Lian Cheng scoffed coldly.
In this world, there is a condition known as "stubbornness."
There are people who, even if they have Green Plum Essence in their mouth, an acupressure board against their chest, a big sister weighing over 200 pounds stepping on their back, their legs tended to by a fascia knife, and the maximum power output of simulated birth electrodes attached to their abdon... even if they are already gasping for air, on their last breath, they will still raise their head, bulge their eyes, and issue a soulful interrogation:
"Didn't you have your al?!"
Even if the world exploded, Superior and Nine Evils disappeared, the universe was destroyed, that duck-stubborn mouth of theirs would still drift in the boundless void, chattering incessantly.
Ha, all bluster and pretense... is it of any use?!
The real torture is yet to co!
Lian Cheng looked down in contempt, glanced over, then could not help but... take another look, and another, bulging his eyes, coming closer, taking a few more glances.
Studying that infuriatingly tearable smile.
From beginning to end, not even a hint of change.
It's all an act!
Absolutely a fucking act!
But looking at it...
Lian Cheng exhausted all his ans of observation, only to despairingly find—it really doesn't seem like it!
Expression, heartbeat, muscles, all without any fluctuation; no signs of tension; even the spiritual energy was unvarying from start to finish, calm and composed.
It was as if he were lying down listening to Pingtan music, even feeling like yawning.
This isn't right!
This can't be possible!
An overwhelming sense of absurdity erged from Lian Cheng's heart. He wished he could rush up to Ji Jue and slap him hard across the face: Are you faking it, are you fucking kidding ?!
Why?!
I have been dedicatedly following Nine Evils, putting my life on the line trying to penetrate the barrier, and then to be jerked around so much I could die—why don't you have any reaction?
It's like in the plot of a novel where everyone agrees to go make so pocket money off of so unfamiliar elders: I'm at the forefront in agonizing, unceasing pain, shedding tears and snot, convulsing with eyes rolling back and hand signals, while so guy with dyed blond hair coolly plays on his phone, not moving or calling out, even casually glancing up when he gets impatient: Hmm? Have you started yet?
Instantly, the unfairness of the world, the hierarchy of abilities, the divergence of destinies, the disparities in quality, who is a master and who is fodder, beca crystal clear.
A profound disgrace!
Truly an undoubted ultimate insult!
Raging hatred surged continuously from within his heart, a surge of bile he could no longer control, even wanting to rush up and give the Undying Disease's giant tumor a few solid punches.
Not eaten? Put so effort into it, damn it!
Bring out the sa fuss you made tornting , co on!
Why the hell are you so freakishly playful with , yet when dealing with this bastard from God knows where, you're all sweet and tender?
And right above their heads, the giant tumor with countless mournful faces suddenly burst into a piercing shriek.
The wailing remained.
But this ti, it was especially agonizing.
Burnt traces appeared on the blurred faces, with sparks popping from their mouths.
As if being scorched by an invisible fla.
Placed within the lting Furnace.
The powerless wailing...
The tendrils wrapped around Ji Jue's body trembled one by one, unable to transmit the Evil's infection and impact, as if being torn apart by many unseen monsters.
At the very mont the inoculation began, the first to violently alter was the Matrix within Ji Jue's body.
Non-attack.
As if raging.
The Matrix, originally peaceful and stable, indifferent to all below, controlling everything, now displayed such vivid hostility and ferocity, sheer malice towards the invader!
Under the many influences brought forth by the blessing of Spirit First, even the Matrix's reactions beca more responsive, and likewise, its likes and dislikes were distinct.
Ji Jue, well done! The blessing, wonderful! Superior, excellent!
Evil Foolish, Evil, Mutant... all of you fucks can die!!!
The previously aloof and detached aura suddenly shifted to ferocity and fury, like an engineer suddenly pulling out two machetes from his pocket and wildly slashing left and right as if unleashing an unparalleled fury.
Pointing at the trembling Undying Disease, the malice was sharp and severe—co to Ji Jue's avenue, don't let see you, if I see you, I must smash your face, must rip off your dog head!
It was not just the revulsion showing from having witnessed the previous user tornted by the Corrosive Furnace Core for centuries, but also a deeper, more fundantal hatred and rage.
From the very beginning of design and creation, the cunning planning laid the foundation—for absolute malice towards all Vortex creations!
At that mont, under the stimulus of the Undying Disease, Ji Jue could feel the Non-attack Matrix manifest for a mont on his hands; then, the complex patterns began to grow autonomously, spreading from under his flesh and blood, drawing from his spiritual essence wasn't enough; after depleting a large part of the Spiritual Storage in his watch, it completely covered his entire body.
Over the flesh, organs, and bones, covering all.
An armor, thick and leaving no gaps for the soul, insulated from all internal erosion by the Undying Disease. If it weren't for the insufficient blessings and spiritual energy, probably by now millions of Invisible Hands would have extended against the connections of the flesh, in reverse growth into the tumor of the Undying Disease.
Even without the need for a cousin's intervention.
That little bit of Undying Disease infection that managed to enter Ji Jue's body was already completely locked down, sealed off. It only managed to erode a little spiritual essence and couldn't touch the soul even in the slightest.
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