Master of Kaidan -
Chapter 262 Research
Chapter 262: Chapter 262 Research
"Rip!"
A strange yet spine-chilling tearing sound emerged across the wilderness, where only the chorus of insects echoed, as Feng Xue nonchalantly ripped off more than half of the appendages of a tentacle-like Demon Cultivator. Feng Xue retrieved a True Object knife, originally intended to serve as a "Holy Relic" to open doors, and dissected the Demon Cultivator before him with the precision of a chef butchering an ox.
Although the "Demon Chef" had yet to congeal a Kaidan entry to this day, the Identity it offered was nothing short of complete. As this urban legend continued to spread throughout Victoria, Feng Xue’s development of the "chef" tag grew increasingly exquisite.
For example, facing the creature before him, now thoroughly transformed into something out of an echinoderm illustration, Feng Xue was still able to discern the "ingredient’s" characteristics after only a few Cuts and proceed with a precise dissection.
The efficiency even surpassed that of the period when Feng Xue was a Corpse Collector and received direct dissection knowledge from Infinite City.
"I just felt something off about the texture of its head—it turns out it retracted straight into the stomach..."
Looking at the brain wrapped in the intestines inside the abdominal cavity, Feng Xue muttered with a bizarre expression. However, this still-living "demon" no longer had any organs to produce sound, so although its brain writhed disgustingly at a rapid pace, it failed to convey even a single plea for mercy to Feng Xue.
"As expected of a Demon Sect demon, truly a ’hard mouth,’" Feng Xue sighed, not knowing if the other could hear, and continued the Dismemberment of the body, trying to analyze the mysteries within.
It had to be said, the Power of his "Martial" ability was indeed the strongest Power Feng Xue possessed. As he dismembered the Demon Cultivator and injected Serenity Wave into the being’s body bit by bit, as the demon attribute Inner Strength washed over it repeatedly, the secrets of the Demon Cultivator’s power slowly began to unfold.
"So, this is the extreme of Yang-style Power? And the overgrown limbs are Cancer Transformation plus Mutation? But that doesn’t explain why even inanimate objects get polluted, does it? Hmm, I’m thinking off track, maybe it’s the unique mystic rule of this world?"
Feng Xue reminded himself not to apply the worldview of one World to assess the systems of another, while trying to study this power system.
Under the Power of Martial, everything in the world can be transformed into Martial Arts, and the "superpowers" of these Demon Sect demons were recognized as "Martial" by the people of this World.
Feng Xue boldly explored the various characteristics within the Demon Cultivator’s body, studying the laws governing the circulation of Qi, examining the foundation of the body’s mutations, and the peculiar malleability of its flesh and blood.
But as time passed, the small knife in Feng Xue’s hand suddenly emitted a weird, light sound—
"Crack!"
Feng Xue felt a jolt in his palm, but thanks to the full protection of 22nd-century toys, he wasn’t harmed at all. Releasing his grip, the knife used to dissect the Demon Cultivator’s Corpse fell to the ground. It seemed to come alive, violently shooting towards Feng Xue’s face.
"Clearly lacking any capability for shape-changing, where then is this force coming from?" Feng Xue squinted, isolated by the protection of his 22nd-century toys, allowing him to fearlessly release waves to sense everything around him.
Then, he noticed that the knife was enveloped by an odd "Qi Group." Like tentacles, like limbs, the group was like a filter feeder, capturing the Qi from the heavens and earth and other things. There was even an extension rooted in the Demon Cultivator’s body. Feng Xue could clearly discern that it wasn’t being controlled by the Demon Cultivator but rather leech-like, drawing power from the Cultivator.
The Qi Group grew by sustaining itself in this manner and shot out numerous tentacles, attacking Feng Xue with movements akin to those of three-dimensional maneuver gear, stretching out in various ways.
"Interesting," Cutting mused. "Though the manner of existence is different, the conclusion appears somewhat similar to the No-thought Divine Power. Is this the essence of demonization? A so-called ’Demonic Qi’ that sustains itself? Both demons and dead things are just vessels? Then what’s the deal with merging with the human body?"
Feng Xue looked on with interest at the attacks constantly launched against her, and thoughts of the accountant’s brush, now fully fused with his right wrist, flashed through her mind—as she suddenly reached out her hand.
"Clang!"
Under the foresight of the Arrow Avoidance Protection, Feng Xue precisely caught the demonized dagger, then invoked a power she rarely used—
[Plunder]!
This was a bandit power that combined "change of usage rights" and "acquire control." The moment it activated, the initially frenzied dagger that sought to attack Feng Xue stopped moving. However, Feng Xue could still feel the Demonic Qi seeping out from the dagger, stubbornly trying to infiltrate the gaps in the armor.
"So it seems the intent of these attacks isn’t ’harm’ but rather a kind of inherent attribute similar to ’Demon Sword Erosion’? Sort of like a ’parasitic organism’ looking for a host? Because dead matter can’t provide sufficient ’nourishment,’ it’s urgently seeking a viable host to parasitize?"
"Such interesting stuff. I wonder what is the situation with evil, gu, and poison." Feng Xue toyed with the dagger that incessantly sought to merge with her, glancing at the panel of the All Things Squeezing Driver. She had already "played" for over twenty minutes today, and in about thirty more, the anti-addiction system would kick in.
After a brief pondering, Feng Xue took out an unused small sackcloth from her belt pouch and pressed the still-wriggling Demon Cultivator’s body on it, quietly observing the subsequent effects—
She was curious whether this contamination could affect illusions.
After all, theoretically, unlike the Kaidan that was encapsulated in a shell of presumed protein that conforms to the rules of this world, illusions are the crystallization of Cognition, unaffected by anything besides information.
But theory is ultimately just theory. If this Demonic Qi could contaminate, erode, and parasitize even illusions, Feng Xue would have no choice but to destroy this sample.
Because it doesn’t matter whether illusions can withstand it or not—her body certainly can’t.
"Anti-addiction is a fine civilization, but you should give me an opportunity to register with real ID! I’m over eighteen!" Feng Xue grumbled inwardly, as salt reappeared in her hand. Guided by the thought of not wasting, Feng Xue tore open the bag of salt and poured it directly onto the wriggly brain of the Demon Cultivator. Accompanied by a grotesque writhing, the quickly shriveling brain convulsed even more fiercely.
"It’s still not dead?" Feng Xue clicked her tongue in wonder at the brain, entwined by tendrils of Demonic Qi, yet still found it somewhat puzzling.
Since it could parasitize even dead matter, why did it seem to specifically target the brain in the case of Evil Cultivators?
Feng Xue shook her head, feeling that quite a few samples would be needed to explain this. As the time approached and the sackcloth remained undemonized, Feng Xue did not dare to carry it with her. Instead, she packed the demonized dagger with the sackcloth and buried it right there.
Having completed these tasks, Feng Xue took out from her belt pouch a box of illusionary matches that could light up in any environment, struck one with a "sizzle," and tossed the flame towards the still-twitching flesh and blood remnants.
As the flames rose, the streams of Demonic Qi enveloping and entwining the flesh became thin and eventually, as the corpse was completely reduced to char, vanished without a trace...
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