Master of Kaidan
Chapter 438 Long time no see...

Chapter 438: Chapter 438 Long time no see...

Watching the Kaidan Fire on Liao Yunhuai’s body, Feng Xue couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression.

Because any kaidan he had seen before, with humans as the vessel, essentially did not have a Kaidan Fire.

[Yan Country people all practice Martial Arts] and [Libra] are collective kaidans that can grant humans power, but in reality, they are similar to the relationship between a nuclear power plant and an appliance. Feng Xue himself was akin to this "nuclear power plant," converting nuclear fuel ([Identity]) into nuclear energy (Kaidan Fire), and then generating electricity (Power) from it. The Yan Country people, as "appliances," essentially did not possess the ability to utilize nuclear energy (Kaidan Fire). They enjoyed the already converted electrical energy (Power).

If humans wanted to possess the Kaidan Fire, they could only wait until after their death. When the material part of [Identity] perishes, leaving behind the [Identity] that describes consciousness to merge with the [Identity] that constructs the kaidan, only then could it possibly transform into a posthumous kaidan and ignite the Kaidan Fire.

But Liao Yunhuai’s case was completely different. He did not share in the usual way others had used Power directly as Feng Xue had seen before. Instead, he fused consciousness with [Identity], ignited the Kaidan Fire, and then stuffed the kaidanized consciousness back into his flesh.

In this way, he had become a unique existence with both a Kaidan Fire and a materialized body.

"This is too interesting!"

Feng Xue’s eyes sparkled with excitement, but soon after, there was a strong suspicion.

Wouldn’t this situation cause a twist in the connection between consciousness and body?

Like a dissonance between spirit and flesh.

"Maybe it’s because ’the soul doesn’t exist’?"

Feng Xue squinted, hypothesizing that the soul might not exist or is essentially an aggregate of consciousness. In that case, the vessel of consciousness would merely be the physical body, so the separation of consciousness wouldn’t change the so-called soul. The body would merely be a production machine for consciousness.

But if that were the case, then consciousness would essentially be just the sound emitted by a radio. Even if consciousness collapsed, as long as the body hadn’t died, a new consciousness would be generated...

Upon this thought, Feng Xue rubbed his forehead, halting further reflection.

After all, this idea was like living some time after amnesia and then regaining memories. It was merely a philosophical question of whether the personality during the amnesic period had died.

And for Feng Xue, knowing himself was already enough. Delving any further into this problem would just be splitting hairs.

What he needed to consider now was whether Liao Yunhuai’s state held any special significance.

In a way, Liao Yunhuai was already split into two parts. The body was "a person who had obtained Power due to the influence of a kaidan," while the consciousness was "a kaidan that could influence people." This condition of providing power to oneself made Feng Xue curious what would happen if this kid died.

Would the consciousness directly become a kaidan, split into a dead person and an account kaidan, or perhaps die as a kaidan and wait for resurrection?

This was not a meaningless thought, because essentially it represented a stable path for humans to become kaidan.

Normally, a human becoming a kaidan was a rare event. Even if they had Power granted by a kaidan, it was just Power. Whether they could transform into a kaidan after death depended entirely on those few brief days of dying.

If they were unlucky and encountered some headline-grabbing event, they, who could have become a kaidan, might dissipate as everyone’s attention veered away.

But this was different. If such an advance transformation into a kaidan did not affect subsequent kaidanization, it would be a completely stable route. Feng Xue could use a method to separate consciousness in advance to form a kaidan and then throw the consciousness back, mass-producing human kaidans.

In this way, at least lifespan lectures and similar irritating topics could just be thrown into the trash can.

Feng Xue took a deep breath but still did not consider killing his little apprentice for a mere hypothesis. With so many players in this game, there would always be some front-row players slowly turning into memes, and with the population base there, future kaidans were bound to be numerous.

"Staying here probably won’t yield any further results, so why not come back in a few months to check again..."

Feng Xue contemplated the time limit for the generation of trendy memes, turned to complete his descent task, and also planned to find an experimental subject.

...

In Columbia, Saint Luton City, Jeston sat in the dean’s office, gently swirling the wine glass in his hand, watching the wine constantly spilling over the rim, his face bearing a smug smile.

The Williams family had three heirs. The eldest son, Jones, held most of the family’s resources and lived in New York Port. The second son, Loken, controlled a large number of research institutes and worked as a patent troll in Norton City.

Meanwhile, Jeston, the third son, had achieved nothing. Until five years ago, he had only a private prison under his name. Even now, he merely owned a few chain hospitals, ambulance companies, orphanages, and schools for disabled children, as well as two small research institutes. Compared to the Williams family’s enormous assets, this little drizzle was simply embarrassing.

However, now, in the entire Williams family, he was the one most likely to become the heir.

Not due to political reasons like fools being easy to control, but simply because he was lucky enough!

Although he seemed like a fool who had accomplished nothing, each step he took happened to land right on the crest of the era.

When a trend arises, even pigs can fly. Jeston, through a series of inexplicable, well-timed investments, had risen to become a prominent star investor in all of Columbia.

The only problem was...

"This superpower is just too useless..."

Jeston radiated an air of Versailles almost oozing off him, yet he pondered what he should do next.

Though he was aware of his mediocrity, he always wanted to do something to prove himself. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have caused so many things to happen, and sometimes, luck was indeed hard to predict. Jeston was one of those who could infuriate Mr. Lam.

"What should I invest in next..."

Jeston put down his wine glass, pondering how to spend his money next. But just then, a somewhat familiar yet more so unfamiliar voice resounded behind him—

"Oh, dear Mr. Jeston, you seem troubled about your future? By chance, I have a big project here. I wonder if you’d be willing to give it a try?"

"Who...ah!"

Jeston whirled around, intending to give the person in front a good one, but finally saw the face of the person before him. His initial movements suddenly stiffened, and he slid off the chair with a plop. However, before he could utter his words of surrender, Feng Xue had already lifted him by the collar—

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I won’t let you die... Hmm, at least there’s only a fifty percent chance, hmm, you see, it’s quite large!"