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An invisible, silent, and all-pervasive biochemical intelligence network, composed of air, water, soil, and billions of bacteria, fungi, and viruses, was constructed in just one hour.
The location of Jin Yangzi's secret room.
The small courtyard where Chen Duo was placed under house arrest.
The distribution of all visible and hidden sentry posts in the village.
Even what Ma Xianhong ate that night, how many cups of water he drank, and how many times he went to the toilet were presented on Lao Meng's "biological map" in an incredibly clear way.
"found it."
Old Meng slowly opened his eyes, a knowing glint in them.
He didn't use any communication equipment; he simply walked to the window and, facing an ordinary sparrow preening its feathers outside, emitted a deep, complex "birdsong" that contained a great deal of information.
The sparrow tilted its head, then flapped its wings and disappeared into the vast night.
In a mountain valley dozens of miles outside Biyou Village.
Inside a van disguised as a forestry exploration vehicle, Gao Erzhuang sat in front of a row of screens flashing with countless data streams, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
Although her physical body could not leave that small basement, her consciousness had already transformed into an invisible electronic ghost, constructing an indestructible electronic information barrier, bringing all radio and satellite signals within a hundred miles of Biyou Village under her control.
She intercepts and deciphers any information that attempts to be transmitted from the village to the outside world immediately.
Any signal that attempts to spy on the village's internal affairs from the outside will be guided and distorted by her, ultimately pointing in the wrong direction.
Just then, a special channel representing "biosignals" on a screen in front of her suddenly lit up with a rapid green light.
Gao Erzhuang's spirits lifted, and he immediately connected the bio-wave signal, which was converted from "birdsong," to the system for high-speed decoding and analysis.
In just over ten seconds, a crystal-clear diagram of the internal structure of Biyou Village, marked with various red and blue dots, appeared on her main screen.
"Old Meng's 'biohacking' skills are getting more and more bizarre."
Gao Erzhuang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Immediately, without the slightest delay, she sent out this fresh piece of information through an absolutely secure quantum communication channel that had undergone multiple layers of encryption.
Inside Biyou Village, Zhang Yunyuan, disguised as "Li Fei," was tidying up with several villagers, his demeanor natural and completely blending into the environment.
The screen of his ordinary cell phone, which he carried close to his body, suddenly lit up silently. There was no caller ID, only an automatically popping-up encrypted message notification.
He made an excuse to go to a secluded spot, and with a light swipe of his finger, unlocked the screen.
A clear and detailed electronic map of Biyou Village unfolds instantly.
The map was remotely drawn and updated in real time by Gao Erzhuang, with different areas marked with colors to indicate the distribution and movement of people.
A striking scarlet marker is placed at the heart of the village's architecture, representing Jin Yangzi;
The other, particularly noticeable, pale blue dot represents Chen Duo, who is slowly moving at the edge of the village.
"That's really efficient," Zhang Yunyuan thought to himself.
"With Lao Meng's keen insight inside and the two strong men outside protecting the world, this battle is promising."
He slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the deep night outside, and his eyes gleamed with a shrewd, calculating light.
All the pieces are in place.
Now it's time for the real chess player to make his move.
Chapter 218 Showdown, Ma Xianhong's Struggle
The night was cool as water.
The hustle and bustle of Biyou Village subsided in the embers of the campfire, and the croaking of frogs on the ridges and the chirping of insects in the grass intertwined to create a soothing melody.
In Zhuge Qing's room, however, a solitary lamp was lit.
He didn't sleep; he sat cross-legged on the bed, with several runes drawn by his Qi energy, emitting a faint glow, floating in front of him.
These runes were not inherited from the Wuhou School, but rather were "divine" runes with complex structures that were almost demonic, which he had forcibly memorized from the Self-Cultivation Furnace Array Diagram during the day.
Ma Xianhong generously showed him and Wang Ye the design drawings of the Body Refining Furnace. The huge and detailed drawings were like a door to a new world, which ruthlessly broke through Zhuge Qing's inherent perception.
The Wuhou Qimen formation emphasizes following the natural order, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, and using formations to manipulate the rules.
However, these divinely crafted runes exude a completely different, almost "creation-like" domineering power.
It's not "borrowing," it's "creating," it's defining a completely new set of rules out of thin air.
This profound ideological impact was far more intense than any exhilarating battle.
It was like an invisible crowbar, violently prying open Zhuge Qing's pride as a sorcerer and a genius, and also opening the crack in his heart called "obsession".
He repeatedly deduced and analyzed the structure of those runes in his mind, trying to combine them with the formations of the Wuhou School to create something stronger and uniquely his own.
However, the deeper he went, the more frustrated he felt, as if he were powerless to do anything.
The structure of those runes was too intricate, and the energy logic they contained was too profound, completely exceeding his existing knowledge system.
Every attempt is like a child who has just learned addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division trying to solve a difficult calculus problem; all that's gained is a head full of mush.
"Why……"
"Why can't I understand..."
"Clearly...clearly just a little bit short..."
Discontent and anxiety, like invisible poisonous vines, quietly entwined his mind.
The Qi within his body also began to become disordered as his emotions fluctuated.
Within his dantian, the Samadhi True Fire, which he was so proud of and had long since mastered, began to throb violently and uncontrollably. The flames, which had been pure crimson gold, gradually turned an ominous dark red.
A scorching, violent aura suddenly erupted from his body.
The air around him began to distort, his skin flushed an unnatural red, veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of cold sweat trickled down his temples.
A suppressed groan escaped his throat as he gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, the knuckles on the back of his hands protruding from the excessive force, his face contorted with the agony of struggling against his inner demons.
If this continues, he will go mad!
At this critical moment.
"Squeak-"
The door was pushed open by a gentle yet irresistible force.
A slender figure, like a cool night breeze, quietly appeared at the doorway.
She didn't sleep; she just practiced her sword in the courtyard.
When she sensed the unusually hot and violent energy fluctuations coming from the next room, she immediately realized something was wrong.
As Zhuge Qing's lover, she was very familiar with his Qi, and the disorder and anxiety she felt at this moment made her heart tighten.
Since they met and fell in love in Biyou Village, she has seen his carefree smile, his pride as a descendant of Zhuge Liang, and stayed by his side when he struggled with his inner turmoil over Feng Hou Qi Men.
She knew better than anyone what kind of persistence and burden this seemingly carefree man harbored deep inside.
A clear, melodious sword cry rang out in the silent room.
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a penetrating power, precisely piercing into Zhuge Qing's chaotic sea of consciousness.
A cold, sharp, and pure sword aura, devoid of any impurities, emanated from Fu Rong.
The sword energy did not spread outwards to harm anyone, but instead transformed into an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire room, isolating it from all external disturbances and forcibly suppressing the violent and chaotic fire element energy within the room.
Zhuge Qing's soul, which had been violently fluctuating due to his inner demons, trembled violently under the stimulation of this cold sword intent, and he actually regained a sliver of clarity.
Fu Rong's voice, like her personality, was clear, cold, and capable, without a trace of superfluous emotion. Yet, it was like a bucket of ice water poured over Zhuge Qing's head, extinguishing his reason which was about to be consumed by the fire in his heart.
Zhuge Qing suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which always carried a hint of cunning and confidence, were now filled with bloodshot veins and struggle.
He saw the aloof figure standing at the door with a sword in hand, and he also saw the abnormal red light surrounding him, which filled him with horror.
He knew that he had just been one step away from utter destruction.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but a mouthful of blood surged up uncontrollably.
He forced back the blood, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Don't worry... I'm fine..."
Fu Rong walked slowly to him, looking down at him with her cold eyes that seemed to see through all his pretenses.
"The Wuhou School's Qimen arts emphasize following the will of Heaven and adapting to the times, but you are forcibly going against the will of Heaven, trying to control a power that does not belong to you."
This isn't spiritual practice; it's suicide.
Her voice was calm, yet like a sharp scalpel, precisely dissecting the unknown pride and obsession in Zhuge Qing's heart.
Zhuge Qing remained silent.
He looked into Fu Rong's clear, unblemished eyes, and all her pretense and pride seemed utterly ridiculous at that moment.
Yes, what am I so fixated on?
Is it because he was utterly defeated by Wang Ye's Feng Hou Qi Men that he is so eager to prove himself?
Or was it because they saw the vast world of Divine Machine Refinement and were unwilling to be left far behind?
Or perhaps... both?
Countless thoughts surged in his mind, and inner demons resurfaced. The Samadhi True Fire that had just been suppressed showed signs of spiraling out of control again.
"look at me."
Fu Rong's voice rang out again.
Zhuge Qing subconsciously raised his head and met her gaze.
In that instant, he felt the surrounding scenery blur, as if he had fallen into a boundless illusion.
In the illusion, he saw himself.
He saw himself studying the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia so diligently that he forgot to eat and sleep, growing from a clueless boy into the most dazzling genius among the younger generation.
He saw himself in high spirits at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, only to be utterly defeated by Wang Ye's unreasonable Feng Hou Qi Men technique.
He saw himself arrive at Biyou Village, and upon seeing the unfathomable cultivation furnace, his eyes blazed with an undisguised desire for greater power.
Finally, all the images froze on a secret manual that emitted a shimmering, precious light and bore the four ancient characters "Divine Refinement of a Hundred Principles".
That manual seemed to possess boundless magic, radiating a fatal allure that made him unable to resist reaching out and possessing it.