outside the door was wearing a neat gray-white kimono with a simple black belt around his waist, embroidered with the Tokugawa family crest. He lowered his head, holding an exquisite lacquer lunch box in his hands. His steps were a little stiff, and his wooden clogs made a faint sound when they scraped against the floor.

"General, your midnight snack." The waiter carefully placed the lacquer lunch box on the ground, then took out the dishes one by one and placed them on the small table in front of Tokugawa Ieyasu.

"Hmm... aren't there any of those Chinese eggplant dishes?" Tokugawa Ieyasu asked in a low voice, a little disappointed, as he glanced at the food on the table.

The waiter's expression tensed, and he quickly lowered his head and replied, "Because of the flight delay, the chef we invited from China can't make it here today." He seemed a little helpless, but still said respectfully, "He will have to wait until tomorrow."

"However, we have prepared fried eggplant boxes for you."

"Is that so? Alas, this is fate, hahaha..." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed softly and shook his head. He looked down at the exquisite dishes on the table, then his eyes moved and he raised his hand to stop the waiter who was about to pack up the food box and leave.

"You don't have to leave. Just wait here. You'll be back soon anyway, right?"

"Yes." The waiter paused slightly, but quickly calmed down and replied respectfully.

He turned around and walked lightly to the side, kneeling in the corner, waiting with his hands hanging down, without saying a word, as if he had turned into an inconspicuous decoration in the hall, completely blending into this dim environment.

"I'll ask you to collect these plates later," Tokugawa Ieyasu picked up his chopsticks with a smile, picked up a piece of fried eggplant and looked at it carefully.

He held up the fried eggplant box, his eyes showing a hint of curiosity, and asked, "Is this what they call a fried eggplant box?"

"Yes, General," the waiter replied. "This dish is made with long eggplants stuffed with pork, then battered and deep-fried. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's a fried snack similar to tempura."

Tokugawa Ieyasu picked up his chopsticks and slowly picked up a piece of fried eggplant. He took a gentle bite. The crispy crust crackled softly between his teeth, accompanied by the aroma of heat and meat. His movements seemed leisurely and relaxed, as if he was not at all troubled by the current situation in Kyoto. The pork filling inside the eggplant was tender and juicy, blending with the unique aroma of fried eggplant, and it melted in his mouth.

The candlelight flickered softly, casting a soft shadow on Tokugawa Ieyasu's face. He would occasionally stop his chopsticks to take a sip of warm tea. The aroma of tea and fried food filled the hall in a harmonious blend.

"Oh, tempura." Tokugawa Ieyasu looked meaningfully at the last dish in front of him. It was a few pieces of golden and crispy tempura lying quietly on the plate. "I love tempura the most."

Tokugawa Ieyasu nodded slightly, dipped the tempura lightly in the sauce, and casually placed it in his mouth. With his first bite, the contrast between the crispy outer layer and the tender inner layer was striking. The delicate texture of the fish instantly flooded his taste buds, with a hint of natural sweetness and freshness. He chewed a few times, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Hmm?" he mumbled. "What is this tempura made of?"

"Sea bream tempura," the waiter replied respectfully, his eyes always downcast.

"Of course I know it's sea bream," Tokugawa Ieyasu shook his head with a faint smile on his face, "Sea bream tastes best when fried."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze like a cold wave. The candlelight still flickered gently in the breeze, and the waiter stood with his head bowed, his hands still folded in his lap, without the slightest movement.

"Let me ask you," Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly stopped eating with his chopsticks, "What poison did you use?"

The waiter remained silent, his breathing steady. He raised his head slightly, the ripples in his eyes hidden deeply. His fingertips moved imperceptibly.

"You're sent by the Suppression Force, aren't you?" Tokugawa Ieyasu continued, his tone still calm. His gaze returned to the tempura on the plate, not minding the hidden poison. He calmly picked up a piece and put it into his mouth, chewing it vigorously. "I never thought the Suppression Force would deal with an old man like me."

"...Where is the Holy Grail?" the waiter suddenly asked in a low voice.

Tokugawa Ieyasu raised his hand nonchalantly, indicating the altar behind him, "It's right there."

"This singularity is indeed yours." The waiter slowly stood up. "Why should we go after you? You want to recreate the utterly corrupt Edo Shogunate in modern-day Japan. Isn't that reason enough?"

"Ha, I suddenly thought of that guy Ishida Mitsunari..." Tokugawa Ieyasu just smiled and shook his head when he heard this. "Great luck, great luck. I wonder if Japan today is worthy of your flag seal?"

"Pfft-"

Even as the laughter faded, the waiter's hand slid into his bosom like lightning. His movements were so swift that they were difficult to grasp. With a flick of his fingertips, he grasped the hilt of the hidden sword. Instantly, the blade slid from beneath the kimono with a crisp, whooshing sound. As the kimono ripped apart, a flash of cold light flashed, and the snow-white blade stabbed straight at Tokugawa Ieyasu, swift and deadly.

The entire movement was seamless, flowing like water, without a single step. The waiter leaned forward, and the blade pierced Tokugawa Ieyasu's chest like lightning. A chill spread along the blade, and on the blade's handle, which hadn't yet been stained red with blood, the inscription "Seshu Kuwana Sumiemon-no-Fujiwara Muramasa" gleamed with a cold brilliance.

In historical fact, Tokugawa Ieyasu died from sea bream tempura. This historically accurate death greatly weakened Tokugawa Ieyasu, and his rising divinity also dissipated.

——Then there was Muramasa, who was said to have launched a special attack against the Tokugawa family.

With the blessing of both Aya and Meng, even a weak being like "Twenty Faces" can kill Tokugawa Ieyasu.

Yilin suspected that the ④ woo (nine) dead leeks VIII Tokugawa Ieyasu lowered his head, staring at the Muramasa sword. The sharp blade was still embedded in his chest, like ice piercing his bones. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to touch the wound, but he found that his strength was gradually draining away from him.

"Muramasa, Muramasa, ah..." Tokugawa Ieyasu sighed softly and shook his head slowly, "Where is the sheath I gave you before?"

"Right outside the door."

"Well, can you tell me in the end?" Tokugawa Ieyasu's breathing became increasingly rapid, and a dull pain came from his chest. He asked with a weak smile, "What kind of poison did you use? It has a nutty aroma and tastes quite good."

"Cyanide. Highly toxic. Ingesting large quantities can be fatal within minutes." Twenty Faces responded coldly.

Upon hearing this, Tokugawa Ieyasu actually laughed even harder, his chest heaving violently, as if his laughter caused pain in his body. "Really?" His mouth was stained with blood, and his voice gradually became weaker. "Then go ahead..."

Before he finished speaking, Tokugawa Ieyasu's body suddenly stiffened, his gaze vacant for a moment. At the same moment, a flower of blood burst forth from the Twenty-Faced Man's chest, catching him off guard, and blood splattered all over his off-white kimono.

Twenty Faces looked down at the sharp blade that pierced his chest. He barely managed to maintain his form and relied on his remaining skills to recognize the name of the blade -

——"The Great Tengu Master"

However, before he could even raise his head, the blade suddenly twisted slightly, completely destroying the spirit core within his body, cutting off his last chance of a counterattack. A dead silence filled the air.

"Hahahaha... In the official history, I should have died a long time ago, right?" He endured the severe pain, his mouth covered in blood, but his voice was filled with relief. "In this case, the foundation of the singularity's existence is also gone. Hehe, all that remains in history is the Holy Grail War."

"Go, go--" Tokugawa Ieyasu said with his last strength, his voice gradually became low, but the smile was still on his face.

"—After I die, you will be 'Tokugawa Ieyasu'." He struggled to squeeze out the last words, his eyes cast towards the young man, his tone carrying a hint of instruction, "Remember to sheath it. Don't let Mitsugu suffer any more. Reclaim his Noble Phantasm."

"Master Seiyaku, Ieyasu, you have lived up to my trust..."

Tokugawa Ieyasu's body finally collapsed under the weight, and he slowly fell forward. There was no violent collision, no dissipation of his spirit form. With a dull thud, Tokugawa Ieyasu's body fell heavily to the cold ground. Unlike those heroic spirits who had transformed into spirit forms, his body was made of real flesh and blood.

"Sigh..." The young man looked at Tokugawa Ieyasu who was lying on the ground, without a trace of sadness in his expression.

"You, clearly, the 'Ten Medicine Boxes' can completely detoxify, and the 'God of Iga's Crossing' can repair fatal injuries..." he complained, as if reprimanding an old friend's willful behavior. "You maxed out all your life-saving skills, and yet you died like this? You're clearly deliberately avoiding action, letting me finish the job for you."

He paused, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze casually sweeping over Ieyasu's body before he sighed softly. "Ah, being a Kagemusha is so tiring... Even after death, you're summoned to continue working..."

The sky outside the window darkened. A gentle breeze ruffled the paper door, bringing with it the faint sound of flowing water in the distance. The young man looked out the window, gazing at the nearby scenery. The magical fluctuations emanating from the water veins were like tiny ripples. Though not strong, they subtly dissipated the magical field shrouding Kyoto.

"When this magic field completely dissipates, Zhan Guo's deception will probably be invalidated, and those who rely on it for their existence will probably have to leave—"

"——In the end, I'm the only one doing the work?!"

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Well, this doesn't go against the original design of the experience value for Tokugawa Ieyasu.

In the Type-Moon canon, Tokugawa Ieyasu is long dead, replaced by his Kagemusha group, known as "Tokugawa Ieyasu." While Ieyasu himself possesses no Noble Phantasms, he can borrow the Noble Phantasms of others, granting them corresponding class upgrades and skill levels. This is roughly how experience points were initially designed.

The secondary setting here is that Tokugawa Ieyasu did not die, but survived just like in real history (a minor singularity). As for what specifically happened, we will talk about it later.

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Volume 37: The Quiet Kyoto Holy Grail War: . The Cat Died in the Cat Box

"The shape of the universe (Cosmos), the shape of the stars (Stars), the shape of my self (Animus), the shape of the sky (Cosmos)—"

Xing Qingjiu has basically never released his inherent barrier.

The reason is simple, it's just not necessary.

Xing Qingjiu rarely unleashed his inherent barrier; normally, he had no need to. With his precise grasp of the structure of his magical energy, he could easily break most barriers. Facing ordinary magi... it was like using a nuclear bomb to destroy a mosquito. He could basically just reach through the imaginary space and slap it twice, so there was no need to let the mental world erode reality.

After all, it is really troublesome for him to use the inherent barrier to release magic.

But now it is different. The current situation requires him to carry out large-scale "material conversion". His alchemy cannot change the properties of matter as easily as Newton did, and he cannot rely solely on alchemy to complete the "transformation of things".

Therefore, he could only release the inherent barrier.

"—The celestial body is the void (Antrum), and the void is the void (Unbirth). However, within the void (Anima) exists the axiom (Animus Universe)."

Xing Qingjiu's thoughts sank into the world of imaginary numbers as he chanted. Although it was just a ritual chant, the words Xing Qingjiu used were slightly different from Newton's.

——"My principles" became "justice."

His thoughts connected with his own mental world, projecting the Kyoto leyline nodes he had discovered so far and the river "Kamogawa" that ran through Kyoto into his mental world.

——The basic simulation environment of the laboratory has been set up.

The identity formula of the spiritual field had already been obtained, but to be on the safe side, Xing Qingfeng did not intend to use it directly. This was too arbitrary and might even lead to uncontrollable consequences if he was not careful.

Now, under his comprehensive observation, the magic field covering Kyoto has begun to show decoherence reaction. The once unstable magic field is in a superposition state like Schrödinger's cat in a box. But now, the cat box has been opened, and the truth is revealed. The cat died in the cat box, and the magic field finally collapsed and became stable.

This made his simulation experiments more feasible and much easier.

"Well, it's time to say it now," Xing Qing looked at the direction of the earth veins and the magic field in front of him and took a deep breath. "Let's start the experiment!"

The first thing to change was the Kamogawa River. The once clear waters now shimmered faintly in the moonlight, carrying the chill of a Kyoto winter night. They reflected the ancient buildings and quiet streets along its banks, and occasionally, gentle ripples formed on the surface, gently lapping against the banks.