SEC Chapter 54 Little Ma was just a pitiful tool.
Chapter 54 Little Ma was just a pitiful tool.
In the dead of night, at Biyou Village.
After the daytime farce, the village fell into a deathly silence.
The three villagers who had been deprived of their Qi were carried back home.
The remaining villagers were filled with fear, and even their enthusiasm for patrolling plummeted.
Wang was fast asleep, dreaming that he had returned to Wudang Mountain.
He was playing chess with his master, and he was holding a thermos in his hand.
Thermos cup?
Why am I still holding a thermos in my dream?
Suddenly, a cold hand reached into his blanket and pinched his nose precisely.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
Wang Ye suddenly woke up and unleashed a Tai Chi push-hand strike.
"Shh-"
Su Wuxian held Wang Ye's hand with his right hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He put his index finger to his lips and held a flashlight in his other hand, shining it on his face.
"Little Wang, it's me. Wake up, it's time to go 'steal chickens'."
When Wang Ye saw who it was, he frantically scratched his head:
"Uncle Su... what are you up to in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Didn't you, Bao'er, and Chen Duo steal all the chickens in the village?"
"Tonight, we won't steal chickens, we'll steal the tower." Su Wuxian shook his head.
"Hey Su, have you been playing too much mobile gaming? How come you even managed to sneak up on the tower?"
Su Wuxian tossed Wang Ye's Taoist robe to him:
"Stop joking around, get dressed, and come with me to the Xiu Shen Tang clinic. It's too crowded and noisy during the day, so tonight we'll give Ma Xianhong's broken furnace... a physical exam."
......
Xiushantang, the core computer room.
This is a forbidden area of Biyou Village, and normally only Ma Xianhong and a few close associates can enter.
But in front of Su Wuxian, the so-called forbidden area was no different from a public toilet.
"Shield your Qi and stay close to me."
Su Wuxian casually drew a talisman, and the two figures seemed to blend into the night.
Although the several effigies at the entrance had flashing red eyes, they ignored the two people who swaggered in.
Push open the heavy door.
The enormous cultivation furnace stood silently in the darkness, its core shimmering with a faint blue light, accompanied by a deep hum, like a beating mechanical heart.
"Tsk tsk, I have to say, Old Ma is indeed a genius when it comes to weapon crafting."
Wang Ye walked around the stove once, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"This structure, this circuit, is really complicated. It looks high-end. If this thing were used for refining weapons, it could definitely be mass-produced."
"Weapon forging?"
Su Wuxian sneered and walked straight to the control panel of the furnace.
He reached out his hand, but instead of touching the physical object, he placed it on top of the core from a distance.
"Buzz!"
A red and blue light emanated from Su Wuxian's palm.
"Little Wang, open your chaotic golden clapper and freeze that core for one second. I want to see what's inside."
"Alright!"
A Bagua diagram flashed beneath Wang Ye's feet, and he made a hand seal:
"The clapper of the chaotic gong!"
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The humming of the body-cultivating furnace disappeared.
Taking advantage of this moment of stillness, Su Wuxian's two hands, like surgical scalpels, probed into the core internal logic without any hindrance.
After a while.
"Ha, just as I thought."
Su Wuxian withdrew his hand, a mocking expression on his face that seemed to say, "I've seen through everything all along."
"What's wrong, Master Su? Did you find something?" Wang Ye released the spell and came closer.
Su Wuxian pointed to the core and said quietly:
"Ma Xianhong always believed that this furnace was made using his 'Divine Machine Refinement' technique."
"But what he didn't know was that the Divine Hundred Refinements was just a shell."
"The real core logic of this furnace is not refining weapons at all, but... modification."
"Modify?" Wang Ye was taken aback.
"right."
A blue light shone from Su Wuxian's fingertips, drawing a complex structural diagram in the air:
"This furnace has two parts."
"One part is responsible for physical modification and strengthening the meridians; this is the ability of 'Red Hand'."
"The other part is responsible for soul assimilation and implantation of obsessions; this is the ability of the 'Blue Hand'."
"Red hands cultivate the body, blue hands cultivate the soul."
"This is... the Dual Hands."
Wang Ye's pupils constricted sharply, and he gasped.
"Dual-wielding technique?! One of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the Dual-wielding technique?! How could Ma Xianhong possess this?"
He didn't.
Su Wuxian stared coldly at the core that shimmered in the darkness:
"He's just a fool who's been sold out and is still helping the seller count the money."
"The dual-wielding logic at its core is incredibly clever, even... extremely subtle. If I weren't also an expert in this (just kidding), I wouldn't have discovered it at all. (If I hadn't read the original work, who the hell would know that?)"
"Someone is using Ma Xianhong's Divine Hundred Refinements to create a perfect vehicle for this dual-wielding logic."
"Ma Xianhong thought he was benefiting all living beings, but in reality..."
"He's helping someone mass-produce perfect slaves."
Wang felt a chill run down his spine.
Thinking hard!
If this furnace is indeed completed and put into mass production.
So the superhumans created in this way, on the surface they gained power, but in reality their souls were implanted with some kind of command, making them puppets of the mastermind behind the scenes!
"Who is it?" Wang Ye asked in a deep voice. "Who has such power? Who can manipulate Ma Xianhong so easily?"
The image of a woman appeared in Su Wuxian's mind.
Qu Tong.
The president of Yaoxing Society, a successor of the Dual-Handed Technique, and also Ma Xianhong's so-called "older sister".
"A woman hiding in the gutter."
Su Wuxian didn't say the name directly, but instead patted the furnace wall:
"But now is not the time to touch her."
Su Wuxian checked the time:
"It's about time to go back; we have to see a play tomorrow."
"What show are you watching?"
"Ma Xianhong is getting anxious."
Su Wuxian walked out the door and looked at the waning moon in the night sky:
"The villagers were turned today, and another one of Shang Genqi's talents has been ruined. He's like a gambler who's desperate for a win."
"If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow... he's going to start forcibly converting the villagers."
"At that time, the true... hidden agenda will be revealed."
......
At the same time, in the village chief's office.
Ma Xianhong sat alone in the darkness.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was in an extremely unstable state.
The phone screen is lit up.
The above is a text message I just received, sent by someone whose contact name is "Sister".
[Xianhong, time waits for no one. Since outsiders are obstructing us, we must speed things up. We need not heed the villagers' wishes; for the greater good, sacrifice is necessary. Activate the core and complete the first batch of conversions as soon as possible.]
"sacrifice......"
Ma Xianhong muttered to himself.
He remembered Su Wuxian's words from earlier that day, Zhao Guizhen's disgusting evil magic, and Chen Duo's smile because of a puppy.
"Sister...did I really do something wrong?"
"No! I did nothing wrong!"
"Once the Body Refinement Furnace is completed, and once everyone becomes a perfect superhuman, all misunderstandings will vanish!"
Ma Xianhong suddenly stood up, his last hesitation replaced by madness.
"tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow morning, gather all the villagers who wish to stay!"
"Activate the Body Cultivation Furnace!"
"I want to show Su Wuxian, and show the Celestial Master, that my path, Ma Xianhong's path... is the right one!"
Outside the window, dark clouds obscured the moon.
Storm is coming.