"Import it now, then import it."

At the moment of confirmation, Ji Jue's hand had already plunged into the giant mouth of the meat mountain, and then... he began to regret it.

This slimy touch and creepily writhing movement, even that basin-sized stinking mouth vividly demonstrated the unbreakable truth of this world—money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat.

Why is it so hard to earn your damn money?

Snap!

With a crisp crack, the fierce-eyed meat mountain suddenly couldn't feel its jaw anymore. The entire jaw had been dislocated by Ji Jue's other hand.

Then, his right hand's skillful fingers transmitted directly from the esophagus, recklessly searching among the deformed organs.

He firmly grasped the grotesquely thick heart.

And then—the intricate patterns of Non-attack appeared between his fingers, alchemy began!

Mercilessly, extracting!

From the contracting fingers, the hissing fats quickly seeped out, while the rich spiritual material within swiftly shrank amid the fierce scavenging.

"Ha! Ha ha ha—aaaaah!!!"

Within the gaping mouth, once again burst out a muddled and piercing scream, the meat mountain convulsed violently, under its thin-as-paper taut skin, streams of Spiritual Circuit spread like living things from the blood vessels.

Fluid Alchemy, revealed.

At this moment, the blood flowing out of the heart became the medium of Fluid Alchemy, transmitting Non-attack's power throughout the bloated body on the verge of bursting, engulfing everything.

"Quiet—"

Ji Jue raised a finger in front of him, signaling to meat mountain from a bird's-eye view. Instantly, the screaming abruptly stopped, for the vocal cords had been removed.

Then, the entire meat mountain convulsed intensely, involuntarily twitching, sending up waves.

On its face filled with flabby flesh, eyes turned white, faintly casting a pitiful glimmer.

Under the thin skin, one could see, strands of glowing light converging from the blood vessels.

Like a pump starting, from the muffled noise, all souls swallowed by the meat mountain were fully extracted by the force of Non-attack.

Even, including the meat mountain's own!

Thousands of silver sparks traveled along the bloodstream towards the heart, all the large chunks of residual spirit were instantly shattered by the Dissociation Technique, then purified by Fluid Alchemy, extracting the purest, clear spiritual material, entwining around the fingers, the magnificent light growing ever brighter.

In just a few seconds, the entire meat mountain began to secrete layers of sweat like oily cream, its horrifying body visibly shriveled and shrank.

In the end, only an exaggerated and cumbersome skin remained, enveloping a skeleton.

The light in its eyes flickered like candles in the wind.

And when Ji Jue finally pulled his sticky arm from its mouth, she could no longer endure, instinctively vomiting, like a sewer gushing, completely emptying her bloated stomach.

An abhorrent waterfall shot up instantly, the thick gastric juices and undigested meat paste along with dry bones, all spewed out.

Finally, in that puddle of foul acidic liquid and vomit, only a disfigured monster remained, its chest, feebly heaving.

Ji Jue, having anticipated this, had already pulled over the shocked and emaciated family member beside him, shielding himself and Tong Hua like an umbrella, catching all the spewed vomit.

Then, he turned back and handed Tong Hua the object in his hand.

"Here, take this."

"Yuck, how disgusting."

Tong Hua picked up a basin from the ground, receiving the solidified paste resembling frozen fat, frowning, unconsciously leaning back: "What is this?"

"Glycerin."

His succinct answer made her little hand tremble again.

"You've come all the way, all this fat, might as well save it," Ji Jue reassured. "Rest assured, its nature is quite stable before reacting with nitric acid and concentrated sulfuric acid."

Speaking, he finally let go of the family member who was splattered all over, looked down, and admired his own results, nodding appreciatively: "You see, the complexion is much better now!"

Only now did the disheveled family member react, trembling, stiffly turning around: "You, you... weren't you going to use the import method?"

"Didn't we just import?"

Ji Jue spread his hands: "Isn't this the perfect remedy... Her condition was malnutrition, now look, she's no longer over-nourished, isn't that better?!"

The expression of the emaciated monster twisted, anger growing as he looked at his wife lying on the bed, barely alive.

"This, this is against the rules."

He suddenly turned around, staring fiercely at Ji Jue, hesitating to attack, merely squeezing words through his teeth: "I want to complain, com, complain..."

But then, his face was covered by the looming shadow.

As if frozen.

From the gaze of those eyes.

"This is very much in accordance with the rules."

Ji Jue looked down, telling him: "Absolutely in accordance, completely in accordance with the rules—you made a request, I diagnosed, and explained the method. And you exercised your right to informed consent and accepted the plan, made a decision, and finally, the treatment achieved perfect results."

"And now, the disease is cured, yet you tell me, you want to complain?"

Ji Jue leaned closer, staring at his face, questioning word by word: "Could it be... you don't want to pay?"

The expression of the emaciated monster twitched again, and again.

As if it wanted to bare its teeth and hiss.

All the fierceness and ferocity froze and dissipated under Ji Jue's gaze… until, it could no longer hide its terror and unease.

"I will… I will pay…"

He racked his brains, mobilizing the few bits of intellect he had, trying hard to think: "But you didn't say how much! This is fraud, fraud! I want to see the director, I…"

But in front of him, Ji Jue's smile gradually became covered by darkness, growing more eerie, "'Any price will do,' those were your exact words, right?"

"I… I…"

"No worries, don't be afraid you can't afford it. I'm not greedy." Ji Jue raised a finger, smiling as he promised, "Just a little bit will do, relax, it won't hurt."

There was a moment when his eyes seemingly brightened with surprise and delight.

"Really… really?"

"Shh, no more talking—"

Ji Jue raised his left hand, spreading his fingers, and just like that, lightly, gently, pressed it against the gaunt monster's face.

He grabbed it.

From the terrified scream, just like plucking a ripe fruit from a branch, gently, a twist!

Crack—

The fruit fell from the stem.

The screaming abruptly stopped, a shriveled corpse fell back, convulsing as it vainly tried to grasp at the air, struggling futilely.

And on that head, the monster's eyes, the last thing they saw, was a gentle smile. From behind the cracks of that smile, fierce flames gradually burst forth.

Endless fires of despair rose, devouring everything.

The effects of Non-attack once again unfolded, Heavenly Skill operations, supported by Spirit First, and even Non-attack's effects, in an instant, all the fur, flesh and blood on that head shriveled and faded, turning to dust.

Only leaving behind a white jade-like skull, on which circles of Spiritual Circuits emerged, engraved within, eventually forming a cage-like lock structure.

In a few seconds, using the original soul's container as a base, a simple Spiritual Cage was made.

Then, Ji Jue's right hand, which had scraped up a large amount of Mutated Spirit Material, was thrown into it.

Thus, a wisp of verdant Spirit Light ignited from the empty eye sockets of the skull.

Indicating that Ji Jue's internal capacity was still quite spacious.

"It looks pretty good."

Ji Jue nodded, wiping his hands on the headless, squirming body, and finally picked up a necklace from beside it... since there wasn't much of a neck left, it couldn't be worn anyway, might as well gift it to himself.

His hands came together, and when they opened again, the original silver necklace had turned into a section of chain hook, one end hanging at the top of the skull, and the other under the lab coat, attached to his waistband.

"Hmm, looks rather impressive."

Ji Jue nodded in approval, turning back to ask, "How does this look?"

Tong Hua, who had witnessed the whole process, held the glycerin basin, her hands constantly trembling.

Several times, she started to speak but stopped.

In the chilling breeze and eerie atmosphere, she found herself unable to speak, tears almost streaming down… Was this the Chosen One of the Embers?

So terrifying!

"Hmm, since treatment is done, I won't keep everyone any longer."

Ji Jue, hands on hips, finally gave a grin to the other shaking patients in the ward: "I'll be back tomorrow to take care of everyone. Those who didn't receive treatment today, don't worry, there's enough for everyone.

If you need anything else, be sure to ring the bell and call for the nurses and doctors."

With that, after leaving behind heart-warming words, Ji Jue, accompanied by Tong Hua, pushed the door and left.

The moment the door closed, the silent ward finally erupted with long-suppressed cries and screams, so loud, mixed with faint chewing and sobbing sounds.

As the lights went out, everything plunged into darkness.

Nothing more to see.

From the cries and wails in the ward, the corridor became eerily silent in contrast.

Seeing Ji Jue's smile, and even the 'consultation fees' hanging at his waist, the patients in the corridor disappeared in an instant, running as far as possible.

Fearful of a next round of free consultation from this fellow, to help everyone resolve their pain issues.

Ji Jue also turned back, taking the basin from Tong Hua's hands, reshaping it into a sufficiently thick bucket, looking forward to the glycerin melting inside.

But before they returned to the office, they heard, from the end of the corridor, heart-stopping footsteps coming once again.

In a moment of startled panic, a doctor stitched together from corpse parts appeared before them.

Like a nightmare, so close at hand.

Ji Jue looked up at this face, which was beginning to feel familiar: "We meet again, Director Qian. Is there anything you need?"

"I have received complaints from patients, someone has broken the hospital rules—"

The chief physician still grinned exaggeratedly, a trail of blood meandered down his grin, sinking between his sharp, eager teeth.

A foul stench assaulted the senses.

He asked, "Was it you?"

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