Ashes?

Is it really you, Ashes?

In the deathly quiet outside the faint light, Jiang Tongguang instinctively turned back, glanced towards the direction of the association, and yes, the white emblem of the triple secrets was still prominently displayed.

It's definitely still the North Star!

It's not the Abyss Well!

He almost thought he blinked and Ji Jue had sent him to the Zhi Fu Master's Tournament...

The style here is just beyond redemption into any form of mainstream orthodox, right?

Could the recording of this association examination even be released? The degree of cleaning needed here would probably make the PR department curse.

The hammer pounded relentlessly, the corners of both their eyes twitching uncontrollably.

It was as if the hammer was hammering on their own foreheads.

Just like that, in silence, they dumbly witnessed Ji Jue using skills as proficient as White Deer to complete a slaughter spree, hammering all the mutants drawn to him into mincemeat.

Yet there were still a few particularly large ones, barely clinging to life.

Then... as if he was afraid they'd die on the spot, he pulled out surgical tools and began field resuscitation. Seriously, dude, is this surgical procedure not part of the Vortex System?

The two of them numbly watched as Ji Jue sewed the living ones up, stopped the bleeding, sectioned the dead ones, and categorized all the extracted organs, suddenly fearing he'd pull out a phone and say: "Organs found, fresh, but we need to renegotiate the price."

"He..."

Gustav was silent for a long while, rubbing his brow, unable to hold back: "What exactly is he doing?"

Jiang Tongguang stayed silent.

Narrowing his eyes, he zoomed in to enlarge the scene.

Watching Ji Jue use solid alchemy to seal the bodies of the mutants still clinging to life as shackles, and then forcibly using fluid alchemy to purify their insides and souls repeatedly, until all their consciousness was completely washed clean in the purification, leaving only their basic instincts to eat, drink, and excrete, before swiftly performing surgery.

He cut away the limbs and unnecessary organs, leaving only the brain, spine, and digestive system.

As if pickling vegetables, he placed them into a large container filled with the reeking blood, with spiritual circuits inscribed and extending outward...

Soon, pure spiritual energy began to flow out from the container, slowly falling into the spiritual cage made of numerous mutants' skulls on the scene.

"Woohoo!"

Ji Jue, after checking the efficiency, whistled in high spirits: "Green energy, clean and hygienic!"

Well, that solves it.

Jiang Tongguang rubbed his constantly twitching eyes, sighed: "He's making spiritual batteries."

Clearly, he knows how to live.

Saving resources and being thrifty.

With just a dozen or so mutants, he managed to solve the initial scarcity of spiritual resources. Even if there was contamination, a little filtering could solve over ninety percent of the spiritual needs.

To this, Jiang Tongguang could only resist the urge to clap and quietly gave the association a thumbs up in his mind.

This year, we've really hit the jackpot!

"Reckless!"

Gustav's brows furrowed even deeper.

Just like a reviewer watching a provocative dancer—it's so lewd that you might as well just expose something, and let me punch you to death.

They were completely skirting the association's lines, playing on the edge.

A high-risk, high-reward situation on one side and a direct pass to Absolute Prison on the other.

Yet, this bastard just loved to test the boundaries repeatedly within the rules...

It's known that mutant refinement has always been an extremely dangerous and high-difficulty job, not limited to the Abyss Well. In fact, the association's overt and covert use and research into it has never stopped.

But that's usually something only masters would attempt, right?

And how many have died or mutated because of it?

How does an apprentice, who doesn't even have a craftsmanship license yet, start dabbling in nuclear waste like this?!

And yet, they handle it so... proficiently?

There was a moment where Gustav, obstinate as he was, couldn't help but wonder: Has the era truly changed?

But looking towards the other candidates who gave a sense of safety, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, the era hasn't changed.

Only Ji Jue is abnormal.

If a few more freaks like him appeared, he feared he wouldn't live to retire before the association raised the flag of the Abyss Well...

Gustav's face grew increasingly grim.

"What exactly are candidates thinking nowadays!"

"Thinking?"

Jiang Tongguang started laughing, glancing at his colleague beside him: "Isn't this exactly what you wished for—trying to challenge themselves in difficulties and dead ends?"

No consequences, no costs.

Fearlessly, to challenge and climb to heights previously unseen—

To recreate everything from the void, to rebuild the skyscraper from the ruins.

You can transform everything just as you wish.

Jiang Tongguang quietly watched the scene, unmoving, arms folded: "After all, no matter how severe the consequences are, they couldn't be worse than reality, right?"

Gustav remained silent, lowering his eyes.

In the scene, after clearing out much of the trouble, Ji Jue sluggishly carried his results towards the workshop, but then suddenly halted.

Standing still.

He looked down, towards the soil at the corner of the courtyard, upturned due to explosion and earthquake, bent down, and examined closely.

Then he ignored the mess entirely.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.