PFC Chapter 381 Shen Ji Lian’s Whisper: Temptation and Choice!
Chapter 381 Shen Ji Lian’s Whisper: Temptation and Choice!
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhuge Qing's mind.
He thought about rejecting Ma Xianhong, leaving Biyou Village, and telling the company about it.
However, these thoughts were eventually rejected by him one by one.
He knew that he had no way out.
He had already promised Ma Xianhong to participate in the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace.
If he quits now, not only would he offend Ma Xianhong, but he would also lose the chance to obtain the Divine Machine.
What's more, he was also full of curiosity about the self-cultivation furnace.
He wanted to know what secrets this mysterious magic weapon concealed.
Zhuge Qing's gaze fell on the self-cultivation furnace again.
The strange flickering light seemed to have a kind of magic that attracted him and made him unable to look away.
There was a voice shouting in his heart.
"Go, go and have a look, go and explore, and uncover the secrets of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements!"
This voice became louder and stronger, and finally occupied his entire mind.
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and made a decision.
"Okay, Lao Ma, I'll help you."
His voice was calm and firm, as if he had made up his mind.
"But, I have a condition."
Zhuge Qing looked at Ma Xianhong, a gleam of brilliance flashing in his eyes.
"What conditions?"
Ma Xianhong asked, with a hint of caution in his tone.
"I want you to promise that no matter what happens, no innocent people will be harmed."
Zhuge Qing spoke word by word, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"innocent people?"
Ma Xianhong frowned, seeming a little confused.
“Are those temporary workers, those jacks of all trades, also innocent people?”
There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"They are my enemies, the stumbling blocks that prevent me from realizing my ideals. I don't need to show any mercy to my enemies!"
"Old horse!"
Zhuge Qing's voice rose an octave again.
"The innocent people I'm talking about are those who have nothing to do with this matter, those ordinary villagers, those who are not involved in this dispute!"
He looked at Ma Xianhong with seriousness in his eyes.
"If you can't even do this, then there's nothing to talk about between us!"
Ma Xianhong was silent for a moment, as if thinking about Zhuge Qing's words.
His eyes flickered, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.
Finally, he nodded.
"Okay, I promise you."
Ma Xianhong said, with a hint of reluctance in his tone.
"But I will never let those temporary workers go!"
His eyes turned cold again.
"That's your business."
Zhuge Qing said lightly, his tone was calm and indifferent.
"I am only responsible for repairing the self-cultivation furnace. Other matters have nothing to do with me."
He turned and walked towards the self-cultivation furnace, no longer paying attention to Ma Xianhong.
He already had his own plans in mind.
He had to temporarily assist Ma Xianhong to complete the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace.
However, he would also observe secretly, looking for opportunities to stop Ma Xianhong's crazy plan.
He couldn't let Ma Xianhong drag the entire alien world into an abyss of no return.
Zhuge Qing stood in front of the self-cultivation furnace, carefully observing the patterns on the furnace.
His fingers gently stroked the cold metal, feeling the powerful force contained within.
His heart was filled with mixed emotions.
There is both a desire for the divine machine and a worry about the future.
He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong.
He only knew that he had to keep going and face everything that was coming.
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and began to mobilize the Qi in his body.
Inside the workshop, the dim light flickered, stretching Zhuge Qing's figure diagonally.
He took a deep breath, slowly mobilized the Qi in his body, like guiding a trickle of water, and carefully injected it into the self-cultivation furnace in front of him.
"Om..."
The furnace body vibrated slightly, and the originally dim lines gradually lit up.
It emits a soft light, as if responding to Zhuge Qing's Qi.
The light flows like the flow of stars, or the pulsation of blood, full of the rhythm of life.
Zhuge Qing was fully focused and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest.
He could feel that his Qi was establishing some subtle connection with the self-cultivation furnace.
This feeling is both strange and familiar, exciting and unsettling.
He held his breath, carefully feeling the flow of Qi inside the self-cultivation furnace, cautiously exploring the unknown territory.
He tried to understand the operating mechanism of the Divine Machine and tried to touch the essence of the method of refining equipment.
It was an indescribable mysterious feeling, as if I were in a vast and boundless universe.
There are countless twinkling stars around, each star represents a material, a change, and a possibility.
Ma Xianhong stood quietly by the side, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes sharp as torches, staring closely at Zhuge Qing's every move.
His eyes were complex, showing both expectation and worry.
He knew that Zhuge Qing was extremely talented and had amazing comprehension, and was a rare sorcerer prodigy.
But he also knew that the transformation of the self-cultivation furnace was not an easy task, and the risks involved were even more unpredictable.
"call……"
Zhuge Qing slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead.
He felt that his consciousness seemed to be connected to the self-cultivation furnace.
He could "see" the flow of Qi in the furnace, like a rushing river, winding and flowing endlessly.
He could "hear" the subtle changes in the furnace material, like the breathing of life, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.
This feeling made him both excited and shocked.
He seemed to have touched a whole new world, a magical world composed of Qi and matter.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the workshop was silent.
Only the low humming sound of the self-cultivation furnace echoed in the air.
Zhuge Qing's consciousness became deeper and deeper.
He felt as if he had merged into the self-cultivation furnace and become a part of it.
He "saw" more details, more changes, and more possibilities.
He "heard" more sounds, more rhythms, and more mysteries.
He was immersed in this mysterious feeling and couldn't extricate himself.
Suddenly, Ma Xianhong's voice woke him up from his trance.
"Are you ready? We're about to begin."
Zhuge Qing came back to his senses and nodded.
"Ah."
He took a deep breath and adjusted himself.
He knew that the real test had just begun.
Ma Xianhong walked to the self-cultivation furnace, put his hands in seals, and muttered something.
Streams of Qi shot out from his fingertips and poured into the self-cultivation furnace.
"Om..."
The vibration of the self-cultivation furnace became more violent, and the light on the furnace became brighter.
Zhuge Qing stood aside, watching all this nervously.
He knew that Ma Xianhong was preparing for him to enter the self-cultivation furnace.
"Zhuge Qing, I'm going to open the furnace door."
Ma Xianhong's voice sounded again.
"Remember, the self-cultivation furnace is not yet completely stable. The internal environment is complicated and may cause hallucinations or even make people lose their minds."