One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 35 Divine Chain? Your stove is just a pressure cooker.

"Uncle Su! That's Chen Duo, don't get too close!"

Ma Xianhong saw Su Wuxian reach out and touch Chen Duo's hood.

Startled, his face changed color, and he quickly walked over:

"Her body is special; the Gu poison within her is uncontrollable. Even a superhuman would die from just a little bit!"

As he spoke, Ma Xianhong reached out to pull Su Wuxian.

However, Su Wuxian simply turned slightly to the side, causing Ma Xianhong to miss his target.

He remained in the position of adjusting Chen Duo's hood, saying without turning his head:

"Little Ma, don't make such a fuss."

"Isn't your stove supposed to be able to turn the rotten into the miraculous? How come it can't even handle a little girl's poison?"

Ma Xianhong was taken aback, then retorted somewhat indignantly:

"Chen Duo's situation is different! She is a carrier of the original Gu poison. Although my cultivation furnace can suppress it, to eradicate it completely..."

"You can't eradicate it because you've chosen the wrong path."

Su Wuxian patted Chen Duo on the shoulder, signaling her not to be afraid, then turned around and looked at Ma Xianhong with a smile:

"I heard your furnace is in the village? Lead the way, old man, let me take your pulse and see what kind of thing you've forged with your divine craftsmanship."

Ma Xianhong frowned.

Although he respected the elderly and cared for the young, this person repeatedly questioned his masterpiece, which made him very unhappy.

"Alright! Since Mr. Su is knowledgeable, please proceed!"

Ma Xianhong waved his hand, "It's in Neicun Village, please!"

......

Biyou Village, the core area.

A huge wooden building stands in the center of the square.

Pushing open the door, what comes into view is a huge sphere full of steampunk style, the Body-Sculpting Furnace.

The furnace body is covered with intricate patterns and pipes, and its core shimmers with a deep blue light, making it appear mysterious and sophisticated.

"This is the culmination of my hard work."

Ma Xianhong stood in front of the furnace, arms outstretched, his eyes burning with fervor:

"It can integrate a person's Qi, breaking down the boundaries between ordinary people and extraordinary individuals! As long as you enter this furnace, regardless of your aptitude, you can gain power, and even... achieve perfection!"

Zhuge Qing, standing nearby, looked at the furnace with a complex expression.

That's why he's been reluctant to leave.

"Perfect?"

Zhang Zhiwei, with his hands behind his back, glanced at the man through his sunglasses and shook his head.

"That's interesting, but... it's too aggressive. Trying to force growth is not the right way."

"Grandpa, I don't like hearing you say that."

Although Ma Xianhong respects the elderly, he is unyielding when it comes to ideological differences:

"Is the only right path to success the one that involves following a set path of training? Technology is meant to serve people! I'm giving everyone the opportunity to take control of their own destiny!"

"Taking control of one's destiny?"

Su Wuxian walked over and circled the huge furnace.

He even reached out and tapped the side of the stove, making a crisp "clanging" sound.

"Little Ma, what you've got is hardly a cultivation furnace!"

Su Wuxian turned around, leaned against the stove, and picked at his ear with a look of disgust:

"This is clearly a large pressure cooker."

"What did you say???" Ma Xianhong was furious.

"I said it's a pressure cooker, and one of those that isn't very good quality."

Su Wuxian pointed to the core pattern on the furnace:

"Cultivating both body and spirit, cultivating both body and spirit. Your furnace only cultivates body, not spirit."

"Forcibly injecting Qi into ordinary people's bodies and widening their meridians is like blowing air into a balloon. The balloon may get bigger, but the skin will also become thinner, and it will burst at the slightest spark."

"And this obsession-collecting system..."

Su Wuxian pointed to a core component above:

"You're trying to control and manipulate users' minds with this? Isn't that brainwashing?"

"Is this what you call 'education for all'—creating a bunch of obedient, powerful fools?"

Su Wuxian's words were like daggers to the heart.

Every word precisely pinpointed the flaws in the body-refining furnace.

Ma Xianhong's face flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead:

"You... what do you know about the Divine Craftsmanship! Do you know how complex the rune structure on this is? This is..."

Is it complicated?

Su Wuxian interrupted him.

He casually picked up an unfinished part of a magical artifact from the shelf next to him.

That was the core of the "Swallowing Beast" that Ma Xianhong was working on.

"Isn't weapon crafting simply combining Qi and matter?"

Su Wuxian flipped his hand over.

Double-handed, red-handed, and physically revitalized.

The Six Treasuries Immortal Thief: Purification of Qi.

Om-!

The iron lump in Su Wuxian's hand suddenly began to vibrate.

Before Ma Xianhong and Zhuge Qing's astonished eyes, the originally lifeless metal began to flow and recombine like liquid!

Just a few seconds.

A more exquisitely structured sphere, radiating a faint golden light, appeared in Su Wuxian's hand.

"Your structure is too bloated."

Su Wuxian casually tossed the sphere back to Ma Xianhong:

"We deleted three hundred useless loops and reinforced the core formation. Now, this thing's efficiency has probably increased threefold."

Ma Xianhong hurriedly caught the core.

As a master craftsman, he could tell the value of something with just one glance.

perfect!

It's simply a masterpiece!

Many of the rejection problems that he had struggled to solve before were perfectly resolved by this seemingly casual method!

"This...how is this possible..."

Ma Xianhong held the core, his hands trembling.

His mastery of the Divine Hundred Refinements, hailed as the pinnacle of weapon crafting, was instantly defeated by an amateur.

"Little Horse, admit it."

Su Wuxian dusted off his hands, his tone becoming somewhat earnest:

"Your skills are good, but you're going in the wrong direction."

"You're too reliant on this furnace and too eager to prove yourself. This has made you overlook the essence of weapon crafting: the weapon is for people to use, not the other way around."

"You yourself are merely a slave to this furnace, yet you expect to use it to benefit all living beings?"

"Wake up, child."

Ma Xianhong stood there dumbfounded, as if a crack had appeared in his worldview.

Chen Duo, who had been following behind Su Wuxian, was blinking her big eyes as she looked at Su Wuxian's back.

Although she didn't understand anything about weapon crafting or the dual cultivation of body and spirit.

But she could sense that the all-powerful Master Ma in her eyes... was powerless in front of this man.

It looks like a dog being scolded.

"Master...Master, you're amazing," Chen Duo muttered softly.

"That's right."

Su Wuxian, with his sharp ears, immediately turned around and grinned at Chen Duo:

"Girl, see? This broken stove is useless; it won't cure you."

"To cure the illness, we still need the skills of the clerk."

As he spoke, Su Wuxian looked at Ma Xianhong, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly domineering, and directly issued an ultimatum:

"Ma Xianhong, this stove is an eyesore to me. I'll take it apart sooner or later."

As for Chen Duo...

Su Wuxian pulled Chen Duo over and made her stand beside him:

"From now on, she belongs to me."

"She is no longer a follower of your Biyou Village, nor is she some kind of Gu-body Holy Child."

"She is the one I, Su Wuxian, am taking away."

Do you have a problem with that?

Ma Xianhong snapped out of his shock, and upon hearing that Su Wuxian was going to take Chen Duo away, his face instantly turned ugly:

"Uncle Su, I respect your skills. But Chen Duo is from our village, and the company is after her. We can only leave here..."

"company?"

Su Wuxian pointed to the few temporary workers peeking in from the doorway:

"You mean them?"

"I'm sorry, but they're now... under my jurisdiction too."

Doorway.

Wang Zhenqiu waved at Ma Xianhong with a gloating expression.

"Hey, Master Ma, stop looking. We've betrayed you, we're now Master Su's number one lackey."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and put his hands together in prayer: "Amitabha, this humble monk is number two."

Ma Xianhong: "..."

He looked at the group of temporary workers who had been menacing, but now they were all as docile as quails.

Then she glanced at Su Wuxian, who had a "what can you do to me?" look on his face.

This moment.

This proud and arrogant successor of the Jie Sect finally understood what it meant to be...

despair.