Amidst the heavy rain, Professor Zhang’s hair was drenched, rainwater streaming down his cheeks as he looked at the plant machine embedded in the soil in front of him, conversing with the Ancient Immortal in his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, his whole being half-awake and half-asleep, his movents becoming stiff like a puppet... He was about to be controlled by the Ancient Immortal again!
"Ptooey..."
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam into the rain, leaving a trail of blood on his lips. It turned out he bit his tongue tip to wake himself up, freeing himself from the control of the Ancient Immortal.
"Master, what are you doing?"
His eyes again narrowed slightly, his whole being half-awake and half-asleep, his movents becoming stiff like a puppet... The Ancient Immortal tried again, once more attempting to control him!
But his left hand suddenly made a big move, digging into the not yet completely healed wound on his right hand!
Puchi!
Blood gushed out.
He furrowed his brows and grunted, painfully, but he smiled wide and out loud. He once again freed himself from the control of the Ancient Immortal.
"Master, you’re here again?"
"I know, at so point, you found a little junior brother."
"But even if there is a newcor, is there a need to be so rciless to the old ones?"
In his dream, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal laughed angrily.
"Hmph, do you know what that thing is?"
Professor Zhang slumped into the puddle, letting the heavy rain fall on him.
"I know.
"Although I’m just a useless alchemist, not sure if I ascended to Sequence Eight by using unsavory drugs... but I have my efforts too.
"I’ve studied all the docunts I could understand in your warehouse, reading as much as possible and rembering more.
"All the things you said, I listened with ears attentive, keeping them in my heart."
"Just hoping that knowing a bit more might be useful soday."
"Hehe."
"I rember you said that in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty Alchemy Dao, there were subjects that were complete traps, many alchemists who devoted their whole lives to it only ended up stuck and helpless."
"One of the biggest traps among them is this plant machine!
"Do you want it very much?
"Want to see how it was refined?"
In his brain, the Ancient Immortal sighed.
"Disciple!
"Give it to your master; perhaps I... have a slight hope to learn sothing from it.
"Having learned it, I can teach you too.
"If you keep it, what use could you have for it?
"Do you expect you can understand it?
"Don’t overthink it!
"Keeping it has no use!"
Professor Zhang laughed, gently shaking his head.
"No... I don’t intend to learn anything from it.
"I want to keep it in the Committee, using it to search for the Immortal Grass hiding in this world!
"With it, extract all harmful Immortal Grass!"
In his mind, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal had already stood up, his thin and tall figure casting a long shadow by the campfire. He was still unwilling.
"Perhaps, this thing has been tampered with?
"Perhaps, just after you’ve used it to find the Immortal Grass, the guy would know imdiately?
"All your effort is just working for him?
"The Immortal Grass in this world would fall into his hands, while you achieve nothing in vain."
Professor Zhang grinned.
Isn’t that good?
With weak Immortal Grass, the Committee can handle it, and that person would disdain to seize it.
With powerful Immortal Grass, the Committee can’t handle it, and that person would co to subdue it.
For the Committee, more important is guarding the stability of this world, rather than any Immortal Grass... anyway, even if obtained, it won’t be used.
If the plant machine has no back door, then he has to accept it.
If the plant machine does have a back door, then he...
"...could not ask for more!"
In the heavy rain, other committee mbers woke up, slowly crawling up from the ground. Their clothes and hair were soaked. Several walked over slowly, approaching Professor Zhang.
Xue Yong also woke up, wiping the water on his face, walking toward Professor Zhang, "Professor, are you alright?"
Professor Zhang suddenly stuck out his hand.
"Stop where you are, don’t co closer!"
He glanced at the awakened Wu Qingyun.
"Qingyun, hold your sword tight, watch that branch with the long glove carefully, don’t let anyone approach it, don’t let anyone touch it.
"Whoever touches it dies!
Everyone present was immortal-related personnel; if anyone touched the plant machine, even for a brief mont, it would enter their dream, into the hands of the Ancient Immortal.
Professor Zhang looked once at his secretary, "Call Chairman Chen Shu, arrange for so people who are definitely not immortal-related to co over and take charge of this thing."
As for how to manage and use it, that will be discussed later.
...
The sky over Fox Mountain was covered by thick clouds, as if it had always been so for thousands of years, never changing.
In the ruins, Quanquan Hu was wielding a small shovel, quickly digging soil. A fox and a shovel, wagging its tail, followed along a broken wall, digging the tunnel, advancing quickly.
"Whimper?"
Recalling the buildings, bronze plates, tiles, utensils, and tools it had dug up along the way... its Quanquan Hu whiskers trembled slightly, as if its treasure-seeking antenna sensed sothing again.
"Whimper?"
It had a feeling, digging along the broken wall would surely yield results!
The fox showed a smile, it patted its plump belly... it seed the treasure-seeking fox was about to succeed again!
Puchi!
Another shovel fell.
Rumble...
From the landing shovel, muddy water gushed out, flowing more fiercely.
"Awoo?"
It quickly jumped outside the tunnel.
What’s going on?
Where did the mud water co from?
"Awoo?"
It raised its head, seeing the ruins ahead, and widened its eyes, furrowing its brows, opening its mouth, and drooping its ears.
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