Chapter 28: Divine Ingenuity, one of the eight extraordinary techniques, represents the ultimate level of world-level alchemy.
Unlike most alchemists who spend half their lives only producing a few magical artifacts, Shengji Bailian's speed of producing artifacts is extremely fast. He can produce a batch of relatively low-level artifacts, and even high-level artifacts are not difficult.
The only trouble is that this divine technique requires alchemy talent in the field, and even for the main god version, it is not easy to master through cultivation alone.
Wu Xian seems to lack this kind of talent, and compared to spending time refining artifacts, he prefers to use his fists to argue with others.
Even when he sometimes needs the help of magical artifacts, he can entrust them to someone he trusts who has the talent for alchemy, making them his personal artifact refiner.
For example, Chu Xuan from the main god space is a good example.
However, in addition to refining artifacts, there is also an interesting technique within Shengji Bailian, which can complete the commanding and transmuting of items in a very short time.
Even other people's magical artifacts can be seized and controlled, which is quite like an alternative version of "knights do not die by hand-to-hand combat."
Fortunately, this is the only skill that Wu Xian has mastered within Shengji Bailian, and now the object he is commanding with his divine power is none other than the copper column that was used to imprison White King.
The copper column has not been described extensively in the original work of "Long Zuo," but as the instrument used by the Black King to punish the White King, it has remained intact after ten thousand years, indicating its incredible strength and durability. It is likely a powerful artifact created through alchemy.
As for its size issue... after all, legendary dragons possess the ability to change their size at will, and it makes sense that something capable of trapping a dragon king should also be able to expand or shrink.
This was Wu Xian's previous idea, and as he attempted to control the copper column by using the art of commanding magical artifacts, he knew that his guess was correct.
At the same time, when he saw Wu Xian placing his hand on the copper column, a surge of intense fear and anger washed over Herzog's mind.
This was not a true emotion of its own, but rather a stress response generated by the deep genes of this White King's body, as if every cell was shaking, urging him to act without hesitation to stop Wu Xian's next move.
However, just as Herzog unfurled his wings to charge forward, he suddenly felt something unusual on his body.
Looking down, he discovered that at some point, blue talisman strips had begun to cover his limbs and torso, emitting intense lightning that paralyzed all his muscles and nerves, binding him to the spot.
Transcendent Fascio——The Five-Thunder Seal to Lock Celestial Spirits!!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaa——————！！！"
Under the copper column, Wu Xian changed to use both hands to hug the copper column, roaring like a beast as if he wanted to lift it directly out of the ground.
The column, as if sensing something, began to shake violently and emit a brilliant light, spreading in all directions.
Upon seeing this, Herzog roared to the sky in anger as well, his terrifying power bursting forth instantly, dissipating those talismans in mere seconds.
Subsequently, the surging dragon blood in his body coursed through his veins, restoring the normal function of those paralyzed nerves in an instant. In the end, it flew into the golden light in front of him at a speed exceeding the sound barrier.
However, the next second, with a thunderous boom that sounded like a large gong, Herzog's body flew backward at an even faster speed and crashed into a mountain peak. Then it fell limply to the ground.
After a moment, he tottered to his feet, and it was clear that his chest was visibly sunken, with his spinal column almost breaking through his back. It was obviously shattered by some blunt object with sheer force.
At the same time, the golden light slowly dissipated, and Wu Xian stepped forward with a golden-colored copper staff.
He extended his hand to weigh the copper rod, spun a graceful stick swing to the back, and then grinned, "Indeed, as I thought. It's a weapon that fits perfectly."
Saying this, he looked towards Herzog again, his eyes flashing with a playful expression.
"Ten thousand years ago, the Black King used this copper column to imprison the original White King, who was tortured and killed."
"One thousand years ago, Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi jointly pinned the second generation White King to this copper column and crucified him."
"And now, it's your turn as the third generation White King, and you're about to be killed by this copper column. Don't you think this is also a kind of fate?"
"Impossible! Impossible! This is impossible————————————！"
Upon hearing this, Herzog's eyes turned red, and he roared while gripping the Tenjunkun Sword in his hand. It was as if he was a warrior wielding a sword against a demon lord, exuding an air of tragedy.
If he had not spread his wings and flown away in the opposite direction to the sky.
"How can I say, I don't feel surprised at all, but it's a pity..."
Wu Xian looked up at the gradually fading white figure, couldn't help but laugh out loud, then lifted the golden copper rod in his hand and plunged it down with all his might. As the copper rod rapidly extended, it disappeared from the spot.
"You're too slow!"
The voice suddenly rang out from behind, causing Herzog's heart to skip a beat. However, once he reacted, intense pain came from behind him.
The immense force made him fall like a bomb, but before he could hit the ground, another sharp pain shot through his groin, and he was flung back up into the sky...
At this moment, Herzog seemed to have turned into a rubber ball, surrounded by numerous Wu Xian clones forming a ring around him. They treated him like a baseball bat, beating him with their copper staffs.
During this time, Herzog wasn't without thoughts of resistance, such as using the Tenjunkun Sword to cut through that copper rod. However, after several attempts, he could only leave a few white marks on it, and finally couldn't withstand the continuous blows and was knocked out.
It was unclear how long had passed, but the one-sided massacre finally ended as the two entangled figures in the sky abruptly parted ways, one flying towards the heavens, and the other plummeting like a meteor straight into the earth below.
In the deep pit, Herzog's body was already unrecognizable, with his wings broken and his limbs turned into rotten meat. The surface was pitted and uneven, with not a single piece of good flesh left.
In fact, for dragons of the Jici generation or above, this was not a fatal injury, and a dragon king could recover in a short time.
However, strangely enough, Helzog's terrifying self-healing ability seemed to have been greatly weakened, and he showed no signs of improvement for half a day.
It is evident that the copper column, much like the Seven Deadly Sins, may possess an attribute that suppresses dragons.
"Eh... eh..."
Helzog lay in the deep pit, making meaningless sounds in his throat. The remaining one-eyed Helzog saw the approaching flames in the sky.
Dimly, it seemed to see a black dragon roaring in anger, swinging its claws of judgment at him.
Is this to be the end of him?
So unfair...
BOM——————————————！！！！！
...
Ten minutes later, near Mount Fuji.
In the long silence, the famous active volcano in the world began to shake slightly. At the mouth, there was a faint fire, as if a great disaster was about to occur.
"How can this be! Why now of all times..."
Near Yamanashi Prefecture, Yuji felt the ground shaking under his feet and wanted to leave with his family of four and the members of Hashira Yakuza.
But suddenly, a red flash appeared in front of him, and it was Tsubasa's figure passing by him and running towards the direction of Mount Fuji.
Upon seeing this, Genji's expression grew darker.
Damn! This clichéd plot has still occurred?
Uesugi Eiji, Genji, and even Genjiro who had returned to normal all cursed under their breath, but then they all chased after Tsubasa without exception, wanting to forcibly take their daughter (sister) away from this dangerous area.
But at the next second, the trembling stopped abruptly, and Mount Fuji's direction returned to calmness.
Everyone was stupefied by this scene, with faces full of confusion and bafflement.
Only Tsubasa continued to run forward, the red and white priestess outfit fluttering in the wind, like a piece of cloud and mist, beautiful to the point of suffocation as the sunlight set on the horizon.
At this moment, the void in front of the road slightly shook.
In everyone's astonished gaze, a long and upright figure appeared out of thin air as if it had been prepared all along, smiling widely and spreading its arms.
And upon seeing the other, Tsubasa's face also lit up with a smile. When they were less than three meters apart, she flew into his arms like a young sparrow returning to its nest.
"I'm back."
Wu Xian whispered in the girl's ear in a soft voice, with eyes and tone full of unspeakable tenderness and affection.
"Welcome back, Godzilla. And... there's something I want to tell you."
"What?"
Hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed across Wu Xian's face.
Tsubasa looked up, reached out to caress Wu Xian's face, and said softly, "I don't want the world to like me because... as long as Godzilla likes me, I have won the whole world."
"Godzilla is the best!"
With those words, she tilted her head and leaned in to kiss Wu Xian's lips.
...
Five days later, a private plane from Illinois State in the United States landed slowly on the private apron of Haneda Airport, just like someone did twenty years ago.
Schiller Jean Angé, a 130-year-old elderly gentleman with meticulously combed white hair and beard, looked dignified and elegant.
He walked down the plane slowly, taking a deep breath of the neon air and long sighing.
As if reminiscing about the gunfire and smoky aroma from the past.
"My second S-class student, where has he gone now, Norma?"
He whispered to the empty air.
The next second, a soft female voice sounded from the wireless earphone, "According to the latest information, he returned to the source corporation five days ago and hasn't come out since."
"Source Corporation, the headquarters of the Hashira Yakuza?"
Upon hearing Norma's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly and then muttered to himself with a smile, "Apparently, these gangsters are becoming more and more unruly. Is it because of the new leader?"
"Heard that he's a deeply cunning young man who is heartless and ruthless, even unwilling to spare his own foster father... Well, since he's here this time, I'll give him some advice on ideology so that he won't go astray in the future."
"As for our S-class..."
When he mentioned this, Angè couldn't help but think about the messages he had received from Norma and various forces in these days. It had to be said that among the other S-class students, there was not a single one who was easy to deal with.
Look at the good deeds he did in the Tokyo Division, the upsurge of the Upousu family, the conflict with the current head of the family, and then the suspected involvement in the death of the former head of the family...
These three events, each on its own would be astonishing, but he had become involved in all of them. Adding to this, with the academy confirming his bloodline as S-class, it was no wonder that even he as the headmaster had to come to Tokyo and take away this student with immense potential.
Of course, apart from these, he still needs to investigate other matters.
For instance, what exactly happened in the Tokyo Division of Tokushima about half a month ago, which led to complete information sealing and Norma having no clues at all.
Thinking about this, Angé stepped out of the exclusive VIP channel, and as expected, he saw a large group of men in black suits waiting for him at the entrance.
And the young man in charge, he had seen photos of him beforehand. It was the current leader, Genjiro!
"Huh, it's the honor of being greeted by the head of the family himself. How fortunate."
Angé walked slowly to Genjiro's side, looped his arm around the young man's neck in a "good brother" gesture, "So, are you going to show me the current glory of the Hashira Yakuza?"
Angé's arm slightly tightened, and Genjiro slightly lowered his head. He looked at the exposed tattoo on Angé's arm, helplessly sighing.
"Of course, headmaster, as long as you say the word, you can visit the Hashira Yakuza at any time. Additionally, my father should also be very happy to see you."
"Your father?"
Upon hearing this, Angè slightly surprised, asking unconsciously, "Chuo Seizou? Wasn't he already dead?"
"No, I have nothing to do with that man."
Genjiro said expressionlessly, simultaneously taking out a postcard from his pocket and handing it to Angé, "My father is named Uesugi Eiji, the Shadow Emperor of the Hashira Yakuza in the 72nd generation. Besides that, someone asked me to give you something."
"Uesugi Eiji... that's your father."
After hearing the name "Uesugi Eiji," Angè's whole body went numb, taking the postcard with a habitual gesture. He stared at the content on it with dazed eyes and then let out a twitch of his mouth again.
"Respected Headmaster Angé, thank you for coming to Tokyo to find me, but I'm going on a honeymoon trip right now and am unable to heed your teachings. I hope we can meet formally at the Castle four months from now, and I am very much looking forward to it... Signed: Your excellent student, Wu Xian (＞＜)."
Angè: "..."
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The Dragon Chapter 3 ends! Now, we open a new chapter!
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