novelraw Chapter 1339 674: As Long As You Have Hands (Part 2)
Chapter 1339 674: As Long As You Have Hands (Part 2)
Without even relying on Transformation's non-attack effect!
It was all Ji Jue's handiwork; each maneuver seemed understandable on its own, but together, it was utterly baffling.
He could barely grasp the transformation in that fleeting moment.
Through Material Spirit Interaction, induce chaos and conflict proactively, catalyzing each other.
Destroy and then rebuild.
Great Break, Great Establishment, break again and establish again!
Strip away all impurities and obstacles, erase past shackles and advantages, and start anew.
Every eruption was thorough decomposition, and every aggregation guided by Non-Attack felt like Rebirth. The cycle of eruptions and reunions, akin to the three-stage thrust of a rocket…
Explosively elevating upwards!
Theoretically, it seemed feasible, but theoretically, Lou Feng could shoot from the Federation's side all the way to You Sui! How practical could this really be?!
The whole skill set, in essence, was about forcibly improving grade and limit by consuming the materiality and lifespan of creations.
Now what Lou Feng held in his hands was practically a shell on the verge of scrapping, heavily damaged and broken.
In a game, the durability might barely hover at a single point.
But could Lou Feng not understand?!
Three-phase Alchemy is least afraid of so-called depletion!
Fluid Alchemy merges Spiritual Objects, as the Spirit exists, then the object exists, using a leap in Spirituality to drive material enhancement, creating a foundation. Solid Alchemy maintains structure and stability, ensuring implementation stability. Finally, Gaseous Alchemy plunders spirituality and materiality for personal use, compensating for deficiencies and loss.
Just find a Rich Spirit Land to insert, and in ten days or so, it'll mostly recover.
And that's not even considering the blessings from Battle-tempered and Blood Sacrifice, whether it's just a chicken or sheep for the cheap end, or a Disaster Beast's corpse for the expensive end—it's a full-blood resurrection, with sharpness and durability shooting up further!
The moment he understood, Lou Feng only saw darkness.
A darkness full of colors.
He couldn't breathe…
Trouble, he truly saw an Immortal Technique!
"...Is this, is this right?"
"Isn't it?"
Ji Jue tilted his head, retorting, "Aren't the results right before you?"
"You..."
Lou Feng's voice trembled uncontrollably, "How did you do it?"
"Uh... having hands is enough?"
Ji Jue pinched his chin, pondering for a moment, "Add a bit of feeling, well, more experience—you've learned Three-phase Alchemy too, haven't you? You should be able to do it too."
Lou Feng's face reddened, an old blood about to spew on this damn fellow's face.
I can do a damn thing!!!
After watching Ji Jue's notes with crossed eyes and listening to those dog-like operational skills, Lou Feng floated out of the basement like a ghost, his mind full of nonsense experiences and feelings…
It was only two miles later that he noticed the broken sword still in his hand.
As soon as he looked up at the sun, he felt tears wetting his eyes.
He deeply wanted to ask...
—Just what the hell have I learned?
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For the better part of the following fortnight, no matter how much commotion Ji Jue caused, Lou Feng never returned.
Cheap furnaces exploded one after another, cheap materials consumed in stacks, boxes upon boxes of free Spiritual Crystals burned away.
Meanwhile, Coast Technology's funds resembled a swimming pool, with water being added here and drained there, gurgling out in buckets.
Sufficient for a lifetime of hedonistic excesses for a common family or several families, the funds were continuously thrown into the Melting Furnace, disappearing without a trace, evaporated completely.
Lou Feng didn't want to speak, rather it was one of the suppliers, Chen Xingzhou, whose head went numb from watching—he could still recall Ji Jue's brilliantly fabricated future prospects, thank goodness he wasn't taken by your nonsense, damn it!
Had he believed, the little money earned as a scalper wouldn't suffice; he might even have had to dip into his own pocket…
Ji Jue wasn't worried though.
He'd grown numb.
Moreover, money spent will always return.
After all, high consumption leads to high output!
Following his epiphanic surge, in recent times, he found it increasingly difficult to fail… Even randomly pressing buttons with eyes closed, purely gambling on luck, his instincts and possibilities would always lead him to the simplest, straightforward solution amidst chaos.
No matter how clumsy the final product, its grade continued to rise…
So much so, that Inaya was completely overwhelmed, hurriedly writing to the Wolf Lord asking him to rein in his powers. If this continued, everyone having a Blessed Creation was inevitable—team building wasn't supposed to work this way… Before paths were cleared and restoration of White Country even hinted at, people couldn't achieve financial freedom in this cursed land of Central Earth, could they?
Consequently, Hai Province's market began facing dire consequences!
The prices of low-to-mid-tier alchemy creations and even Blessed Creations were plummeting like a free fall, dropping by sixteen percent in a day at its steepest!
Especially the most frequently produced by Ji Jue, coincidentally all sorts of swords, firearms, and bullets being batch-produced by the ton!
The market, already on the brink of saturation, was being ravaged by such firepower…
It was a nightmare.
For over half a month, the market was plunged into turmoil; competitors cried, but even worse were the dying out intermediaries hoarding stock—there weren't enough rooftops for everyone.
Witnessing their shrinking wallets day by day, people frantically wrote complaint letters to the Association—someone here was disrupting the market, maliciously driving down prices!
Association, say something!