The essence lies in how to artificially induce mutation and breed mutants!

To Ji Jue, this was no different from setting off fireworks on a manhole cover; the noise was definitely louder than usual, and when it was time to go, it was surely quicker and more tranquil than normal.

A slight distraction could easily lead to a loss of control and collapse, and without careful attention, something ghostly might pop out of the furnace, and then it wouldn't be up to the craftsman to decide.

After mastering the related techniques and theories, one could indeed transcend one's own rank and limits, creating something beyond one's own limitations.

However, the problem was that the controllability was nearly nonexistent.

It was good work—but it wore the craftsman out.

If done without preparation, it was just like flooring the gas pedal on an overpass during a stormy night—don't ask where daddy went, just leave; crying is useless, might as well take you with me!

Thus, it demanded even greater control, adaptability, and skill from the craftsman.

The inept and the worthless perished at the threshold; if one managed to be fully initiated, then one's growth would skyrocket wildly like a rocket…

It was precisely because of this that the more Ji Jue learned, the more extremely wrong it seemed.

Because these theories and techniques, he had never seen them on anyone else!

To let someone as useless as Duden slide was one thing; but Lian Yun, your direct disciple, why doesn't he know even a tiny bit?

The teaching material I learned, was it all made up by you, you old coot, on the fly?

Something's off, totally off!

Ji Jue pondered, and soon, raised his eyes to the silhouette beside him: "Where's the old Duden? I want to see old Duden!"

The silhouette fell silent for a moment and soon raised a finger pointing toward a door behind him.

The door swung open, revealing the corridor.

"Thanks."

Ji Jue maneuvered his wheelchair slowly towards the corridor, ignoring the mess behind him.

The whole workshop seemed constantly changing; even the space behind the same door looked different every time he looked. This corridor sometimes led to the supply room, sometimes to Ji Jue's sleeping area, sometimes to the bathroom, and now it had become Jian Yuan's studio.

Despite the countless times he'd walked it, one could still feel, in the shadows, eyes watching and spying.

As if every move was under numerous watchful eyes.

Click.

Not far away, a door slowly closed.

A stooped figure bowed and backed out deferentially, closing the door for their teacher, a sycophantic smile on their face.

But turning around and seeing Ji Jue not far away, the smile froze on their face.

Gradually turning livid, gradually fierce.

In those eyes, streaks of scarlet blood slowly emerged.

Teeth gritted.

"It's you..."

"Ah, where in life do we not meet each other, if it isn't our old friend Cun Ling?"

Ji Jue eyed the stooped and embarrassed figure, and the puppet that seemed to have grown into their shoulder, and clucked his tongue: "Haven't seen you in a few days, why have you deteriorated so much?"

Bang!

The mutated craftsman's face turned livid, and with one kick, he flipped Ji Jue's wheelchair, then, grabbing his neck, lifted him from the ground and slammed him against the wall.

Fingers tightened like iron clamps.

"Listen, you bastard, no matter how you've deceived the teacher, your good days won't last long!"

Cun Ling moved closer, staring intently at Ji Jue's face, warning word by word: "One day, you'll fall into my hands, and then, it'll be time for us to settle accounts!

As he suffocated, Ji Jue tried to speak but couldn't breathe, his vision rapidly darkening.

Not until he'd had enough of seeing Ji Jue's distressed state did his fingers slowly loosen a crack.

The raspy choked coughs and gasps followed, even mockery.

"Old pal, wrongs have their roots, debts have their debtors; your fall to this state isn't my fault, think about who started this, right?"

Gasping, Ji Jue smirked: "If you're really so principled, why not turn around, kick that door open, and stab that old Duden to death with random stabs; wouldn't that repay the teacher's kindness and your revenge?"

Cun Ling's expression twitched, struggling against an instinctive shudder, furious: "If you dare say one more word, I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Really?"

Ji Jue mused: "I feel like I could say several more words, but you might not be able to... Hmm, perhaps you're almost unable."

From his pitying and sympathetic words, the hand clutching his neck gradually lost its strength.

Unable to restrain the trembling, it let go.

Ji Jue fell to the ground.

He supported himself against the wall and floor, hoisting his body and righting his wheelchair, then, after much effort, finally managed to climb back onto it.

Sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Cun Ling, who was continuously rolling and struggling on the ground, was running out of breath, frothing at the mouth, barely alive, convulsively twitching in vain.

But unable to break free…

From the two hands choking his own neck!

Coming from behind himself, that puppet which had grown out of his flesh, now without warning, clutched his neck and rapidly closed its grip.

Behind the torn flesh and cracks, thick blood oozed out, but before it could flow, it was greedily sucked up by the puppet's hands.

Not just the flesh; at this moment, half his blood, half the matrix, half the blessing, and half the soul within him ferociously, violently assaulted him, greedily wanting to completely devour him.

No matter how he soothed it, there was no response.

Suffocation, coldness, and futile struggles.

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