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He surveyed the entire room, every word he uttered resounding with conviction:
He made a grand vow before the Biyou Palace—
"Education should be provided to all without discrimination, and all immortals will come to pay homage!"
Regardless of one's origins, whether one is a demon, a sorcerer, or a human, anyone with a heart set on the Dao can listen to his teachings and receive his true teachings!
That is the true world of Great Harmony, that is the magnificent spirit that a civilization of extraordinary beings should possess!
His tone shifted from reminiscence to unwavering resolve, and with a forceful swing of his arm, he pointed towards the cultivation furnace:
"Unfortunately... later, the world changed drastically, and the lineage was eroded, so this magnificent scene was eventually destroyed."
But today, here, in Biyou Village!
We are determined to rekindle the aspirations of our ancient sages!
I, Ma Xianhong, dare not aspire to be on par with the Tongtian Sect Master, but I am willing to emulate his spirit, using this 'Cultivation Furnace' as a foundation to reopen the gates of Biyou Palace for all my rejected and forgotten brothers and sisters!
"This furnace is not the private property of any faction; it is the hope of all of us!"
It doesn't care about your past, it only cares about your future!
If we work together, we can surely restore the glory of antiquity to this world!
These words constructed an incomparably lofty identity and historical mission for the "losers" and "marginalized people" present, one that was enough to ignite their passion.
The atmosphere in the square was instantly ignited, with cheers and shouts echoing through the night sky like a tsunami!
Then, he changed the subject, his incredibly bright eyes slowly sweeping over Xiao Zizai, Lao Meng, Hei Guan, and the others, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
"Everyone, no matter who you were or where you came from, once you arrive in Biyou Village, as long as you agree with my philosophy, you are family."
“I, Ma Xianhong, welcome all those who sincerely pursue the ‘Tao’.”
These words not only demonstrated his magnanimity in accepting everything, but also struck like an invisible hammer into the hearts of all the temporary workers.
They understood instantly.
Perhaps I have already been exposed.
But Ma Xianhong seemed completely unconcerned.
He was even willing to turn his enemies into his family, as long as they were willing to "accept his ideology".
This obsession and charisma sent chills down everyone's spine.
In a corner of the banquet, a man with a sinister face and eyes as cold as a venomous snake was drinking alone in silence.
His undisguised cruelty and violence stood in stark contrast to the many kind-hearted and honest people around him, who, despite their diverse backgrounds, were mostly simple and honest, such as the kind-hearted Haricha Gai and the enthusiastic Liu Wu Kui.
This person is none other than Zhao Guizhen, one of the twelve superior talents.
In this tense and eerie atmosphere, a crisp voice broke the silence.
"Is this edible?"
Suddenly, Feng Baobao found herself standing in front of the enormous "Ru Hua" statue, which was carved from a single block of butter and used as decoration.
She reached out her finger, scraped off a large piece from the shiny statue, and then, with a curious look, put it in her mouth.
All eyes in the room instantly focused on her.
Zhang Chulan was so startled he almost spat out the wine in his mouth. He rushed forward and covered Feng Baobao's mouth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace at the stunned crowd around him.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"
My sister... she... she has a bit of a mental issue; she wants to eat anything yellow... Please don't mind, please don't mind!
As he spoke, he dragged and pulled Feng Baobao, who was still chewing vigorously, back to the corner.
This unexpected little incident instantly dispelled the tense and eerie atmosphere of the banquet, eliciting a burst of good-natured laughter.
This also allowed Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao to make their official appearance in Biyou Village in a way that no one expected.
Chapter 215 Wang Ye's Deduction: A Fatal Flaw
The hustle and bustle of Biyou Village gradually subsided in the embers of the campfire, replaced by a unique tranquility in the mountains and fields, a tranquility mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees and the scent of earth.
Most of the new villagers had already been thoroughly drunk by the village elders and were then taken back to their rooms to rest.
Only a few people remained conscious.
Wang Ye was one of them.
Instead of returning to the guest room that Ma Xianhong had arranged for him, he walked alone to a secluded hillside on the east side of the village.
The terrain here is slightly higher, offering a panoramic view of most of the village and a sense of freedom as the night wind sweeps through the mountains and forests.
He found a clean bluestone and sat down cross-legged, but did not immediately enter a meditative state of forgetting himself and the world as usual.
He just sat quietly, his eyes, which were always half-open, suddenly wide open in the cool moonlight.
Clear and deep, it reflected the scattered lights of the distant village, as well as the vast, invisible Qi field that enveloped the village.
From the moment he stepped into Biyou Village, that lingering "awkwardness" was like a tiny thorn stuck in his heart.
During the day, the wondrous creations that Ma Xianhong showed to him and Zhuge Qing, as well as his generous speech about "education for all and harmony under heaven," were truly captivating.
Especially after witnessing the cultivation furnace that was powerful enough to overturn the entire world of supernatural beings, even he himself wavered for a moment.
Perhaps, this fanatical idealist can truly forge a path that has never been trodden before?
But the sorcerer's intuition kept warning him.
It was an instinctive rejection stemming from the most acute perception of the rules of heaven and earth.
This Biyou Village is too "full".
It was so full that not a single gap was left, so full that it bordered on obsession, so perfect that it seemed otherworldly.
Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes.
He did not, as usual, manipulate the four dials to glean secrets from the heavens.
Because he knew that in this village shrouded by a vast Qi formation, any attempt to pry into Ma Xianhong's fate would be instantly detected, and might even result in a strong backlash from the entire Qi formation.
What he needs to do is not to "calculate," but to "observe."
The Qimen Dunjia divination system operates quietly.
In that instant, the world around him underwent a dramatic transformation in his unique perception.
It is no longer mountains, rocks, grass, and trees, nor brick and tile houses.
Instead, it is a colorful ocean of energy composed of countless streams of "qi" that are either bright or dark, fast or slow.
The complex array at the village entrance transformed into a series of interconnected, cyclical energy streams, completely isolating, distorting, and dissolving any attempts at investigation or spying from the outside world.
The spiritual veins beneath the village, like a giant dragon whose direction had been forcibly reversed, continuously spewed up pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth, immersing the entire village in a rich energy field.
The cultivation furnace, located deep underground and slowly rotating, transformed into a colossal, terrifying energy black hole within this ocean of energy!
Each of its "breaths" seems to carry a unique rhythm, creating a wonderful resonance with this land and with everyone in this village.
Following this resonance, Wang Ye's mind sank further downwards.
He "saw" it.
He "saw" that with each low, resonant rotation of the body-cultivating furnace...
Within every living being in the village, whether it's a sleeping villager or a mechanical puppet patrolling the fields.
Even in every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, and every ant, there will be a trace of extremely faint, almost imperceptible, yet incredibly pure... the vital energy of life, which will be quietly drawn away.
The extracted primordial energy, like countless fine threads emitting a faint glow, converged into a stream, eventually disappearing into the black hole beneath the earth, becoming its "fuel."
It was an extremely domineering, extremely secretive, and almost predatory law!
It's like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea, disguised as a magnificent coral reef, attracting all the fish in the surrounding area.
Then, without any of the fish realizing it, it slowly drained their lives!
Wang Ye's face turned deathly pale the moment he "saw" this scene.
His eyes, which were always half-open, snapped open at that moment, revealing a flash of disbelief and horror, and... a chill that went straight to his bones.
He finally understood where that "awkward feeling" came from.
This seemingly perfect utopia is clearly a carefully disguised... altar!
And all the villagers, whether they were those with superior talents who had been "enlightened" by Ma Xianhong or ordinary extraordinary people who came because of his reputation, were unknowingly offering their life essence as a sacrifice to this evil "god"!
This is no longer a simple matter of "education for all".
This is the art of refining poison!
It's about using the lives of an entire village to support a Gu King whose ultimate monster could never be hatched!
Wang Ye's heart sank little by little.
He recalled the genuine pride on Ma Xianhong's face when he introduced those with superior innate talents during the day.
He recalled the villagers' faces, which, though satisfied, always carried a faint, suppressed violence and madness.
Their strength did not stem from their own arduous cultivation, but rather from the fruits forcibly ripened by this cultivation furnace. They appeared bright and beautiful on the outside, but had already begun to rot inside.
This is no longer just a technical flaw; it's a completely wrong path!
Wang dared not think any further.
He knew he had to do something.
He suddenly stood up from the bluestone, without the slightest hesitation, and strode straight toward the center of the village, toward Ma Xianhong's residence.
Inside Ma Xianhong's workshop, the lights were on.
He didn't rest; he was still working on the final calculations and modifications to a huge blueprint.
That was an optimization plan for the core formation of the Body Cultivation Furnace. As long as the stability problem of the final "spiritual resonance" could be solved, his ideal could be truly realized.
His eyes gleamed with a near-manic light, befitting a creator, as he was completely immersed in his own world.
The workshop door was violently pushed open from the outside in an almost brutal manner.
Ma Xianhong frowned, raised his head unhappily, and was about to reprimand him.