"Not right."
Ten minutes later, Professor Ye took off her glasses and carefully wiped them with a velvet cloth, decisively concluding, "Very not right."
Exactly speaking, ever since she beca an apprentice until now, this was the first ti she felt sothing was so off!
Right in front of the two people, a small calf that had wildly spun around with over a hundred pounds of plain boiled chicken yesterday during the Sage's ti was now spinning tires that knew no relations, saucily twirling its butt and mud flaps.
Turning corners, jumping hurdles, patrolling upright, after performing eighteen kinds of stunts, it even perford a "calf to human transformation"! From a motorcycle, it transford into sothing chanical which wasn't quite human and indefinable.
Five legs, two tails, one head, five eyes, three in front, two turn signals mounted on the butt… an abstraction was emphasized.
As for deeper observations and scans, they had already been conducted countless tis with the equipnt inside the workshop.
"How about we disassemble it to see?" she sincerely proposed, with a serious tone, her gaze growing dangerous, "We might discover a huge project. If we can figure it out, the alchemy of today's world might make a significant breakthrough!"
"No, no, Professor, no!"
Ji Jue desperately blocked her, tears streaming down, "This is one of our own... I an, our own calf. Without it, I would have died long ago."
He actually wanted to say, co at if there's any issue, but spared it.
However, upon reflection, he sadly realized that his research value, it seed... was no less than that of the small calf, and even exceeded it by who knows how many tis.
What if the Professor laughed to the sky after listening and said she had been waiting for this phrase for a long ti? Wouldn't Ji Jue really be screwed then?
But the small calf, still carefree, continued to perform stunts, fancy spinning to catch the chicken legs Ye Chun threw… After throwing a whole bag, she unceasingly ordered several more servings and continued throwing! She seed determined to join the plain boiled chicken deity ranks, aiming to beco the second deity of chicken legs!
Unfortunately, there was just one follower.
And a stupid dog with a brain defect…
"No matter how I look at it, it's not right." Professor Ye sighed softly, adjusting her glasses.
Not that she couldn't figure out what it was—actually, she was too clear about what this thing was.
Identified at a glance as remnants of Evil.
After hearing from Ji Jue about its formation, she had completely understood—this was ultimately a mutant Evil born under the nurturing of nurous resentnts and spiritual pain, the essence of which utilized Ji Jue's abilities, coupled with Ji Jue's alchemy operation that he was entirely unaware of at the ti, resulting in a muddled stew!
In the four main elents of alchemy, Ascension, extraction, Purification, all ssed up.
The essence of Ascension is the sublimation of spiritual substances, the purpose of extraction is the essence of blessing, not to ntion Purification, full of impurities like nobody's business… Only Harmony!
Only the 'Harmony' that integrates all, becoming one entity, had a shockingly high completion rate, inexplicably so!
It almost released it from the limitations of Ji Jue's abilities, becoming an independent living creature!
It was as outrageous as if a scholar studying hydroponics saw a delicate sprout erging from a cabbage barrel of Old Lady Dong in freezing weather!
I understand the logic, but how on earth did you execute such an abstract operation?
What happened? How did you do it?
She knew asking these questions was futile, so she went straight to the core, her piercing gaze directly on Ji Jue, "Tell , what exactly were you thinking at that ti?"
"Uh…"
Ji Jue was dumbstruck, at a loss for words.
After pondering for a long ti, as if he finally rembered, his pupils shook violently, and he stamred, "The situation was very dangerous then, extrely urgent. Seeing Sister Wen at a disadvantage, how could I, being just, stand idly by? So, I charged forward boldly..."
Professor Ye interrupted him, "I asked what you were thinking at that ti?"
"At that ti, I was full of determination, unflinchingly, wanting to contribute to this justice..."
"I asked you, what exactly, were you thinking." Professor Ye interrupted again, enunciating each word distinctly, almost out of patience.
"…"
After struggling for a long ti, Ji Jue shifted his gaze, withdrawing his dog head, "Because I was scared to death, all I could think about was not dying like this. If I died, it would be a pity not to eat Lu Ma's plain boiled chicken."
Silence filled the workshop, you could hear a pin drop, only the sound of chicken legs hitting the ground continuously.
Professor Ye's eyes twitched, once, again, and another ti.
Case closed.
Finally, it goddamn figured out.
Finally, she understood why such a mutant Evil, born from so much resentnt and pain, ended up without any lethality or Threat Power!
The starting point was completely wrong!
This might truly be the most harmless Evil and the crappiest Heavenly Artisan in history.
Because if this thing had a brain, it was probably all filled with plain boiled chicken! And it was also very loving, chicken breast, chicken legs, chicken butt, with a big mouth welcoming anyone!
Perhaps for a mont, through a bizarre twist of fate, various factors converged, everything achieved a perfect unity and balance. After Lawrence's death, the monster ford from Dragon Blood and pain was about to hatch.
Yet, this button, bizarrely due to Ji Jue's abilities, ended up in his hands.
He could have created a behemoth capable of devouring Cliff City, could have fashioned an endless sea of rust armies, could have used this power to forge a genuine Heavenly Craftsmanship!
Instead, he slapped his forehead and made a broken motorcycle that only wanted to eat chicken…
In the silence, Professor Ye took off her glasses, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Your caution is not misplaced, Ji Jue."
She sighed, "Don't let anyone know that this was made by you, no, if not necessary, never flaunt its origin to others, understand?
Otherwise, great trouble will await you..."
"Is it that serious?!" Ji Jue gasped in shock, then rejoiced, "Could it be..."
"No, to everyone but its creator, you, it's already worthless," Professor Ye contradicted expressionlessly. "What you should worry about is your own personal safety!"
Half is a bona fide Evil, an alleged but dubious work of Heavenly Craftsmanship, a proper Dragon Blood, haphazardly ssed up. What should have been a luxury mansion in the city center turned into a dumpster by your recklessness.
It completely beca junk...
And it's historically unprecedented high-spec junk!
A little lamb that races at four to five hundred kiloters per hour with Dragon Blood as its oil? What were you thinking?
Don't you know that even a gram of this pure Dragon Blood could be traded for a supercar of equal speed?
Don't you know that during alchemy, even an ounce of Dragon Blood could cause a work reaching its limit to truly Transform into a Heavenly Craftsmanship, and even advance it further?
Professor Ye said profoundly, "Once people find out that such a valuable material was turned into such a thing by you... you would be hunted down by all craftsn, Ji Jue.
Even the Master of the World might want to squeeze you to death."
Hearing this, Ji Jue went rigid, bewildered. Once he was sure that the professor was not joking, his expression twitched, and thinking about who his biggest support was, he instinctively squeezed out a sycophantic smile, "Fortunately, the teacher didn't think of killing . You're the best!"
Ye Xian's expression froze.
Suddenly, he hesitated. Perhaps he should just kill him.
Before he does sothing that disgraces our sect… If discovered, this calamity is my student, I would never be able to hold my head up in the alchemy or academic community again!
But at the sa ti, he increasingly felt the mysteries of fate.
In alchemy, the peak and most magnificent creations are called "Heavenly Destiny."
Compared to the outco of the creation, the craftsman himself is but a channel for nature, a proxy for the hand of fate... because the true result is already predestined by the heavens. Before it was even born, before the materials fell into the craftsman's furnace, it was already chosen by the unseen fate.
That is work completed through you by the heavens.
Every craftsman chases after that experience and result as if bestowed by heaven themselves. Not just individuals, but a collection of all the Cause and Effect and phenona in this world— the fire in this furnace, created by the running Superior; the creation in this cauldron, forged by Heavenly Craftsmanship!
It is for this reason they call the pinnacle alchemical product Heavenly Craftsmanship.
Unfortunately, over hundreds of years, countless craftsn passing down the torch, the fire in the furnace spreading far and wide, acclaid as Heavenly Craftsmanship yet the results plentiful, however, those truly worthy of being called created by the destiny, are exceedingly few.
If for Embers, the everything of the mortal world is the forging furnace of fate, then now, is my own work also considered a link in the 'Heavenly Craftsmanship'?
Undoubtedly, this is a true Chosen Summon, the Chosen One cherished by the Embers, standing right before my eyes!
Craftsn often say, "Embers are generous, creation boundless."
Among the Twelve Superior, compared to others, the Embers are indeed the most generous, sparing no expense, expecting no return for their favored Chosen Ones.
However, there is a second part to that saying.
—"Embers are cruel, pitiless toward the diocre."
The more a Chosen One is cherished, the more they must endure hardship. Once a Chosen One's abilities and performance do not match the blessings they've received, then the Embers' favor will be rcilessly withdrawn and fade.
Then, even the gifts already received can beco more prone to go out of control and turn into Evil.
Just like those defective products that Ye Xian himself personally discarded in the warehouse, even though at first showered with imnse love, but once they slip up, slight mishaps, they plumt into the abyss.
Covered in Dust for a long ti, enduring and waiting, yet unnoticed.
Until totally forgotten, completely turning into Dust.
The Path of Embers is such a cruel path. From the first day you set foot on it, your Heavenly Craftsmanship begins... inevitably fraught with troubles and hardships.
But after so many twists and trials, how many can successfully make it to the end of their Heavenly Destiny?
Professor Ye, wiping his glasses, couldn't help but sigh softly, "Your life, Ji Jue, might be more difficult than you imagine."
"Ah?"
Ji Jue, confused, pressing hands against the little calve feverishly slobbering on him, clueless.
In silence, Ye Xian hesitated several tis, wanting to speak but stopping. Yet, each ti he looked into those calm and joyful eyes, he would fall into silence again.
That kind of look, she had seen too many tis.
On too many people.
For so, there is nothing better than a smooth and peaceful life.
But for others, it's not the case. Even if they say, as long as life goes on and being happy is most important, when it really cos to making decisions, they choose the opposite path, decisively, without hesitation. Chasing after elusive lights, struggling through, even if the path is rough, still finding joy, and even knowing ahead lies a dead-end, they never look back... Such people, who needs others to point fingers?
She silently sighed, only saying, "No, it's nothing, just feel like a purposeful life is waiting for you."
"Really?" Ji Jue's eyes lit up, his smile harder to suppress than AK's.
"As long as you don't get killed by your own antics, probably, yes?"
Professor Ye turned her gaze away, headed toward the lting Furnace, "Let's go, it's ti for class."
"Oh oh, yay!"
Ji Jue clenched his fist and cheered, following excitedly.
Without hesitation, never looking back.
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