Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 146 The Core Experiment of the Self-cultivation Furnace
After taking off almost all of his magical weapons, Ma Xianhong took two deep breaths and continued to climb to the top of the mountain.

In fact, he knew in his heart that the person chosen by Chanzi, even if he was not extremely powerful, was definitely comparable to a weapon refiner like him.

After he lost his protective magic weapon, it was easy to knock him out and take him away. Even a kid like Liu Wukui could do it with his supernatural powers.

The reason why he handed over all the offensive magic weapons and even some useless magic weapons during the survey to Feng Qin one by one and explained the uses of the magic weapons one by one was just to delay time.

He knew very well in his heart that the next scene might overturn his perception of his sister and also shake his determination to refine the self-cultivation furnace.

So in terms of action, I always feel that if I delay a little longer, those images that subvert my cognition may disappear together.

Feng Qin was not in a hurry and just waited quietly for Ma Xianhong to make a decision.

The core cannot be completed in the blink of an eye. In Feng Qin's opinion, Yaoxing Society did complete the core in 2010, but it took a whole year of multiple experiments to complete it.

Instead of using human experiments as is done now, it only takes a few seconds for the child to become their own.

Therefore, Feng Qin was not in the least bit anxious.

This touch of calmness also soothed Ma Xianhong's imagination of conspiracy theories.

He originally thought that this might be a trap deliberately set by Feng Qin in front of him. As a member of the Tang Sect, he might be able to avoid his detection and lay down various conspiracies around the self-cultivation furnace.

Now seeing Feng Qin so calm and at ease, even calmer than him.

Only then can I completely get rid of this idea.

rustle--

Ma Xianhong pushed aside the knee-high weeds growing on the top of the mountain and looked forward without blinking.

On the top of the mountain, a temple-like building was built. It was specially built by Ma Xianhong for the Xiushen Furnace. While it can block wind and rain, it also represents his respect and love for the Xiushen Furnace.

This is what modern people often say, it is worthy of being worshipped in the Tai Sui Temple.

In the temple, there was a self-cultivation furnace that he had made. It only lacked a core to be completed.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not create a core worthy of a self-cultivation furnace.

This core needs to satisfy the process from nothing to something.

In other words, turning a person who originally had no Qi into an extraordinary person also means regaining the memories that were originally lost.

No matter which one you want to achieve, you need a [core] that can represent both existence and non-existence.

Because of the lack of the core, there is a space next to the self-cultivation furnace for storing the core, which is empty.

In other words, it was supposed to be empty.

But now, there was an alien stuffed inside, whose head was the size of a normal human, but whose body was only as big as his head.

Despite being transformed into a "two-headed man", the man was still alive, muttering what he had said before. He kept repeating... that he was originally an alien.

He went from thinking that he was "nothing" to thinking that he was "something".

This process was achieved through the use of brainwashing methods.

But he tried to enter the core... and failed.

The self-cultivation furnace did not react at all.

The understanding of Qi, even if it is from nothing to something, even if he "forgot" Qi, he can master Qi again.

This process is also not recognized by the self-cultivation furnace.

But, it doesn't matter.

Because there are more than a dozen people like this two-headed man next to the self-cultivation furnace.

Feng Qin couldn't tell which sects the disciples were from.

But we know that they all took leave "voluntarily" and then disappeared.

The horror of Shuangquan Hands is chilling.

Each sect captured one or two people, and all the behaviors seemed normal. In fact, all of this did not require any special effort from the Yaoxing Society.

It is not easy to be detected and will not expose your own plan.

Just being able to do this is enough to make people shudder. Recalling what Tang Miaoxing said, even if they caught the undercover who leaked secrets from Nadutong, even if they questioned the arrested disciples of various sects.

There is no clear name for it.

It was as if the circle of extraordinary people formed a tacitly coordinated force in just one second, and then began to seduce disciples from various factions, but when they were finally destroyed, they turned into sand.

It seems like there is no root and no purpose.

No matter how hard you try, you won't find any clues.

Feng Qin's pupils contracted and dilated, and just thinking about it made beads of cold sweat appear on his back.

"vomit--"

Ma Xianhong next to him was even more exaggerated. His stomach turned upside down on the spot and he blurted out everything, including a pool of bile, the food he had eaten and the tea he had drunk that night.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he vomited, but Feng Qin couldn't tell whether he was crying because of the fright of the scene or because of the casualties caused by his own self-cultivation furnace.

All he knew was that he wanted to rush forward and kill those expressionless men who had stuffed all the aliens into the core.

Feng Qin covered his mouth and nose with his palms, put one hand on his back, and pressed him down forcefully. Then he used his knee to press against his tailbone and said in a deep voice:

"Don't be impulsive. I understand that this is definitely different from what you imagined, but impulse won't solve the problem. We must first understand—"

"Uh...I understand. Uh! Bullshit!"

Ma Xianhong had his mouth covered, and he wanted to shout excitedly. His eyes were red as he stared at the disciples from various sects who were crying but still mumbling to themselves.

As the descendant of the Eight Wonders who are hunted by the world, what he wants to do most is not to take revenge on those extraordinary people, but to create a world where everyone is fair.

But now...the original intention of his self-cultivation furnace is producing the opposite effect of what is happening now.

The furnace that should have brought fairness and happiness has caused so many people to sacrifice their lives.

Feng Qin held on tightly, not giving him the chance to amplify his voice.

There was something even more desperate that Feng Qin didn't say to him.

That is, sacrifice is not the saddest thing about these people.

The sad thing is that no one noticed until they died. His family thought he was going out to gain experience, and his disciples thought he didn't want to live a life of hardship.

Ma Xianhong grabbed the mud beneath him tightly with both hands, leaving bloody marks on his fingertips.

In front of him, the alien was still being sent into the self-cultivation furnace step by step, and then he looked towards Ma Xianhong. Fortunately, Feng Qin was stable enough. He just glanced at it and didn't notice anything wrong, so he picked up the phone and reported:
"Failed. The self-cultivation furnace failed to operate."

A very vague female voice came from the other end of the phone. Even though Feng Qin had acquired five senses, it was difficult to hear what was said.

Mainly because the distance is too far.

"Sister Jie..."

Ma Xianhong's mouth was covered and his speech was unclear.

He couldn't hear the words clearly, but he could tell who the voice came from.

The purpose was achieved.

Feng Qin watched Ma Xianhong's resistance become more and more fierce, and he understood that his goal had been achieved.

So he raised his hand and swung it silently using the technique he had learned when practicing throwing silver steel needles.

He was knocked unconscious on the spot with a bang.

Then he used the thickest hidden thread to make a rope, tied it to his back, and imitated a wild animal as it went down the mountain, leaving silently with its limbs close to the ground.

The subordinate who was talking on the phone looked again at the place where Ma Xianhong had been lying before, then thought about it, took two steps forward, and did not find anything unusual.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No, it might be some small disturbance."

"As I recall, you're not that sensitive."

(End of this chapter)