After a while, Yu Shu suddenly said, "Mr. Ji, you should know the dangers of forbidden drugs, right? Those illegal drugs that stimulate the brain and nerves, secreting hormones...

The so-called Paradise is even more terrifying than those things.

More exaggerated than dreams..."

"Anything you desire can be obtained with just a thought, whether it's delicious food, beautiful women, lavish pleasures, or unspeakable quirks, all can be satisfied, and the level of stimulation can get increasingly higher, increasingly crazier.

It's not only your own fantasies, but others' fantasies, all recorded in the Huangliang Remains, can be easily recreated, endless joy and comfort, literal bliss.

Anyone who claims to have faith can go in and experience for an hour, and once inside, you will never forget such a feeling for a lifetime.

Every year, not only the most devout followers can enter for a day, but the Holy God Sect will also periodically select those with qualifications to reside there, transforming them into Angels, remaining there forever except for occasional missions, enjoying themselves endlessly..."

"..."

In the silence, Ji Jue's expression subtly changed as if admiring, lightly sighing.

What a great idea.

A carrot in one hand, a stick in the other, with the infinite suffering of Hell and the infinite bliss of Heaven, why worry about followers not flocking?

It's just...

"Clearly, it's supposed to be a dream, yet even fantasies become a luxury?"

Ji Jue couldn't help but grin: "How ridiculous."

Taking away everything others have fantasized about in their dreams, yet instead throwing these things as rewards to those who first kneel down and worship like loyal dogs.

If unwilling to kneel and bow down, then, please head to Hell.

"What do you think?"

Ji Jue observed Yu Shu's demeanor, suddenly asked: "That 'Holy God,' aren't you from the church? I remember Chongguang Church also has its own deity..."

"Mr. Ji—"

Yu Shu's expression suddenly became serious, vaguely displeased: "Do not equate the two, besides, the church, I mean, Chongguang Church, the internal members never consider themselves followers.

The Holy Spirit is not a god, but created by human.

My father once told me, a god is the result of righteousness, but not the purpose of righteousness, if stepping on this path just to believe in something, it's better not to start from the beginning.

This world should not have a deity high above holding souls."

"Sorry, it was presumptuous of me."

"No, it was me... Thank you."

Coming back to his senses, Yu Shu finally broke away from the previous shadow, forced a bitter smile, and continued: "That 'Holy God,' apart from appearing long ago, hasn't been seen by anyone in a long time, they say, only the most noble Saints in Paradise can hear His revelations.

Even when Miss Wen had already charged into Sky City before, He never appeared, perhaps, not caring about us light-fearing rats, right?"

"Hmm?"

Ji Jue slightly raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything.

Just pondering.

In the silence, a knocking sound echoed, gentle and deep, with full patience.

"Old Bao?"

Yu Shu went to open the door, slightly surprised: "So late, I thought you were already resting."

"When people get old, they sleep lighter, I heard the Commander said someone here needed help, so I came over." The old man at the door smiled warmly, carrying something.

Restricted by the angle, Ji Jue couldn't see the back, but as the old man brought a slightly rough wheelchair into the room, he saw his face.

Aged and hunched, spots all over his face, sparse white hair, thin build, seemingly ready to fall like the wind.

Yet through spiritual perception, one could see... the light continually emanating from the old man's soul, neither fierce nor gentle, just naturally stirred up waves, illuminating the surroundings, maintaining detection, unnoticed by others.

More importantly, the gaze.

In the instant of eye contact, Ji Jue's heart slightly moved, and he was already aware.

Just like the old man's perception at this moment.

This scrutinizing gaze on talent and jade...

...leave no doubt, a fellow practitioner!

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ji." The old man slightly touched his chest, slightly smiled, "Seems there's no need for me to overly introduce myself, now witnessed, an obscure old craftsman."

Ji Jue politely nodded, raised an empty elbow to make the gesture for artisans meeting at the association, "How should I address you?"

"Bao Dacai."

A never-heard name.

"Mr. Bao, hello."

Ji Jue smiled addressing, politely greeted, internally concluding— this name is undoubtedly fake.

Having decided to challenge for a master's position, he already checked through all the craftsmen with golden ribbon records in the current association, names, schools, general research directions.

Know yourself and your enemy, win a hundred battles without danger, at least first understand competitors.

The whole list was a thousand long, among them only one surnamed Bao, but not called Bao Dacai, besides, that person obtained qualification a few years before Ji Jue, a rising star, nowhere near this old.

Moreover, that one... is a woman!

As for the possibility of him genuinely being a nameless old craftsman, never receiving a golden ribbon in a lifetime... kidding, whether from the hidden spiritual fluctuations or where his gaze falls and stays slightly, it sufficiently indicates the innate ability and control cultivated by long immersion in the field.

The association may be dumb, slow, and wasteful, but definitely not blind!

As for whether it's possibly being low-key, low-key does indeed have benefits, but it also has costs, the cost is that no one cares about you, in other professions low-key might be justifiable, but the essence and promotion instinct of a craftsman determines wanting to progress requires smashing heads with people.

Outside the association environment, either, it's craftsmen cultivated by the Empire or Federation, needing no fame yet gaining constant resources and support, or it's...

...You Sui?

This truly is a fellow practitioner!

Just as Ji Jue was secretly cautious and planning how to put the unsolicited talent and jade into the furnace, Old Bao had already laughed heartily, poured freshly boiled hot water, pulled over a chair himself, and sat beside Ji Jue.

Seemingly inadvertently, he subtly twisted his wrist, revealing those fingers holding the cup.

Fingers hidden behind the cup, held strangely and oddly, index and middle finger overlapping, penetrating the handle, first joint of thumb against ring finger, pinky flexibly threading among these fingers...

Entangled like knots, familiar yet foreign.

That's a very rare gesture, in Ancient Alchemy inheritance, such insignia and marks are called the [Rebirth Knot], used to refer to resurrection stones or Miracle Medicine.

Meanwhile, under Professor Ye's guidance, Ji Jue knew it actually had another title and name... what was it called, oh, remembered... Ni... damn!

Ji Jue's eyes darkened.

It is indeed a fellow practitioner, but why this one?!

——[Nirvana]!

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