Chapter 7457
Ghost Hand Pharmacist Xu Wang
At this moment, Mo Yuan suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and two terrifying beams of light shot out from the depths of his originally cloudy eyeballs. But after the light faded, what remained was an overwhelming sense of horror and confusion!
"Such subtle yet powerful fluctuations of divine thought... can actually cause ripples in the laws of space, even affecting my meditation chamber!"
Mo Yuan suddenly stood up, his body moving but already floating to the entrance of the secret room. His fingertips traced the inscriptions on the soundproof wall, his voice carrying an unprecedented solemnity, "On the top floor of the building... who exactly is this person who came to Chen boy's place?"
His fingertips trembled slightly as he cautiously probed the top floor with his divine sense. But as soon as he touched the chaotic energy field, he was repelled by an invisible force, and even his divine sense felt a slight stinging sensation.
"When did such a figure begin to lurk in the Northwest?" Mo Yuan muttered to himself, his brows furrowed. "Could it be... that those old monsters who have been dormant for hundreds of years have also begun to re-enter the world?"
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Inside the core alchemy workshop of the Dan Sect, the oppressive aura had reached its peak.
Under the dual crushing force of the vast divine sense and the spatial anomalies, Chen Shouzhou's mind had already shattered, and he was almost exhausted even of the strength to stand.
When he barely opened his eyes a crack, he saw pale silver ripples flowing around Xiao Chen. Wherever those ripples passed, light distorted and air trembled, as if they could shatter the rules of the world. Standing within them, Xiao Chen appeared like a god descending to earth, looking down upon all living beings.
"thump!"
A muffled thud, exceptionally jarring.
This powerful martial arts expert and deputy sect leader of the Northwest Pill Sect suddenly collapsed to his knees, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground without the slightest hesitation.
The so-called dignity of a sect leader and the demeanor of a grandmaster are all vain in the face of an absolute difference in life level and a soul-shaking experience!
At that moment, only three thoughts remained in his mind: Awe! Surrender! Survival!
He considered himself to have seen many storms in his life and had even met reclusive masters, but what he saw before him completely overturned all his knowledge and imagination.
He even obsessively believed that the being occupying Xiao Chen's body had long transcended the category of "strong person" and was more like the embodiment of the rules, capable of annihilating him with a single thought.
Xiao Chen glanced at Chen Shouzhou kneeling, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. He didn't say anything, but simply took a light step forward with his left foot.
"Buzz,"
The air in the workshop suddenly emitted a deep rumble, and a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly rose up, steadily lifting Chen Shouzhou and suspending him three feet above the ground, neither harming him nor forcing him to bend his knees again.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched Chen Shouzhuo's brow.
The pale silver ripple array that enveloped Chen Shouzhou suddenly contracted, transforming into a dazzling silver light that, like a shooting star chasing the moon, precisely entered his brow!
"Ugh!" Chen Shouzhou groaned, his whole body trembling violently. It was as if a monstrous wave had surged in his mind, with stinging and soreness intertwined, yet mixed with a sense of relief and lightness.
The next moment, the clothes on his chest turned to ashes without warning, revealing a twisted, writhing, jet-black mark on his exposed skin.
The markings were intricate and exuded a cold, evil aura, as if they were alive, desperately trying to burrow into the flesh and blood to conceal their tracks.
"Hmph, the Soul-Eating Heart-Locking Curse that relies on external artifacts is a mere trick, yet you dare to show off your skills before an expert."
Xiao Chen spoke indifferently, his voice devoid of any warmth, yet carrying an absolute, judgmental authority that caused the surrounding air to tremble slightly.
He slowly raised his right hand, his palm loosely clenched.
The pale silver ripples surrounding him instantly converged, condensing into a hazy sphere of light in his palm. Inside the sphere, light and shadow flowed, as if containing countless illusory worlds, ever-changing and exuding an aura of mystery and obscurity.
"All things return to emptiness, and the incantation collapses on its own." The moment the words fell, the silver orb in his palm trembled slightly.
"Pop,"
With a faint, almost inaudible crack, the menacing black mark on Chen Shouzhou's chest froze, then began to melt away inch by inch, starting from the edges.
Like snow baked by the scorching sun, or like stains erased by an eraser, they turned into specks of ethereal black light, drifting in the air and eventually vanishing completely, leaving not even a trace of chilling aura behind.
The moment the black mark completely disappeared, Chen Shouzhou felt a sense of relief, as if an invisible shackle that had bound him for years had suddenly broken.
The oppression and fear deep in my soul completely dissipated, even my breathing became incredibly smooth, and I felt lighter overall.
He looked at Xiao Chen with nothing but utmost awe and submission in his eyes.
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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a hidden space concealed by numerous restrictions, lies the core control area of "Imperial Biomedical Corporation".
The place is dimly lit and perpetually filled with a pungent odor from a mixture of strange medicinal herbs, chemical reagents, and chaotic energy flows.
Ancient and sinister runes were engraved on the cold metal walls, and eerie liquids pulsated in test tubes, gleaming with an eerie light, resembling a mad laboratory built in a nightmare.
Deep within the controlled area, in a secret chamber filled with monitoring screens and rune arrays, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark purple robe with gold patterns stood smugly in front of a huge one-way observation mirror.
His face was sinister, with prominent cheekbones and two thin, rat-like whiskers. His eyes swirled with greed and cruelty. He was Xu Wang, one of the managers of this branch company, nicknamed "Ghost Hand Pharmacist."
He possesses a bizarre alchemy technique, using living people as his furnace, and his methods are extremely ruthless.
Behind the observation mirror was a special unit imprisoned by runes, where several women were held captive.
Although they looked haggard, wore old clothes, and had endured many hardships, their inherent beauty was undeniable; however, their eyes held a hidden forbearance and stubbornness.
One of them, with her cool and aloof demeanor and outstanding temperament, was none other than Jiang Meng, the wife Xiao Chen had been searching for!
Xu Wang raised his hand and tapped the sound transmission array next to the observation mirror, his voice carrying a seductive and sinister threat:
"Jiang Meng, do you think you can escape our pursuit by binding yourself with these traitors and using your own abilities to activate the restraints? How laughable!"
"You can defend yourself for a while, but not forever. Sooner or later, this restraint will be broken, and you will still be our most valuable test subject, allowing us to study the secrets of your bloodline!"
Jiang Meng raised her eyes, snorted coldly, and although her voice was somewhat weak, it was as firm as metal and stone: "Enough nonsense. Do whatever you want with me, don't put on airs here!"
Xu Wang's face darkened, his beard trembled violently, and the cruelty in his eyes intensified: "Oh? So tough? You don't even care about your supposedly gifted husband, Xiao Chen, who's been searching for you everywhere?"
"I've heard that he's caused quite a stir in the Northwest recently. He does have some skills, but unfortunately... he'll soon be a corpse."
"what?!"
Jiang Meng was utterly shocked. (End of Chapter)