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The chaotic and chilling evil aura simulated by the Primordial Dao Qi even gave the light on the Heart-Testing Stone an ominous dark red hue.
Zhang Yunyuan sneered inwardly. The so-called Heart-Testing Stone was nothing more than a magical artifact for extracting memories, similar to the Soul-Enlightening Technique.
He is well-versed in the art of spirit manipulation; what difficulty could it be for him to create some false memories?
With a wave of his hand, the light on the Heart-Testing Stone instantly went out.
He looked "Li Fei" up and down, and the wariness on his face finally turned into a hint of pity with a touch of superiority.
Another unfortunate soul driven to desperation by this cannibalistic world.
"go in."
His tone softened considerably. "Our village chief said that as long as they are not heinous criminals and genuinely want to live a peaceful life here, Biyou Village welcomes them."
He paused, then added a sentence that was half warning and half suggestion.
"But once you're in the village, you have to abide by our village rules. If you dare to cause trouble here, well, you'll have to bear the consequences."
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you so much, sir! Thank you so much, sir!"
"Li Fei" immediately showed a look of wild joy as if he had survived a disaster, and bowed repeatedly to the two guards. His grateful appearance made the two guards feel very comfortable.
The invisible barrier formed by the Qi at the village entrance quietly opened a gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
Zhang Yunyuan sneered inwardly, but his face remained humble and fearful. He thanked the two of them profusely before stepping into the legendary... Utopia.
Chapter 205 Beneath the Utopia, Strange Undercurrents
Stepping into Biyou Village, the air around you seems to change.
The wild and cool mountain breezes from the outside world are completely shut out here.
Instead, a warm, mellow, and vibrant spiritual energy washes over you.
The concentration of spiritual energy was almost liquefied; every breath felt like inhaling and exhaling elixirs.
Even Zhang Yunyuan's body, which was "extremely weak" due to the simulation of evil arts, felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
[Ding! Key plot point detected: Biyou Village.]
[Congratulations, host, on receiving the reward: Hundred-Refined Pistol (Mid-Tier Heavenly Grade)]
(Magic artifact level: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, upper, middle, and lower three tiers)
[Note: This is a Qi-powered weapon. The gun body is made of a special Qi-conducting metal and has a complex Qi structure inside.]
Users can infuse different types of Qi into the bullets to create different effects.
Infusing it with fire-attribute Qi results in an incendiary bomb; infusing it with water-attribute Qi results in an ice bomb.
The power depends on the user's cultivation level; the higher the cultivation level and the purer the Qi, the greater the destructive power.
After years of tempering his heart in the mortal world, he has visited every famous spot in the world of supernatural beings.
The long-awaited check-in filled Zhang Yunyuan with excitement!
Moreover, every time I checked in, I got a top-grade magic weapon; my luck is truly phenomenal.
He quietly put away the pistol he had just acquired and continued to observe the movements in the village.
The scene inside the village caused a barely perceptible hint of surprise to flash in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.
It wasn't as heavily guarded as he had imagined, nor was it the sinister and eerie place he had envisioned for a wicked sect's lair.
What came into view was a peaceful yet... peculiar scene.
The village is laid out in a traditional pastoral style, with cobblestone paths, fenced courtyards, a babbling brook, and thriving farmland in the distance.
Having lived since the early years of the Republic of China, Zhang Yunyuan had naturally witnessed such a tranquil and natural scene of men farming and women weaving.
However, with the advent of modern society and the widespread industrialization, such scenery has become extremely rare.
I never expected to see such a scene here.
But beneath this idyllic pastoral facade lies a strange harmony, a perfect blend of modern technology and weapon-refining techniques.
Beside the stream, several uniquely shaped waterwheels made of wood and metal are turning on their own, diverting water from the stream into the farmland.
Upon closer inspection, a rune core that was constantly flashing with a faint light was embedded in the axle of the waterwheel, clearly driven by some kind of magical artifact.
Between the paddy fields, several adorable scarecrows are waving their farm tools, tirelessly turning over the soil and weeding.
Although their movements were somewhat stiff, they were precise and efficient, clearly controlled by some kind of puppetry.
Even the streetlights along the roadside were not ordinary electric lights, but rather had a bead of an unknown material floating inside the lampshade, emitting a soft glow and enveloping the entire village in a warm halo.
The villagers walked in twos and threes on the road or worked in the fields.
They were wearing matching blue overalls, and most of them had a genuine, satisfied smile on their faces.
When they saw the unfamiliar face "Li Fei," they only cast a curious glance at him before turning into a friendly smile and nodding in his favor.
Everything here feels like a true utopia.
Equality, mutual assistance, self-sufficiency, and non-contention.
However, Zhang Yunyuan felt no agreement whatsoever, only increasingly strong sarcasm.
He had lived too long and knew all too well that the more perfect something seemed, the deeper the shadows hidden behind it.
Just as he was pondering to himself, a cheerful voice, full of youthful vigor, came from not far away.
"This must be the new brother Li Fei, right?"
Zhang Yunyuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man wearing the same work clothes, with a neat short haircut, who was not handsome but had surprisingly bright eyes, walking towards him with a smile on his face.
The newcomer was none other than Ma Xianhong, the village chief of Biyou Village and the successor of the Divine Craftsmanship.
"I am Ma Xianhong, the village chief here. Welcome, Brother Li Fei, to our big family of Biyou Village!"
Ma Xianhong extended his hand warmly, his smile sincere and without a trace of impurity.
Upon seeing this, Li Fei was flattered and immediately reached out his hands to grasp the object tightly, forcing an excited yet humble smile onto his face.
"Village Chief Ma... Village Chief Ma! You... you're Village Chief Ma?!"
"I...I am utterly unworthy of your presence, Village Chief, to come and greet me in person..."
His performance was so sincere and moving; the excitement of finally finding his organization and seeing his savior made Ma Xianhong, who was standing next to him, feel a little embarrassed.
"Hey, Brother Li Fei, what are you saying?"
Ma Xianhong waved his hand, and the fervent yet sincere light of an idealist shone on his face once more.
"My original intention in establishing Biyou Village was to provide a home for all the extraordinary people in the world who have nowhere else to turn and are not accepted by the world!"
He looked around at the satisfied smiling faces in the village, and his voice became loud and passionate.
"In my view, there is no difference in status between extraordinary individuals and ordinary people! Power should not be the source of our division!"
“I, Ma Xianhong, do not ask about your background, your past, or whether you practice righteous or evil arts!”
"As long as you're willing to let go of past grievances, genuinely consider this place your home, and abide by our village rules, then you are a brother of Biyou Village!"
"I will use the Divine Refinement Technique to provide you with the best cultivation environment, repair your incomplete cultivation methods, and forge the strongest protective magic artifacts for you!"
I want everyone who has been abandoned by this world to find their value and live with dignity here!
If necessary, I'd even be willing to share the Divine Refinement Technique with you so you can cultivate it!
These words were spoken with great passion and conviction.
Upon hearing this, some villagers who were working nearby stopped what they were doing and looked at Ma Xianhong with utmost respect and fervor.
"The village chief is right!"
"We swear to follow the village chief to the death!"
Li Fei was so moved that he burst into tears. He grabbed Ma Xianhong's hand and was too excited to speak.
He just kept nodding, looking like he had finally found his direction in life, which greatly satisfied Ma Xianhong's sense of pride, like that of a savior.
However, deep down, Zhang Yunyuan had already thoroughly refuted these boastful words.
"It's ridiculously stupid."
“Power has no superiority or inferiority, but the human heart has good and evil. You have brought together a group of outlaws, losers, and ambitious people.”
Do you think you can get them to lay down their weapons and become Buddhas overnight with just a few small favors and unrealistic ideals? Who do you think you are? The Three Pure Ones or the Buddha of the Western Paradise?
“Build a home? This is not a home, it’s a powder keg filled with marsh gas.”
"Just a spark is all it takes to blow your so-called utopia to smithereens."
Chapter 206 Biyou Village, Twelve Superior Talents
Zhang Yunyuan sneered inwardly, but on his face he still wore the expression of being extremely grateful.
Ma Xianhong was clearly very satisfied with the effect of his words. He patted "Li Fei" on the shoulder and said with great pride:
"Come on! Brother Li Fei, I'll show you around and help you get familiar with our village!"
Led by Ma Xianhong, Zhang Yunyuan began to tour this unique village.
Along the way, Ma Xianhong enthusiastically introduced him to the various "miraculous creations" of the village.
From puppets that can cultivate crops automatically to magical artifacts that can purify water sources, and "refining furnaces" that can turn ordinary ingredients into delicious food, all of them demonstrate the terrifying ability of divine craftsmanship to transform the rotten into the miraculous.
While feigning amazement, Zhang Yunyuan simultaneously pushed his perception of Hunyuan Dao Qi to its limit, silently probing every villager who passed by him.
He discovered that the villagers here were generally quite powerful, at least at the level of second-rate supernatural beings.
Among them, several auras were so powerful that they were comparable to the elders of those prestigious sects, clearly indicating that they had already reached the threshold of becoming heroes.
“Brother Li Fei, come here, let me introduce you to some of the pillars of our village.”
Ma Xianhong led Zhang Yunyuan into a spacious warehouse that resembled a combination of an ancient workshop and a modern laboratory.
The air was filled with the smells of metal, wood, and special oils, and the walls were covered with all sorts of unfinished ritual implements.
"Brother Zhang, look, this is the foundation of my Biyou Village, the creation of 'Divine Refinement'!"
Ma Xianhong's eyes shone with a creator-like brilliance, and his voice carried undisguised fervor.